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Country Road

By: Nogrod63



It was a gorgeous day for a drive. She drove along listening to the purring power of the red Mustang's engine, top down, sunglasses on, her long blonde air billowing in the breeze. She cruised along the backcountry road leaving a trail of dust in her wake. She had left that day with no particular destination in mind, just a need to get out of town and escape a bit. Not knowing how the day would go she had dressed up a bit for the occasion, white billowy blouse that would show her breasts to good effect, black mini skirt and calf-high, low heeled, black leather boots to show off her legs. A black thong and a sheer white bra, that let the color of her nipples show, completed the ensemble. She liked to show her self off when ever the opportunity presented itself. 

Her stomach growled and she glanced at the box she had packed for lunch and decided she would find a place to picnic. About 10 minutes down the road she found a spot with a few picnic tables next to a rushing creek. 

Two cars were parked there. One at the far end of the picnic area, a couple was eating at that table at that end. A sheriff's car was parked at the other and she could see the deputy had his hat pulled down over his eyes napping the afternoon away. She parked close to the deputy and glanced at him. "Not bad," she thought from what she could see. She casually undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, a twinkle in her eye, gathered up her lunch and got out of the car. Walking to a table not to far from her car, she could see the husband looking at her. She pretended to drop something on the ground and bent over to pick it up, exposing her breasts to the staring husband. She glanced up, smiling, licking her lips, as his eyes grew round in astonishment at the sight of her breasts. She sat down at the table facing the couple making sure the young husband had a good view of her as she ate.

She jumped a little in surprise when she heard a voice behind her. "Miss, I just might have to take you in for indecent exposure," he said. She turned towards him as he sat down, uninvited, beside her, straddling the bench. She had been right he was good looking, a rough but handsome face and his uniform showed his body off nicely. She licked her lips a little.

"Why officer, I don't know what you are talking about," she replied.

"Oh, I think you do, your damn near bare ass naked under that short skirt," he grinned in return. The young husband continued to stare at them from the far end of the clearing. The deputy moved one hand and rested it lightly on her lower back. "In fact, I might just put you in handcuffs and take you away with me." She stiffened slightly as his hand moved down her back and over her ass. He leaned towards her resting his other hand on the table. She continued to eat pretending not to notice where his hand was. She could feel her pussy start growing moist and her nipples hardening at his touch. "I think I need to check to make sure you are wearing something underneath that skirt." She felt his hand slip underneath her skirt and caress her firm ass. "Well, I'll be, you are wearing something underneath there. Not much of something though." His fingers slipped under her thong as he spoke to her. His other hand slipped underneath the table resting lightly on her thigh. She could see the young husband still staring at her as he talked with his wife. One of his hands had moved into his lap and she could see him rubbing his crotch as he watched them.

"I think I want you to stop touching me," she whispered hoarsely to the deputy, but she could feel her legs spread slightly the fire starting to smolder in her pussy.

"I don't think you really want me stop now, do you?" He questioned. His hand slipped underneath the front of her skirt, gently rubbing across her thong covered pussy, his other hand caressing and squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes and held back a moan, squirming a little on the bench, her legs spreading wider apart. At the other table, she watched the young wife got up clearing the picnic table as the husband continued to watch, his had moving faster across his crotch. The wife sat back down across from her husband.

"Ahhh, yes, I do want you to stop," she stuttered, her voice growing husky with desire, her face flushing. Her nipples growing harder and poking through her blouse as her pussy became wet with her juices.

"Well then, I'm just going to have to take you in then," he replied. The hand on her pussy slipped underneath her thong, rubbing across her wet lips and flicking across her clit. Her thighs tensed as her desire grew, her legs spreading wider. Across the clearing the couple had stood up, a huge bulge in the husband's pants clearly visible. He grabbed a blanket from the bench beside him and he and his wife disappeared into the brush. 

The Deputy's hand left her ass. She heard something jingle then he reached around her grabbing her hand and forcing it behind her back. She felt cold steel wrap around her wrist and a click as something snapped home. Before she could react he had grabbed her other hand pulling it behind her back and closing the other half of his handcuffs around it. One finger slipped into her pussy his thumb rubbing her clit. A low groan escaped from her lips, her back arching, shoving her breasts out for all to see as he pulled the handcuffs tight behind her. His hand left her pussy, pulling her blouse out from her skirt slipping across her firm stomach to fondle one pliant breast, pinching her hard, throbbing nipple through her bra. She moaned again.

"Stand up," he grunted. He helped her as she struggled to her feet her hands bound behind her. Walking her over to her car she could feel his hard cock rubbing against her ass as they moved. "Now, I'm going to have to search you for any weapons. He leaned her across the trunk of her mustang her face pressed against the sun-warmed metal, her breasts crushed against the car, her hard nipples trying to poke through the trunk lid. His hands moving down her body, raising her up slightly, slipping across her breasts, pausing to pinch and tweak her nipples then moving down her sides and caressing the firm cheeks of her ass. His hands fell away. She moaned lightly.

"No, don't stop now, please touch me some more," she whimpered.

"You said you wanted me to stop," he replied.

"No, God no, please make me cum," she begged.

She felt one hand on her ass. She wiggled her hips and spread her legs trying to incite him further. She felt him lifting her skirt up exposing her ass to the sun, one hand slipping underneath her thong and spearing her rectum. She squirmed up the car trying to escape the probing finger. He grabbed her hip with the other hand holding her tight, his finger lodging deep in her ass. She turned her head and moaned as he began to thrust his finger in and out. She began thrusting back at the finger her hips start to roll and buck trying to take the finger deeper. She could feel his hard cock through his pants rubbing against her as she impaled her self on his finger. His free hand started rubbing her throbbing clit through her thong stoking the fires of her desire to new heights. Pulling her thong to the side he thrust a finger into her hot, throbbing pussy. She tried to arch away from the sudden penetration but the hand and finger in her ass held her tight against the car. His fingers were moving fast thrusting into her and she strained against the cuffs binding her hands trying to take each finger as deep as she could. One finger crept up her wet slit to her clit, rubbing the hard sensitive organ and she cried out.

"Ohhhhh, please fuck me, I need your cock pounding inside me," she begged.

"Your not ready for my cock yet, you hot little slut," he whispered. His fingers were moving faster, in and out of her ass and pussy. She was on fire her body writhing against the warm metal of the car. Another finger joined the one in her pussy and she felt her thighs tensing her body beginning to go rigid as her orgasm approached. He stopped and held still, she tried to keep fucking her self on his fingers but could only strain against the cuffs.

"Noooo, don't stop, make me cum!!" she cried again. His hands withdrew and she whimpered for more. She felt something hard at the entrance to her pussy. Desperately wiggling her ass she tried to make the hard intruder slip into her throbbing pussy. She jumped as he thrust hard into her with his rigid cock. She squirmed up the car trying to escape the big cock that was splitting her in two. His hands came down and held her hips thrusting the full length of his cock into her pussy in one long stroke. It felt like hot, hard steel filling her up completely and she cried out in pleasure and in pain. One hand reached around and under to her breasts to pinch and tease one hard nipple, the other teasing her ass as his cock began long slow strokes into her pussy. Her mind exploded in white light as her orgasm thundered through her, her body going rigid and bucking against the massive intruder buried in her pussy. She turned her head and through her lust glazed eyes could just see the other couple in the bushes watching them. The wife was on her hands and knees staring at her and she could just make out the husband pounding into her from behind. Just like the deputy was doing to her right now.

The deputy stopped for a moment then went wild pounding into her. Both hands were on her tits kneading the soft flesh, pulling and pinching the blood-engorged nipples. She groaned again and felt the fire building anew inside her ravaged pussy. He continued to fuck her in long strokes and she was thrusting back to meet him taking him as deep as she could, trying to trap the rigid cock inside her body. Her own juices betrayed her though, allowing the hot pole to slip from the grasp of her pussy. He groaned and increased his pace, one hand beginning to slap her ass with each thrust.

"Damn, I'm going to cum in you now, you hot little bitch," he groaned. She could feel her own orgasm rising again, each slap sending an electric thrill straight to her clit. Her breasts were on fire, throbbing in time to her pulsing cunt. She felt him stiffening, the rigid cock driving even deeper and she could feel the hot seed, shooting into her from the throbbing head. Her orgasm raced through her like a freight train as the massive cock throbbed and bucked inside her. She moaned and strained against the handcuffs her body bucking against his, trapping his shaft inside her for a moment.

He collapsed against her for a moment, his prick going limp inside her. He stood up, running his hands gently across her back. "Well, I guess I don't have to take you in after all," he said breathlessly. She felt completely drained unwilling to move from the warm metal of the car. She heard him pulling up and zipping his pants and then he unlocked the handcuffs "You have a nice day Miss and be sure to see me if you come this way again." He said. She could hear him walking to his car and a door close. She stood up smoothing her skirt waving to him as he pulled away.

"Yes, I will have to come this way again," she thought to herself with a smile.

Country Road



The seasons had started to change to the crispness of fall. The leaves on the trees where a kaleidescope of color, painted bold in the late morning sun. They had slept in that morning, cuddled up close, not wanting to start their day. With a slap to the ass to get her moving, it was off to the shower then to the kitchen to start coffee and a light brunch. 

She was feeling the affects of the changes going on outside because she was behaving like a child, teasing and pestering Him until He lost patience with her and said that He was going to have to do something to wear off her extra energy today. Her eyes lit up but He wouldn't tell her what He had planned. After telling her to change into one of her casual dresses, and to plan for a day outside, He was off to the den. 

Quickly she slipped on one of her cotton dresses that buttoned up the front. It fit loosely about her body and came to mid thigh. Light pink ankle socks, to match her dress and loafers completed her outfit. Brushing her hair and putting it up in a pony tail so that it wouldn't be in her face, she smiled at the image she saw. Perfect for a day in the out doors. As a last minute thought she grabbed a sweater in case it was cooler than she thought. 

When she entered the den, He looked up from the computer with a sparkle in His eyes. She knew by that look that what ever she had expected for the day was not what He had planned. She looked down at herself and then back to Him, "Is something wrong with what I'm wearing?" 

"No, it's perfect. Are you ready?"

"Yes, where are we going?"

He chuckled as He walked toward her and tweaked her nose but didn't say anything. After a quick kiss they were on their way. 

The air was fresh and there was a slight nip to it. The sun was bright, intensifying the colors of fall. It seemed that someone had taken a paint brush and painted red, gold, brown, yellow and orange to every leaf that fought to hang onto life. They seemed to become more intense the further from the city they went. When she asked again where they were going, He told her she would find out when they got there and to stop being so nosy.

Soon they turned onto a dirt road that wound it's way through trees and open fields. She noticed that the further they went, there were fewer and fewer houses. She hadn't been this way before and couldn't imagine where they were going. She noticed that there were large areas where the trees had been cut down. When she asked about this, He told her that this was a logging area and that if she looked closely, she would see the transplanted seedlings. The area would be left alone until the trees where large enough to harvest. She knew there was a mill in the next town over from where they lived, but had never ventured this far into the forest that supplied the wood to run it. 

After what seemed like an hour, He turned once more onto a road that looked like it hadn't seen a car in a very long time. There were trees on each side of the road almost overlapping overhead. Sun light danced through the branches and leaves. When He pulled over to the side of the road and got out, she just sat there not knowing what to do. He came around to her side of the car and opened the door. After she had gotten out, He opened the back door and got a very large beach towel from the back seat. 

Taking her hand, He led her around to the back of the car. She looked around and just tried to absorb everything around her. It was so quiet here. No horns honking, cars driving by, the normal sounds of the city were lost here in this bit of heaven. She closed her eyes and let everything wash over her. 

With her eyes closed and leaning back against the trunk, she just listened. She could hear the birds singing, the wind moving the leaves slightly. The calm and quiet were so relaxing but she felt more alive than she had in a long time. She also felt an under current in the air. Something bold and almost wild. Without opening her eyes, she reached out with her senses for Him. She could feel Him standing close. Hear His breathing as the tension increased. When she opened her eyes, He was standing in front of her. The heat radiating off of Him. 

She reached forward, laying her hands on His chest and with a seductive smile, began to caress Him. She started to speak but He put His finger over her lips to silence her. She closed her eyes again and darted her tongue out to taste His skin. As He moved His finger down, she opened her mouth and drew His finger inside to suckle gently. Using her tongue and lips to work the appendage offered to her. When her eyes opened, they were slightly unfocused with desire. It still amazed her how His touch could affect her so. As He pulled His finger from her moist mouth, she let her teeth graze against it seductively. 

He reached behind her to open the back of the truck. She tried to move out of the way but was pinned between the truck and Him. When she looked at Him questionably, He just smiled and pressed His body more firmly against hers. She could feel contact from her breasts to her hips with His body. Without thinking, she rubbed against Him and purred almost like a kitten. He ran His hands up her arms to her upper arms, gripping them firmly and twirled her around and pushed her away to arms length. He then turned back around and opened the back of the truck and laid the towel on the tail gate. 

"Don't move." He said as He went back to the front of the truck and got something else from behind the seat. She saw the black bag He placed on the ground just out of sight then He turned to her and told her to unbutton the top and bottom 3 buttons of her dress. Very seductively she unbuttoned the top 3 then leaned forward giving Him a nice view down the front of her dress to her bare breasts inside and unbuttoned the bottom 3. When she stood back up, He placed His hands at her waist and turned her back to the tail gate. 

"Hop up there my sweet little slut."

His words excited her, He only used them when they played. Knowing how they excited her and took her to a place others may never understand. He then helped her to a sitting position on the very edge. Then leaned over and opened the bag. She still couldn't see what was inside. When He turned back to her, He told her that He had been wanting to do this for some time. And told her that He had some new toys for her to play with. 

He handed her a vibrator she'd never seen before. It was long and bent at the end. Almost like a drinking straw with an egg shaped object on the end. He then held up a small black object that looked like a car alarm. He told her that this was the control for the toy and He would be operating it, not her. 

"You know what to do. Very gently I want you to start working that sweet pussy. Just barely touching on the outside only." 

Without breaking eye contact, He reached to the side of the truck and pulled one of the umbrella chairs forward, opened it and sat facing her. He reached forward and tapped the inside of her right knee. She knew that this meant for her to open them wider. Even though she had unbuttoned the bottom 3 buttons on her dress, she still couldn't quite get them open all the way. Thank goodness the new toy was about 12 inches long and gave her enough reach to just barely caress her already wet pussy. Up and down and around she stroked. Just on the outside teasing herself, as He sat and watched. He was at the perfect height to see everything. 

After about 10 minutes He told her to unbutton another button from the top and bottom and to open her legs even further. She struggled slightly with the top button since she was using her left hand. But soon had another button open. She could feel the slight breeze graze across her breast, making her skin draw into goose bumps. Now to the bottom button. This was easier to do since her right forearm was there to hold the dress up and give her some extra leverage. 

With buttons undone, legs further apart, she watched Him as she continued to play for Him. Just as her eyes drifted closed, He hit the remote button and started the toy to slowly vibrate. She gasped and opened her eyes wide as it started to work it's magic. After to short a time, He once again hit the remote button, turning it off. She whimpered in protest and was answered with only a smile. 

She continued to play and slowly rocked her hips with every move. She stopped suddenly as she heard a car approaching on the road. When she started to pull her dress closed and get down, she was told not to stop. "No matter who should drive by, you will not stop!"

This only heightened her excitement to think of possibly being caught. The car moved on down the road never passing by their semi secluded place by the side of the road. Her heart slowed and she breathed a sigh of relief. But that was short lived. Again He hit the remote, two notches this time. 

The buzzing was stronger and her eyes drifted closed, head falling back exposing her neck. Her free arm went back to brace herself so she could lean back slightly. This helped to work her dress up a little more as she rocked on the vibe. Still just teasing the outside lips of her wet, dripping pussy. She could feel her juices gathering on her thighs, legs opening even more. She could feel the need to fill the empty space between her legs and just as the vibe accidentally slipped slightly inside, it was turned off.

Panting she looked up to see Him standing now between her legs. She was so intent in her play that she hadn't heard Him come forward. She could see the bulge of His hard cock in the front of His pants. She reached forward to stroke Him, but her wrist was grabbed before she reached it.

"No, no, no little slut. None of that for you yet."

He reached up and unbuttoned another button on her dress. Pulling it off her shoulders and stopping below her large full breast. She attempted to pull her arms free but was pushed down, effectively trapping her arms at her sides. She still held the new toy in her hand and was told to continue. 

He had her wrist restraints in His hand and placed them on each wrist, locking them together. He stepped back to view His little slut with an eye for detail. There she was laid out before Him. The sunlight through the trees painted her skin with light and shadows. Breast free to His gaze and touch, bound at arms and wrist, legs wide and open, pussy glistening with her juices. Ready for anything He pleased. 

He sat back in His chair and moved forward. Pushing her legs wider as He leaned in and took a deep breath of her essence. He started on the inside of one thigh as He worked His tongue and mouth upward. Holding her hips still as she wiggled to get closer to Him. Repeating the process on the other thigh, He felt her tense as He heard another car drive by, knowing they wouldn't be disturbed. But she didn't know that. 

She moved the toy away from her pussy to give Him ample room to play. He blew His breath over her sex. Watching as she squirmed and rocked her hips upward. He had waited almost to long to taste her. He felt as if He would explode if He didn't sample her and soon. 

Very slowly, He darted His tongue out and began to work her pussy with His tongue. Avoiding her sensitive clit as He worked deeper and deeper into her wetness. He didn't let up. Not once. He could hear her moans and pleas for release but He wasn't finished tormenting her. He worked one then two fingers into her wetness and slowly began to move them in and out. Working deeper with each stroke. Again He leaned forward this time to pay special attention to that most tempting little button of her sex. Knowing that as soon as He did, she would be forced over the edge He had kept her on for this long. 

He started by blowing His hot breath over her. Watching her arch upward. Then His tongue flicked back and forth feeling the bud harden. He was ready for her now. Wanted, no needed to feel her contract around His fingers as He knew she would around His cock very soon. 

He wrapped His lips around her clit and began to suck very gently. Increasing the pressure as she bucked harder against His fingers and mouth. He heard her beg for release, for Him to let her cum. He didn't answer her yet, keeping her on the edge a little longer. He knew she couldn't hold out much longer.

He raised up slightly and gave her the words she had been waiting for.

"Cum for me my slut. Cum for me now!"

He sucked harder on her exposed clit and pumped harder into her wet pussy and He felt her tighten even more on His fingers. Her cries of release fill the air around them. He quickly removed His fingers from her and released His cock. Standing up, He entered her before she came down again. Pumping deep into her. Pumping hard and fast as she climaxed again and again. He felt the tightening in His balls and the throbbing in His cock buried deep inside her pussy as she squeezed Him, begging for His cum to fill her. 

He thrust once, twice, then let loose with His own orgasm and joined her voice with His cry of release. 

He fell forward onto her supple body as their hearts and breathing slowed. When He was able, He raised up and looked at the contented smile on her face. Slowly He pulled out and heard her protest. He leaned forward and told her how beautiful she was as she lay open and exposed. He helped her to sit up and then helped her down off the tail gate. He moved the towel to the ground and helped her to kneel on it. He offered her his cock to clean of their combined juices. 

Just as she took the head of His cock in her hungry mouth, He heard a car drive down the road and stop. She must have heard it to because she started to pull away. He grabbed her hair and held her in place.

"Oh no little slut, you will clean me up before we leave. Don't you dare stop or you will be punished."

She went back to her work eagerly. Taking His semi hard cock into her mouth and licked every inch completely. Then she moved down to His balls and cleaned them just as well. He enjoyed her ministration to His cock and didn't hurry her. When He was satisfied that she had completed her chore, He helped her to stand and bent her still bound over the tail gate. Lifting her dress to expose her beautiful full ass to the light and air. 

Smack, the first blow landed firmly making her ass jiggle in the most inviting way.

"That, is for the first time you attempted to get off the tail gate when you thought someone was coming." 

Smack, again His hand made connected with her ass. 

"And these, are for every time you thought to stop." He continued to rain slap after slap down on her exposed ass. Telling her that who ever was at the end of the road watching could see her now and was enjoying this as much as He was. He didn't stop until He saw a nice rosy glow. His hand reached down to feel her wet pussy. Rubbing hard on her clit telling her what a slut she was to become excited by being spanked in such a public way. He worked her until she begged for Him to stop. He knew she was close to another orgasm and told her He wouldn't stop until she came again for Him. It didn't take long until she was convulsing again and again. She lay there weak and spent. He lowered her dress and turned her over carefully. He unfastened her restraints and raised her dress back to her shoulders. 

He placed kisses on each nipple before sitting beside her and holding her in His arms. They listened as the car that had been stopped, pulled away, as she cleaned the combined juices of their joining from His fingers. They looked at each other and laughed at the thought of what they had just done. Something they had talked about often and now could add to their many wonderful experiences. 



Hmmm, reality or fiction? 

If you happen to read this story or any of my others posted here, please let me know what you think. 



Country Road



She looked over at him as they drove down the long country road. She watched the way his lips moved as he sang along to the radio. The sound of his voice always turned her on. Reaching over she ran her fingernails along his forearm and he shot her a sexy smile, his blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight. Looking around it seemed they were the only one on the road. She took a deep breath before leaning over the center console and resting her head on his should.

He brought his arm up and wrapped it around her head as he laid his head on hers. She took a deep breath so that she could breathe in his smell. She nuzzled his neck and lightly began kissing her way up his neck and over his jaw line. Sliding her hand up under his t-shirt she explored the muscles in his chest, dragging her nails straight down the middle until her hand was resting on his cock. She could feel him growing hard under his jeans. She felt the truck jerk and looked up to see him pull down a dirt road and bring the truck to an abrupt stop. 

Garth Brooks blared on the radio. He quickly turned and took her face in his hands, kissing her so hard and passionately that the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She gripped the hard rod growing in his jeans as her tongue danced around his. She was always so amazed at the desire she felt for him. She needed to be with him, to feel his body on her, to feel him in her. There was something about him the drove her crazy with lust. She pulled away from him as she swung open her door and jumped from the truck. He followed her lead and before she could think of what to do next he was standing in front of her pushing her back against the side of the truck, his lips moving down her neck, his hands pinning her wrists against the truck. He spun her around, sweeping her hair to the side and pinning her arms above her head with one quick movement. His other hand still holding her hand as she wrapped it around the front of her and pulling her ass back into his groin, he kissed the back of her neck. He knew this was her weakness. She let out a slow moan as she began to grind her ass against him. He walked her to the back of the truck still holding her against him.

Dropping the tailgate he jumped up into the truck bed and pulled her up until their lips were together. He pulled her down; they lay in the back of the truck, his hand running up the inside of her thigh, up under her skirt until he could feel the warmth from between her legs. His finger slid under her panties and he ran it along the wet slit that hid underneath. He sat up, sliding her panties down her legs and lifting her skirt up over her hips. He lifted her leg as his lips came down to meet her knee and he began kissing his way up her thigh. She closed her eyes, slightly embarrassed about how exposed she felt in the sunlight. She felt vulnerable lying there as she felt the breeze on her exposed body. Suddenly she felt his warm breath on her clit and then he reached up and grabbed her hand squeezing it as his tongue began to tease the swelling bud. As if he could read her insecurities he interlaced his fingers with hers and she began to relax. As quickly as she relaxed the sexual desire began to grow inside her. She pressed her pussy against his mouth as his tongue flickered faster and faster over her clit. 

Taking his free hand he teased the opening of her pussy and then her ass with his fingers. She rocked against his mouth totally lost in the moment. He began fucking her with his finger keeping a perfect rhythm with his mouth. As her moans intensified he slid another finger inside her and then another until he was fucking her with three fingers at once and she was screaming out. Tasting the juices that were beginning to flow from her hot pussy he quickly removed one finger and slid it into her ass with out disturbing the rhythm. She squeezed his hand so hard her nails were digging into his flesh and her other hand grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down harder onto her clit. He let out a deep moan as she squirted her juices all over his face and down his hand. He slowed his movements until her body was still beneath him and she had released she tight grip on his hand. 

Lifting his hand he looked up at her, a sweet sexy smile spread across her lips as she rested with her eyes closed, the shine shining on her face. He brought himself up to lay beside her, positioning himself to block the sun from her eyes. She opened her blue eyes as she pulled him down to taste her wetness on his lips. She could feel his cock pressing against her side. She reached for it with her right hand as she pushed him to his back with her left, swinging her leg over until she was straddling him. She rubbed her wet pussy against the hardness hiding under his jeans as her lips moved down his neck. She lifted his shirt to allow her to kiss his chest and nibble at his nipples as she always loved to do. Sliding her body down she began to undo his pants and free him. He watched her face as she gazed at his cock with hunger. She quickly leaned down and slid her tongue up the underside of his cock and around the tip. She cupped his balls with her hand and wrapped her lips around him until he was buried as deep as he could go in her throat. 

The sound of his sighs and moans motivated her as she worked his cock up and down with her mouth. Freeing him from her mouth she slid the tip of his cock over her lips, lightly slapping him against her mouth. She could not get enough of him. She loved the way he tasted, the way he felt in her mouth, sliding through her hand. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and took him back in her mouth as she moved them both together, her mouth up and down and her hand twisting as it went up and down with her mouth. She sucked as she came to the top of his cock, letting her mouth make a popping sound as it came off and broke the seal over and over again. He tangled his hand into the back of her hair and guided her mouth up and down faster as he pressed his hips up into her mouth fucking it. She let out a loud moan that vibrated the sensitive skin as she began to taste his precum. She longed for him to fill her mouth. She wanted to taste all of him. She reached her free hand up and pinched at his nipples as her mouth feverishly worked him. Opening her eyes she looked up at him as he began to cum and he filled her mouth. Swallowing every drop she tenderly licked every inch of him until she was sure she did not miss anything. She kissed the tip of his cock and curled up next to him as he turned to his side to spoon her. They lay half naked in the warm sun wrapped in each others arms napping, both with a blissful smile on their face.



Country Road



It is a gorgeous day, mid 70's, sunny, slight breeze. We have the top down and we are zooming through the countryside without a care in the world. I am alternating between my hand on the gear shift and my hand on your thigh. You are wearing cut-off jean shorts, a white tank top, and an old flannel shirt. 

As we drive down an old country road, we spot an old, abandoned barn. I think to myself that this would be a great place to stop and take some photos. We pull off the road and walk through the field to get to the barn. The old doors are open and we walk in. It looks like there hasn't been anyone in this place for years. I get out the camera and look around for some good spots. The sun is just starting to set. 

There are breaks in some of the boards and streams of sunlight are shooting through the barn. I have you pose in different areas where light is passing over parts of your body. You are sitting on the ground with one leg straight and the other up and bent. The light is gently cascading across your face and chest. I ask you to take the flannel off. Tossing it aside, you turn and put your back towards me. 

I notice that you have unbuttoned your shorts and you have started pulling the tank top up a little. All the while, I am snapping photo after photo. You bend over slightly and push your shorts off. You aren't wearing any panties. Spreading your legs, you slide your hand down and start rubbing your pussy. You reach your other hand around and spread your ass cheeks apart, rubbing a finger across your exposed asshole. 

Turning around, you slowly raise your hand and stick your finger in your mouth tasting the juices from your wet pussy. At that point, you notice the huge tent growing out of the front of my shorts. Walking over to me, you grab the back of my head and pull me into a deep, passionate kiss forcing your tongue into my mouth. 

I set the camera down and grab your gorgeous breasts. Slowly rubbing, and kneading them, you throw your head back and moan loudly. I need to have your tits. I grab the bottom of your tank top and pull it over your head. You are standing naked in front of me. I grab the sides of your tits and take a nipple into my mouth. Twirling my tongue on your nipple and sucking on your tit, you moan with pleasure. 

Reaching your hand down, you unbutton my shorts. You put your hand into my pants and start rubbing my hard cock. You drop to your knees and yank my shorts down. My dick is throbbing, and pointing right at your mouth. You close your eyes and open your mouth and take half of my cock into your mouth. You slowly pull back and twirl your tongue on the head of my dick. You lick the precum and smile with pleasure. Knowing there is a lot more of that to come. 

With your left hand, you raise my dick towards my stomach and start licking my balls. With your right hand, you slide a finger up the crack of my ass. You find my asshole and lightly press your finger on the tiny opening. You lick the underside of my dick, from my balls to the head, taking a deep breath, you slide all of my cock into your mouth. My cock head slams into the back of your throat. You gag slightly, but you pull back and take more of my dick into your mouth. 

As you are giving my cock the royal treatment, you are applying a little more pressure to the opening of my ass. You are sliding my dick in and out, sucking and slurping. All the while rubbing circles around my asshole. With your other hand you start jacking me off as my cock is sliding into the back of your throat. My cock swells up and prepares to give you a mouthful of hot cum. 

Just as I am about to release, you shove your finger into my ass. I start shooting like a cannon into your mouth. I have never cum so much, shot after shot into your throat. You try to swallow all of it, but some leaks out of the corners of your mouth. You pull your finger out of my ass and start rubbing my balls as you suck the last of my jizz from my dick. My knees are weak and I can barely stand. You are the best cocksucker!

You stand up and we walk over to an old tractor in the corner of the barn. We kiss deeply and I can taste my cum on your lips. I love tasting my juices on your lips. I lift you up to sit on one of the tires of the tractor. Your pussy is at the perfect level for me to devour. I spread your legs and go right for your clit. I open my mouth and take your clit into my mouth and suck on it while I am flicking it with my tongue. You dig your heels into my back as you pull me into your hot cunt. I stick my tongue out and try to get as much of it into your hot pussy. I scope up some of your juices with my tongue. You taste wonderful! 

I am licking, and sucking on your clit and trying to get as much of my tongue into you. You are rocking your ass forward and backwards and loving every minute. The orgasm hits you hard and you slam your heels into my back. You are shaking and grabbing the sides of head, pulling me into your hot, wet pussy. You finally come down from your orgasm and I lift you down from the tire. We spot a big pile of hay at the back of the barn. It looks like the perfect place for us to have sex like wild animals. You spin around and throw me into the hay and jump on top of me. I reach up and grab your tits and guide your nipple into my mouth. 

As I am ravaging your tits, you reach back and guide my now hard cock into your wet pussy. You sit back and sink down on top of me, all of my dick going into your cunt. You throw your head back and start moving up and down on my dick. You aren't wasting any time. You are super hot and you need to have my cock slamming into you. As you raise up to the point where I'm about to slip out, you slam back down until my dick is all the way in you, ramming into your cervix. 

As you fuck me, your pussy muscles are flexing around my hard shaft, coaxing the cum out of my balls. Taking your gorgeous tits out of my mouth, I raise up and push you backwards so that you are laying on your back. On my knees, guiding my dick inside your pussy, I pull your legs up and together so that your feet are at my face. I grab your foot and start sucking on your toes. You reach down and start playing with your clit as my cock is hitting all the right spots of your cunt. I run my tongue along the arch of your foot and kiss the tops of your feet. 

You are rubbing your clit faster and faster, trying hard to bring yourself off. I take your legs and put them over my shoulders, and brace my hands under your armpits. I am ramming my cock all the way into your hot pussy, slamming my balls against your ass. Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. You scream out with pleasure as the wave after wave of pleasure runs through your body. I feel my balls tighten, ready to release another hot load. I reluctantly pull out of your velvet pussy and move up to your tits. 

You grab my dick and point it at your left nipple. The first explosion hits your nipple and splashes on your chin. You aim the next shot towards your other tit, and a huge blast splatters on your breast. I unload all of the cum that I have left onto your tits as you stroke every last drop out of my dick. 

You let go of my cock and grab one of your tits and bring it to your mouth. As you are licking my cum from your nipple, I lean down and take your other tit in my hands and start licking my cum from your nipple. We kiss and swirl my load around our tongues and mouth. Sitting up and looking down at your cum covered tits, I can't wait until we reach the hotel. The fun continues......



Country Roads



Tommy and Dutch screamed at the top of their lungs as their Nova cleared the rise at ninety miles per hour, catching air before slamming back to the blacktop. They laughed and bumped fists. They were having the time of their lives.

Tommy had graduated from Millard Fillmore High the year before and had been working at the Duke's Grocery store downtown since graduation. When Dutch graduated two months before, the two had taken all of the money they'd saved and headed out on a Great American Road Trip.

The brothers were as close as, well, brothers, and they liked nothing more than to have a good time together. Beefy and ruggedly handsome, the boys looked almost like twins, except that Tommy had ten pounds of muscle on Dutch, and Dutch had the swell cleft in his chin that the girls seemed to like so much.

They'd already driven South to Barstow, where they'd stayed for a day visiting their second cousins, the Platts. Now they were cutting up the back roads to the tiny town of Mayford, in Colorado, where their Mom's brother Dan lived. They'd had their mom call ahead, and hopefully they'd be able to stay for a day or two and check out the local cuisine (their private name for the females of a community).

"See if you can catch air on this next rise," Dutch dared Tommy, and in response Tommy floored the accelerator. The engine's purr grew instantly to a loud ratcheting sound as the engine worked harder than it had in twenty years, and they crested the rise in the road at just about a hundred and ten.

The boys screamed as the car flew, but the landing was rough and they bounced. Tommy panicked a bit and hit the brake, throwing the car into a fishtail. The tires were chewing up the shoulder, sending grit and gravel flying when Tommy finally got control and brought the car to a skidding stop.

The engine rumbled while the boys fell over themselves laughing at their near misadventure, and the cloud of dirt they'd raised obscured the road from view. When the dust cleared, the boys stopped laughing.

Standing fifty yards away, on the side of the road, stood a girl. What a girl! The brothers sat up straight and ogled the pretty blonde, from her four inch wedge heels and up her long legs that were bare and curvier than the winding road ahead of them. She wore Daisy Duke cut-offs that were almost indecent, approaching a French cut that gave a pretty nice view of her tight rear end. Her middle was tight, firm, and bare as the day she was born, and she wore a red and white checked shirt that was tied under her bust. The bow that held the shirt would have had to be enormous to be visible beneath the full, cantaloupe-sized titties within, and her industrial strength brassiere showed white in a couple of places where the shirt didn't cover.

Idling the engine, the boys slowly rolled toward the girl, and when she got a fair look at them she smiled a great big toothy smile and stuck out her thumb. They rolled to a stop next to her, and she leaned in on the passenger door.

Her eyes were periwinkle and she had a little button nose. Her teeth were shining and perfect, and she had full, luscious lips, with her upper lip slightly more full than the lower. A sprinkle of light freckles spotted her nose, and she wore her hair up in long pigtails.

Of course, leaning in as she was, Tommy and Dutch only noticed her generous ta-ta's and the way they seemed to personally invite each boy to lay his head between them and rest. The boys were both struck with the same problem, as their dicks swelled up uncomfortably in their blue denim jeans.

"Hi," the girl said, looking both in the eye, and seeing that they didn't notice. "Are you heading anywhere near Mayford?"

"We are now," Dutch said, his vision almost completely dominated by the mouth-watering titties only inches from his face. Tommy punched his shoulder, and Dutch jumped. "Actually," Dutch said, looking up into her angelic face for the first time, "we're going to Mayford ourselves."

"Can I grab a ride with you two then?" the girl asked. "I can't pay for gas or anything."

Tommy and Dutch looked at each other and then back at the girl, grins growing as their dicks turned to steel. "I'm sure we can work something out," Tommy said.

"Ooh," the girl said, winking at them, "I'm sure we will."

Dutch scrambled out of the car and pulled his seat forward, and the girl squeezed past him into the back, putting her knapsack on the floor. He was leaning down to drop the seat back when she put her hand on his thick forearm and said, "Don't you want to ride in the back with me?" Dutch stood up, unmindful of the full-on view he was giving the young lovely of bulge running down his pant leg, looked Heavenward and mouthed "Thank you" before climbing in and pulling the seat back.

"My name's Megan," the girl said and she settled back in the fairly cramped back seat. Tommy leaned over and pulled the passenger door closed, then stepped on the gas and started cruising down the country lane.

"Hello Megan," Tommy said as Dutch leaned in and kissed her, his hand closing on and squeezing her very firm young breast. "I'm Tommy, and the lucky guy who isn't stuck watchin' in the rear view is my little brother, Dutch."

Megan was wide-eyed and gasping for air when their kiss broke, and she busted out in a wide smile looking down at both of Dutch's hands as they squeezed her titties, both individually and together. "You all are fast workers," she laughed, and then winked at Tommy in the mirror and added, "I hope not too fast though."

She untied the knot on her shirt and was shrugging it off while Dutch pressed his face between her tits and kissed her chest. When Megan unfastened her bra, the garment seemed to pop off of her and was swept aside carelessly by Dutch. Tommy found his vision obscured by warm cotton as it wrapped around his head and hung down over one eye.

Dutch latched on to one of Megan's nipples and sucked on it until it drew up tight and hard, his hand trying unsuccessfully to work the same magic on the other. He switched, twisting the hard little red nipple in his fingers while he sucked the other one tight.

"That feels good and all," Megan said, unsnapping her shorts, "but I'm in need of some fucking right now, okay?"

Dutch had his eyes glued to her hands as she lowered her zipper and raised her ass from the seat, wiggling her hips as she struggled to get the tight shorts over her hips. His shirt was off in an instant, his own button popped and zipper down while Megan's legs kicked over the front seat, dropping her shorts on the passenger side floor.

"Oh my fucking G-" Dutch said, giving an honest reaction to the sight of Megan in her black thong panties, but she put her finger to his lips, and with a stern look, too.

"If you want to get into the Kingdom of Heaven," Megan said, "you'd better not take the Lord's name in vain."

"Okay," Dutch said, staring at the little cartoon sexy devil on the swell of Megan's underwear.

"Okay then," Megan said, her smile returning, "let's fuck." She peeled her panties down, and Dutch sat back on his heels, staring slack-jawed. There was a tiny puff of light blonde hair over the swollen pink mound of her pussy, her lips shading darker until they were red where they met. He could smell her, and his mouth started to water, so he leaned down.

"Aiee!" he cried out when Megan pulled his head up by his hair.

"I said fuck now, play later."

Dutch forced his pants down to his knees and sat back in the seat, Megan's leg crossing over him to straddle his lap before his ass was firmly planted. Dutch had hoped for kind words about his prodigious manhood, and maybe a lick or two at least, and he opened his mouth to say something. All thoughts left his head quickly when Megan's hot, wet cunt snugged tightly around his dick as she took him to the root.

"Oh J-, G-," Dutch moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Holy shit!" he finally exclaimed. Megan grabbed onto the sides of Dutch's head and she planted a hard kiss on his mouth, pressing her tongue inside while her hips worked her cunt up and down his throbbing cock.

"My!" Megan gasped when she came up for air. She took her lower lip in her teeth and ground hard and fast against his rod, making Dutch press his body back into the seat and moan. "You've got a big, fat old cock, don't you?"

"Man up!" Tommy called from the front seat. "I can't see you, but you sound like her bitch."

Megan laughed and said, "Mmmm, Dutchie is my bitch, aren't you, Dutchie?"

"So tight and wet, Tom, she feels like freakin' heaven, I swear," Dutch moaned, until Megan lightly slapped his cheek.

"I said," Megan said, pulling Dutch's face up to hers so they were eye to eye, "you're my bitch, aren't you?"

"Y-yeah," Dutch said, shuddering as Megan's pussy clamped down on him hard, "I'm your bitch."

"Disgusting!" Tommy said, shaking his head.

"Mmmm," Megan moaned with a smile, "I think I'm gonna come all over your nice fat cock now." Dutch whined as Megan began to rise up and slam down onto his cock hard, the slurping and slapping sounds so loud and hot that even Tommy groaned.

"That's right, Baby," Megan moaned, "Make Megan come now!" Her rise and fall degenerated into a fast bounce as Megan began to squeal and throw her head from side to side. "That's it, that's good, Baby! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...yes!" she screamed, and she arched her back until her head leaned over the front seat, her smile broad and open mouthed.

Megan's body shook hard, her lightly tanned skin turning bright pink, and Dutch whined as his cock was twisted and crushed inside her, seemingly sucking the cum right out of him before he was ready. His own orgasm let go, and Dutch's ass slapped down into the seat again, his balls feeling so drained that he was surprised he didn't hear the dry sucking sound a straw makes in an empty glass.

Megan sat forward and laughed, pulling the little elastics from her pigtails and shaking her long hair free. She looked excitedly at Dutch, and her smiled faded, replaced by concern, and then disappointment. Her eyebrows came together and she tensed, ejecting Dutch's softening dick.

"That's not fair!" Megan said, pouting, but she leaned in and kissed Dutch. They sucked on one another's mouths for a short while, and then Megan looked over at Tommy.

"You up for a go?" Megan laughed loudly when she was thrown against the front seat, as Tommy stomped the brake.

"I'm not ready yet," Dutch whined, really sounding like a bitch now.

"Then make your doo-dah big and hard for me again so we can play some more," Megan said before sitting up and pressing her tits into Dutch's face. "It's not like I don't like you."

The driver's seat pulled forward and Tommy leaned in and said, "Get out, Dutch. You're driving now."

Dutch pulled up his pants and shorts with a pout bigger than a kid not allowed to open a Christmas present until Grandma got there. Megan climbed off of him and patted his back as he climbed out.

Tommy jumped in and grabbed Megan, leaning her back and kissing her hard, his tongue searching her mouth. The driver's seat slammed back and the car shook when Dutch got in, and he looked back at his big brother making out with Megan and said, "It's not fucking fair!" He turned to the road, started the car, and pulled back onto the country lane.

Tommy felt his pants open and heard his zipper before feeling Megan's fingers wrap around his throbbing dick. He looked into Megan's periwinkle blue eyes and saw them flare with passion.

"You are the big brother, aren't you?" Megan whispered, and she opened her legs wide. Unfortunately, in doing that, she kicked Dutch in the head, almost running them off the road.

"Sorry, Darlin'," Megan said as she folded her leg down so her foot was on the floor. She'd been pushing at Tommy's jeans and shorts and was about to guide him in, when he came forward and plunged his meat inside her and made her cry out.

"That's a fucking big cock!" Megan cried out, followed by a squeal of joy. "No offense," she said to Dutch, and then squealed again loudly. "Make that bad boy go, Tommy!"

Tommy felt up to the task, and he started to fuck Megan as hard as he could, slamming into her with all the might he could muster in the cramped confines of the back seat. The only problem was, Dutch hadn't been exaggerating. From the moment he got into her, Tommy felt like he was plucking a harp while laying on a cloud. Her very tight, very wet (he tried not to think about how much of that wet was Dutch's jism) pussy was stroking him, sucking him, hell, her pussy owned him.

"You gonna make me your bitch?" Megan challenged, and Tommy redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with enough force that Dutch had to correct his steering. But the tiny squeak that escaped his throat gave him away, and Megan looked into his eyes with an evil grin.

"Naw," she said happily, "you're my bitch too, ain't ya?" Tommy's face was a tortured grimace as he shook his head no, and he tried to slam her even harder and faster.

"Oh yeah," Megan cooed, "You can make me come too. You wanna make me come like Dutchie did? Are you man enough to make me come like Dutch?" Tommy snarled and squeezed Megan's tits hard, slamming his cock into her hard enough to hurt himself, and when she started to whine he knew he had her.

"That's right, Bitch," Tommy growled, "Who's your fucking Daddy now? Fucking Bitch, say it!"

"Uh-uh-uh-uh," Megan cried softly with each slamming, thundering thrust of Tommy's hips, "you're-my-Daddy-Baby-uh-uh-ooh!"

She dug her fingers into Tommy's arms and writhed under him silently, but he felt her cunt grab onto his cock and try to suck his whole body into her heavenly hole. He knew if he could have, he would have gone.

She held him, twisted him, and squeezed him like a vice, and Tommy bit down on his lip and slammed his palm down on the top of the seat's backrest again and again as he fought to hold on...but it was futile, and with a shuddering groan, Tommy emptied his balls inside Megan's pussy.

Megan lay back on the seat with her eyes closed, sucking each of her fingers like she'd just finished a big greasy piece of fried chicken. Her smile was enormous, and when he looked down on her flushed, happy face, Tommy felt his pride swell. Unfortunately the swelling of his pride was directly proportional to the shrinking of his dick, and Megan didn't even have to eject him.

Megan laughed happily, still lying back with her eyes closed, running her tongue slowly across her lips. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and shuddered, then lay trembling for a while. Tommy saw the tight red hole, the entrance to the most perfect pussy he'd known, and he saw it pull up tight and then release, thick white fluid dripping down her body, running over her little red asshole to pool beneath her. Again her pussy flexed, and more cum dribbled out. Tommy was transfixed by the sight.

The Nova pulled to a stop and Dutch turned around to look in the rear, his eyes moving slowly over Megan's hot body and heaving tits. He looked at Tommy then and snapped his fingers until Tommy looked up.

"Get your ass in the front seat," Dutch said. "If I've got to be up here, then so do you."

Tommy grumbled as he pulled his pants up, then crawled over Megan to get out of the car and into the front seat. They'd driven for about a half hour in silence when Megan leaned on the back of the front seat.

"You all are a credit to your sex," she said happily. "You got girls back home?"

"Nobody steady, if that's what you mean," Dutch said.

"Yeah," Megan said, "me either. I mean, there's one man, but we're not getting married or nothin'." They drove on in silence again for a few minutes.

"You all ever shared a girl?" she asked.

"We just did," Tommy said, and the brothers bumped fists.

"No," Megan said, "I mean at the same time. You know, double-team?" The boys looked at each other and then shook their heads.

"You wanna?" Megan asked, and then giggled. "You two have pretty nice equipment there, and I'd sure love to take you both at the same time."

"Holy shit," Dutch said, "I'm pulling over. I'm hard again."

"The hell you are," Tommy said quickly. "I'm hard as a rock, so I'm getting in back."

"Now boys," Megan said sweetly. "No arguing. There's a side road up ahead a few miles that goes to a lake. I don't think anybody will be there, and if you can hold out, all three of us can get what we want."

Both boys were weighing the options, each wanting to plumb her pussy again, but the thought of being in that sweet mouth made them shiver. Without speaking, both resolved to play Rock, Paper, Scissors.

"Either of you like fucking in the ass?" Megan asked, and the car swerved as the turned in their seats to look at her.

"Are you serious?" Dutch asked excitedly. "I've always wanted to fuck a girl's ass!"

"Me too!" Tommy said.

"I called it!" Dutch barked. "I called it, and I get to fuck her ass."

"Boys," Megan said with a giggle, "I'm going to be in town for three weeks. I don't know how long you two are planning to stick around, but I think you'll both have a turn." She disappeared and returned a moment later, holding up a big jar of anal lube from her knapsack and said, "See? I'm all prepared and everything."

"Where in the hell is that turn off?" Dutch said, and Megan laughed.

About an hour later the Nova pulled to a stop under a stand of trees, next to a picnic table of red fiberglass. The three of them got out and stretched their legs, wandering out a piece to make sure nobody was too close by. When they got back to the table, Megan stood with her fists on her hips, looking from one brother to the other.

She pulled a penny from the pocket of her shorts and eyed both boys mischievously. "Call it," she said.

"Tails," Dutch called.

"I can't lose either way," Tommy said with a grin.

Megan flipped the penny into the air and let it fall to the ground. "Tails," she called and bent to pick it up.

"Both of you all stand by the table," Megan said, and the boys hurried to comply. She looked them up and down, comparing them with the height of the little table, and then said to Dutch, "Drop your drawers and sit up on the edge of the table."

Dutch struggled to get out of his jeans and underwear, and he sat on the edge of the table, his dick sticking out in front of him. Megan put her hand on his chest and pushed, and Dutch fell back, prone on the table top. She handed him the jar of lube and said, "Rub lots of this all over your dick."

Tommy watched Megan strip naked while listening to the sloppy wet sounds of Dutch coating his dick with grease. Megan went to the table and got a glob of the jelly on her fingers, then reached down and rubbed it around her tight little hole, pushing her fingers inside to deposit the goo there as well.

"Stand here and catch me if I fall," Megan told Tommy, and she climbed up onto the table and carefully lowered herself toward Dutch's cock. He felt her tight little ring pressing against the tip of the head, and tightness as she started to envelope him. Tommy watched with reverence as Megan slid down the pole, making it disappear inside her ass. Her face twisted and she bit down hard on her lip as Dutch whined like a hurt puppy.

"Fucking shit!" Megan gasped, "You got a big dick!" She was firmly planted on Dutch, and Tommy leaned over to see his brother's expression, and was shocked to see he was crying. Tears leaked down toward his ears from closed eyes.

"Just fucking shoot me now," Dutch whispered, "'cause it ain't ever going to get better than this!"

"Wanna bet?" Megan said, and she fell back, supporting herself with her hands pressed to the table. "Come on, Tommy," she gasped, her breaths coming fast, "Come give me that big beautiful cock."

Moving between her legs was easy, but negotiating his brother's tightly clenched thighs wasn't. Eventually he figured out how to stand, and Tommy shoved his cock into the already convulsing hot wetness of Megan's cunt.




Country Roads



All three cried out together, and Megan and Dutch cried out and moaned loudly when Tommy started to fuck Megan's pussy, moving slowly at first. He could actually feel his brother's cock rubbing against his, inside Megan, who was herself staring into his face with heavy-lidded, passion filled eyes.

"Mmmmm, shit that's good," Megan cooed, and then she smiled broadly and cried out wordlessly.

"Gnnng!" Dutch groaned, and Tommy just moaned loudly when Megan's pussy and her ass, in unison, fluttered and convulsed on their cocks. Megan's body was quaking, her big, firm titties jiggling enticingly, and Tommy grabbed them to make them still.

His head cleared a little, and he asked himself why he was holding still. Determined to resolve the issue, Tommy started fucking Megan slowly, his knees buckling as he used long, deep strokes in her grasping, wet cunt, tighter still because of Dutch's cock up her ass.

"G'brrrble," Megan said, and from the expression on her face, she thought she'd actually made words.

Tommy rocked into Megan, his big hands squeezing her tits, running his thumbs across her rock-hard nipples. His eyes felt like they were going to roll out of his head, and his balls felt like they'd drawn up into his ears. He'd never felt anything like he was feeling at that moment, and based on her wild-eyed panting and deep red flush, and Dutch's slack-jawed drooling, he wasn't the only one.

Megan came hard, choking, and Dutch reacted like someone had used a defibrillator on him, his arms and legs jumping. Wanting to be helpful, Tommy found Megan's clit with his thumb and vibrated on it. Stars exploded behind his eyes, and he would have sworn she was making a balloon-animal, possibly a poodle, out of his cock using only her pussy.

Dutch gurgled happily while Megan screamed like a banshee, and when he couldn't take it anymore, Tommy lost it and blew his load deep inside Megan, feeling each soul-wrenching spurt of cum leaving him, as though each one was peeling from his spine like string cheese. Tommy grunted, his head spinning, and landed on his bare ass on the ground.

"Tha's righ'," Megan slurred, and she leaned forward, impaling herself firmly on Dutch's cock, and gripped the edge of the table. Using her thighs and her grip on the table, Megan started to bounce on Dutch's cock, making his body jump and twitch uncontrollably.

"Y'like tha'?" Megan asked, and Dutch groaned, his pitch higher than expected.

"Yur my bitch," Megan whispered, and then she smiled broadly again and with her eyes closed moaned, "S'right Baby, come in my ass."

Dutch's thighs and ass clenched hard enough to raise Megan over an inch higher, and his quivering, straining muscles made her body bounce lightly, making her tits jiggle nicely, as far as Tommy was concerned. He watched from the ground, unable to stand.

Spent, Dutch collapsed completely, and Megan remained on him until his cock softened enough to allow her to slip from him to her feet on the ground. She promptly fell on top of Tommy, and the three naked young people lay together, gasping for air and completely helpless.

Dutch was the first to stand, forty-five minutes later, and he dressed slowly, only falling down once. He helped Megan to sit at the picnic table and handed her clothes to her, and then kicked Tommy's leg to wake him.

Thirty minutes after that, all three of them were dressed, and for the most part back to normal. They made their way back into the Nova and were soon back on the country road, driving toward Mayford.

"I think you'd better drop me off up here at the 7/11," Megan said. "I'll call my daddy to come pick me up. I don't want to explain you both yet."

"We've got your number," Tommy said, when Megan interrupted to say, "Damn straight," while almost simultaneously Dutch said, "And she's got ours too."

"Ha ha," Tommy said, and continued, "We've got your number, so we'll call you tomorrow and see how we can get back together." Dutch pulled into the convenience store's parking lot, and the three of them sat for a moment, drinking in their shared intimacy.

"I wish I could up and marry you both," Megan said with a smile, and she kissed each of the brothers on the cheek before walking to the pay phones.

"That is the finest girl who ever lived," Tommy said, watching her in the side mirror as they drove away.

"You got that right," Dutch replied. "Hey, there's a diner up here, and I'm starving!"

They stopped and ate like horses, quietly reliving the day's adventures and comparing notes about Megan. They agreed on almost every point, and what they disagreed on, they agreed to disagree about. After paying the check, they got back into the Nova and drove slowly through the little town, meandering from street to street, searching for Uncle Dan's address.

They pulled up in front of a big house sitting on an acre, and climbed up onto the porch and rang the bell. A woman in her mid to late forties opened the door. She was pretty enough, with big boobs under her apron, and short dark blonde hair.

"Dan," she called back over her shoulder as she pushed the screen door open for them, "the boys are here!"

They stepped inside the big living room, impressed by the modernity of the furnishings, the new stereo, and the giant flat screen T.V. A great big man who looked a little like their grandfather came out, dressed in a red plaid flannel shirt and dungarees, and he hugged both boys together.

"You're Alice's boys, no doubt about it!" he said loudly. The brothers were big men, but this man was a bear. "Today is my lucky day," Uncle Dan said, turning the boys around. "My nephews come to visit, and it's the same day my baby girl comes home from college!"

"We've met," Megan said, her shocked expression turning to a shy smile. "Daddy, these are the boys who drove me into town."

"What?" Uncle Dan asked, sounding shocked. His enormous hands closed tightly on the backs of their necks. "These two are those boys?" When Megan nodded, Uncle Dan let out a loud guffaw.

"Thank heavens," Uncle Dan said, "I wanted to spend the night getting reacquainted with my baby girl, and I didn't want Emma to feel left out. Boys, your Aunt Emma loves a good double-teaming."



Country Roads



Many thanks to whoredinarygirl for first editing and improving this story.

The brilliant GigglingGoblin, whose carpet bombing of the story was as devastating as it was astonishing, would sneer at ordinary editing praise, so maybe shock and awe will do. 

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Mississippi maidens love stronger than whiskey They stand by their man and they never forget Mississippi maidens they find you been cheatin' They scratch out your eyes and they beat in your head.—Traditional

"I don't want to drive another twenty miles to the Travelodge," said Loretta. "I've had enough for today. We're stopping at the next place we see."

"But honey," said John, "we're in the middle of nowhere. There's nothing here."

"Just look on the left side for a sign, and I'll look on the right," she said.

A few minutes later, she said, "There it is. No Tell Motel, next exit."

"That doesn't sound like a place we want to spend the night," he said.

"If it has a bed and the room is clean, that's all I care about," she said. "Take the exit."

The motel was more than ten miles off the highway, down a hilly, winding road . When pulled in, John started to say they would have been to the Travelodge before by this time but decided not to.

It was a weather-beaten old building that didn't look promising. The dirt parking lot was coated with oil. But when they got to the room, it appeared to have been remodeled a couple of decades ago and it was clean.

Though it was late afternoon, it was still hot. After he brought their bags into the room, John started to say something, but Loretta interrupted him.

"Don't say it," Loretta said, "You're tired from driving and you're going to take a nap," she said. "Do I know you?"

"Sorry I'm so predictable," he said. "Aren't you tired?"

"No. I'm going to check out the motel's café to see it's decent for dinner. Otherwise, I'm I'll buy stuff at the minimart next door and we can eat in the room."

John dozed off. When he woke up, he looked at the clock and saw he had slept more than an hour. Loretta wasn't in the room. He decided to wait a few more minutes before he went looking for her and turned on the TV. Ten minutes later, the key turned in the door, and she opened it. 

"Where have you been?" he asked . "I was starting to get worried."

"Nothing to worry about," she said, sitting down next to him on the bed. She was sweaty, and her makeup was smeared.

"You didn't go for a walk in this heat?" he said.

"Just a short one," she said. She leaned over and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. At the same time, her hands went to his belt. She struggled with it and finally took her mouth off his so she could see what she was doing. His clothes were soon on the floor, followed by hers.

He was surprised, because she usually wasn't sexually aggressive, but her urgency aroused him quickly, and he followed her lead. She climbed on top of him and he lay quietly as she guided him into her and then began moving. He watched her thighs rise and fall and listened to her breathing and the sounds their bodies made as she gradually increased her tempo. The quiet room seemed to amplify everything.

The sounds excited him, and he got more excited when he looked up and saw her large breasts bouncing wildly on her chest. Her face was more flushed than when she had walked in, but her expression was one he hadn't seen before. Usually when she was in the kind of sexual frenzy that she seemed to be in now, she looked like she was a possessed woman totally overwhelmed by lust. But today she didn't look transported. Her face had a look of concentration. 

As she began to pound harder and faster, John felt himself getting close to orgasm. He tried to hold back until she came at least once, as he usually did, but because of her strange look, he had no idea how close she was. Finally , he couldn't stop himself, and as he thrust up into her during his release, he saw her smile a strange smile. Then she stopped and just sat on him.

"What's wrong?" he said after he recovered.

"Nothing, honey," she said, "but I didn't come."

"I'm sorry," he said. "We can try again in a few minutes. "

"No need to wait," Loretta said as she got up off him and quickly stood up on the bed. Just as quickly, she dropped down hard on his belly. All the air went out of him. He felt like he'd been punched hard in the stomach. He started to open his mouth, but before he could say anything, she did it again. Now he felt nauseous and dizzy, and he couldn't speak. She kept standing up and dropping down on him until the room was spinning in front of his eyes and he lay quietly, unable to move.

S he slapped him hard with her right hand on his left cheek and then with her left hand on his right cheek. He didn't have the strength to lift his hands. She slapped hard two more times, and his face felt like it was burning,

She was sitting on his belly while she slapped him. Now he felt her moving forward over his stomach and over his chest to his neck. Then she raised herself up and lowered herself until her vagina was against his mouth. "I didn't come," she said in a low, growling voice that he had never heard before, "so you need to use your tongue." He didn't respond because he saw her thick pubic hair with streaks of his semen in it and felt like throwing up. Some of it was right against his nose. He wasn't going to put his tongue into that. He kept his mouth tightly closed.

She slapped him hard again, once on each cheek. "Start licking," she said. He didn't respond.

Again she slapped him and said, "Start licking." The pain of the slaps was intense and he became even dizzier, but he continued to resist. She grabbed his nose with her thumb and index finger and squeezed tight. "If you don't start licking, you're not going to breathe," she said.

He held his breath. He would die rather than obey her command. But just before he passed out, he opened his mouth and gasped for air. When he did, she did something with her vagina, and suddenly his mouth was filled with sperm.

A lot of it went down his throat as he swallowed involuntarily, but some of it went into his windpipe and up his nose , and he began coughing and sneezing out semen. Even as he did, more of it flowed into his mouth. It was thick and foul, and he couldn't believe how much of it there was. He had never thought about how much come he produced, but it seemed like a gallon was coming out of Loretta. Finally, the flow slowed down and then stopped. His face was covered with semen. It was in his eyes and his ears and his hair.

He felt Loretta get up from the bed. He was still gagging and coughing as he sat up and wiped away the come from his eyes and opened them. She had her back to him and was getting dressed. He tried to say something, but as he moved his mouth muscles, he moved some semen around, and it made him gag.

He ran to the bathroom, spit into the sink and then got into the shower and turned it on as hot as he could stand it. He opened his mouth and let the water pour in and then spit it out, and then he blew his nose and let some water in and blew again.

He kept spitting and blowing his nose for a few minutes, and then he just stood and let the hot water come down on him as he cried and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Loretta had never done anything like this in eight years of marriage. 

He had been standing in the shower for more than 10 minutes when he heard the bathroom door open. A second later, the shower curtain was ripped to the side. He turned and saw a woman standing and aiming a gun at him. "Put your hands up!" she shouted. As he quickly put his hands up, he saw a man standing next to her, also aiming a gun.

"Let him turn off the water, Viola," the man said.

"Turn off the water," the woman said, "and then put your hands back up."

"What is--?" said John.

"Shut up," said the woman, " and step out of the bathtub slowly." John saw that she and the man were wearing uniforms and badges. As he stepped out and stood on the floor dripping, the woman and man backed away from him.

The woman Viola stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and the man stood behind her. John stood still looking at her. She was stout and had a serius expression. Her gun was still aimed at his chest as she quickly glanced around the bathroom.

"Take a towel and dry yourself," she said. When he walked out of the bathroom, he looked around for Loretta, but he didn't see her.

"Is this your gun?" Viola said. He turned where she was gesturing and saw the man holding up a revolver wrapped in a handkerchief.

"No," he said. "I don't own a gun."

"Then how did it get on the dresser here?" she said.

"I don't know," he said. "Is Loretta okay? Where is she?"

"Who is Loretta?" said the woman.

"She's my wife," said John. "She was just here a few minutes ago."

"Is this her gun?" said the woman.

"She doesn't own a gun either," said John.

"We're going to trace this gun," she said, "so it's no use lying."

"I'm not lying," he said. "Why are you aiming your gun at me?"

"I'm going to keep aiming at you until you're cuffed," said Viola. "You are under arrest."

"For what?" he said.

"For rape," she said.

"That's crazy," he said.

"Shut up and get dressed," she said.

John didn't say anything else as he quickly put his clothes on. Then the man came up behind him and snapped handcuffs on his wrists and the woman put her gun in her holster. They led him to their police car and she pushed his head down while the man pushed him into the back seat.

As they drove, his mind was reeling. He wondered where the gun had come from and where Loretta had gone. But he kept coming back to what she had forced him to do. As hard as he tried, he couldn't come up with an explanation for what possessed her.

At the station, he was booked, photographed and led to a small room. Viola asked him questions while the man watched.

The questions made no sense to him, but after a while, he gathered that a woman named Betty Lou Barrett was the one accusing him. She had told them she was driving to Branson from Miami and he had waved her down and told him his car had a blowout and had gone off the road. He'd asked if she would drive him to the nearest gas station, but when she'd let him get into the car, he'd pulled the gun on her and made her drive to the No Tell and raped her. When he'd fallen asleep, she had escaped and found the manager, who had called the police.

John tried to patiently explain that he was from Jacksonville and was on his way to Branson with his wife, Loretta, who was probably waiting for him now at the motel, and he had never owned a gun. 

"The motel manager said you introduced Betty Lou as your wife," said Viola . "Betty Lou said you had your gun aimed at her in your pocket and she had to pretend."

"That's crazy," said John. "Are you saying my wife is Betty Lou? Look at her identification."

"We did," said the woman. "Her Florida driver's license and credit cards all say Betty Lou Barrett."

"That's impossible," he said. "I was at the motel with my wife."

After 15 more minutes during which both John and Viola kept raising their voices , Viola slapped her hand on the table between them and said something quietly to the man. He left and came back in a couple of minutes and whispered in her ear.

"Betty Lou has been watching us behind the one-way glass," said the woman. "She says you're lying, and she's agreed to be examined by a doctor. She told us she didn't wash your sperm out , so we'll be collecting DNA evidence from her and from you. We're holding you until we can make preliminary tests tomorrow morning. If they are positive, we'll send the samples for complete DNA testing, and you'll be here for a week."

"I can save you the trouble," he said. "I had sex with my wife this afternoon in the room."

"So now you're admitting you had sex with Betty Lou," said the woman.

"Not Betty Lou -- Loretta," he said. "Please tell her that what she's doing can get us in a lot of trouble." 

"Are you saying the sex was consensual?" said the woman.

"Yes," he said.

"So you're saying that you did have sex, and you didn't threaten her with the gun, and she's not Betty Lou Barrett, and you expect us to believe that."

"Yes," he said.

"Then we're finished for now, and you'll be taken to the lab," Viola said. "The doctor's out of town, so I'll be taking your specimen for the testing." She turned to the man and said, "I know your shift is over, but before you go, please put the leg bar on him and bring him to the lab for me. Iris will help me get the specimen."

After he was manacled, John had to slide because he couldn't move one leg in front of the other. As the man led him from the room, they turned left. He glanced to the right and saw Loretta walking in the other direction with Viola. He yelled her name, but the two women didn't stop.

"Are you sure this will be Okay?" said the young woman to Viola. The two officers seemed oblivious to John, still shackled, who was standing near them and hearing every word.

"There's nobody here except us, Iris, and the video monitor system broke last month and hasn't been fixed," said Viola. "I'm going to show you how I get a specimen from a rapist."

John didn't say anything because he knew there was no one there who could help him. He watched as Viola was showing the younger woman how to restrain his movements. Iris looked to be in her twenties. She was cute and looked sexy in her tight police uniform.

"What's this bar between his feet for?" said Iris. 

"That's so he can't put his feet together," said Viola. "We're attaching the bar to the sides of this heavy bench, so he can't move his legs, except to bend them. Now I'm going to put this collar on him. See those hanging weights over there? Bring me two 10-pounders."

"Where did you get all this?" said Iris.

"It's from the evidence room, cases that never went to trial ," said Viola. "OK, watch how I attach the weights on each side of the collar. We don't need a lot, just enough to make him bend over. His own body weight will take care of the rest. Now watch him. See how the weights are making his neck strain. Soon he'll be bending forward. Now unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly and pull his pants and underwear to his ankles. Yes, like that. But his shirt is hanging down in front, so roll it up and tuck it in so he's bare from the belly button down. That's more like it. Now we can see him. 

"See how he's already leaning forward? Now let's show the perp my new specimen collecting aid. It was sent from Jacksonville last week. Before that, I just used a regular vibrator. But this one is special.

"It's all shiny black latex. Inside is a strong vibrator controlled by this remote. But this one is not shaped like a penis. See how the cylinder is narrow at the top but gradually gets wider until it's almost a foot wide at the bottom? I wipe this greasy white shortening all over it place it on the bench behind him.

"Now we just wait. He's bending over a little already. Soon his back is going to start hurting and he's going to lean back to get relief, but because of the weight, he won't be able to straighten out. Instead, he'll have to squat a little. I'll stand behind him to make sure that he squats right onto the cone. Look how scared he got when I said that.

"Did you see him jump? He must have felt the cone. That's why he moved so fast. But the pain in his neck and back are going to make him squat again, and his leg muscles are going to get tired, too. All we have to do is wait. There, did you see? That time the top of the thing actually went into his ass for a second before he moved off of it. Now I'm putting another big gob of grease on it.

"There he went again. He got up fast, but it looks like most of the grease was pushed into his asshole. I'm putting another gob on top now. I got my hand out of there just in time. Did you see how the grease made him slide down further on it before he could lift up? Now, quickly, another big gob of grease. One or two more times, and he's going to have a ton of shortening inside his ass."

As John's legs gave out, he couldn't get up from the device as it embedded itself inside him. Every few minutes he slid further down on the grease. He began panting and blowing out air, but it didn't help. Finally, he broke down and began crying.

"Take off his handcuffs, Iris," said Viola. "He isn't going to try anything now. Listen to me, scumbag. We're ready to take your specimen. Put your hands down and rub them on the cone to get them greasy and then get to work. Once you've started whacking off, I'll help you."

John heard her, but he felt so weak that his hands just hung at his side.

"If you don't do anything, that thing is going to go so deep into you that it comes out your mouth," said Viola. "Once we get your specimen, we'll lift you off of it."

John spoke, but he could barely whisper because of the pain. "I can't come like this," he said.

"Yes, you can," said Viola. "I'll help you once you get started. Get those hands greasy and go to work."

John rubbed around below him until his hands were slimy and then put his right hand on his limp penis and began pulling it. Then he felt something.

"Keep going," said Viola. "I've turned on the vibrator to help you. Just keep pulling until you're hard and then start pumping."

John couldn't believe it. The vibration was starting to have an effect. But even as it excited him, it didn't lessen the pain inside, and he screamed as his body slid further down onto the cylinder. His penis was getting firmer and he started pumping it. He felt the vibrations increasing.

"That's it," said Viola. "It shouldn't be long. Iris, take that cup and get in front of him. When you're ready to release your specimen, just yell out 'I'm coming,' and Iris will get the specimen cup in the right place." She got up and walked behind him. 

When John felt he was on the verge, he yelled, and as soon as he did, his hands were snatched by Viola from behind and in two seconds they were in cuffs behind him. He screamed in frustration as Iris brought the large cup, more like a pitcher, up to him, and he saw his penis bounce up and down a few times and some semen seep out. He had come, but there was no real release in any sense of the word. While it was happening, he slid down further on the greasy vibrating device and felt like he was splitting in two. 

When Iris took the cup away, Viola came around to the front and detached the weights on his collar, took off the collar and removed the bar spreading his feet. Then she pulled him to his feet while Iris slowly pulled the cone out of him. Iris wiped the grease off of him and they pulled off his underwear and pants, which were still around his ankles. Both were soaking in grease. "I'll wash these out, and they'll be returned to you later," said Viola. "Follow me."

Naked from the waist down and with his hands behind him, John staggered more than walked as he followed Viola out of the door and down a hall, with Iris behind him. Viola led him to one of the two large cells, opened it and pushed him in. "Back up to the bars," she ordered, "and I'll take off your cuffs."

As he turned around and she freed his hands, John noticed a man sitting down on the bed in the middle of the cell. He turned around and saw Viola and Iris had gone.

"Have a seat," said the man, pointing to the bed. John wondered why there was only one bed in the middle of the room instead of a bunk bed against the wall, like the prisons in the movies.

"My name is Billy," said the man. When he stood up, John saw he was large and muscular.

John walked painfully to the bed and sat down.

"I guess you're John," said Billy. "We don't have much time, so I'll explain this as quickly as possible. I'm a lifer, and I'm on my way from Leavenworth to Montgomery. I wondered why the marshal and I stopped here, and then I found out that someone hired me out as a movie star. After we perform today, I leave tomorrow morning. 




Country Roads



"Those officers who brought you in are going to get their cameras. They were filming you giving your specimen. The film we're going to make is about prison love, and you play the gay man who's just been moved into my cell. You've heard that I've got the biggest dick in the prison, and you can't wait to get at me.

"After you suck me and ride me, I'm going to come in your mouth. Then you're going to use your mouth to clean my dick. I'll tell you I'm tired, but you're going to insist on sucking me again, and once you get me hard, I'm going to do you in all kinds of positions, including carrying you around in my arms as I pound you from underneath and bump you into the bars. We'll finish with you whacking off while you're standing up and I'm pounding you from behind. I forgot to tell you. You'll be drinking some Dr. Pepper with Viagra ground up into it so you'll be hard all the way through the movie?

"You'll do all this because otherwise, I'm going to squeeze your balls until you change your mind. I've got nothing against you. I'm usually in solitary, and any chance I get to screw anything, I'm going to grab it."

The women came back with their cameras. John needed only two hard squeezes before going deciding to go along with Billy. When they were done, John was lying on the bed in a lifeless daze. Beyond the excruciating pain he felt, the smell and taste of what Billy left in his nostrils and mouth was so nauseating that he thought he might throw up any second. And when he thought about what had just happened, his humiliation made him feel even more sick. He barely noticed Billy being removed from the cell and the lights going off.

He woke the next morning to someone shaking his body. It was the cute young officer, Iris. "Wake up, sir," she said as she shook him again. "We're releasing you."

Suddenly John was wide awake. "What?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "We found your semen inside Betty Lou, but we also found another man's semen, and it was as fresh as yours. She had sex with both of you, probably within one hour, but she never mentioned that. We're bringing you back to the No Tell, and we want to question her again."

As they drove him back to the motel, his mind was going crazy. Everything that had happened to him yesterday was like a crazy nightmare, and today it was continuing. How could Loretta have another man's semen in her? 

The manager told Iris and John that Betty Lou drove off yesterday afternoon when she got back from the police station, and he hadn't seen her since.

When Iris told him about the semen analysis, he said, "I didn't say anything yesterday, because I was sure I was mistaken, but after the gentleman and the lady checked in, I saw a woman go into the room two doors down from yours. She woman looked sort of like Betty Lou, and I thought for a moment that it was strange that your wife was going into another room, but I didn't get a good look at her face, so I thought it was a coincidence. I'm sorry." 

"I have no car," said John. "I'm stranded." 

"I'll take you to the train station," said Iris. "It's about 20 minutes from here."

One by one, each of John's credit cards was denied at the train station's ticket window. He searched around for a pay phone and tried to place a few collect calls, but all he got was voice mail. He didn't leave any messages. Once he started to say what had happened to him, but he stopped when he realized that he was sounding delusional.

He sat in the station for a while and then picked up his suitcase and walked through the parking lot to the highway. He walked slowly and gingerly because of shooting pains from his anus. He couldn't think of anything else to do, so he kept walking.

While he was walking, he almost forgot the pain in his body because he felt his brain might explode. His thoughts went in every direction, and each one was more agonizing than the previous one.

What was happening to him? Why was he walking down this dusty highway in the middle of nowhere, sweating in the midday heat and swatting at flying insects attacking his arms and the back of his neck? He felt like he was in some kind of horror movie.

The thought came to him that maybe Loretta was possessed. Maybe some alien intelligence had invaded her body and was now in control of it. That was the only thing that could explain how the wife he deeply loved and who loved him just as much could turn into a something so different -- something that really was like a scary monster.

There were only a few cars. Every time he heard one behind him, he turned around and stuck out his thumb. A woman drove by him. After she passed him, she made a U turn and passed him in the other direction. Then she came up behind him and followed him as he walked for a while. Finally, she pulled even with him and yelled through her open window, "Where are you going?"

"Home to Jacksonville," he said as he stopped walking and looked at her face. She seemed to be in her 40s and was nice looking, except for a little too much makeup. He didn't say anything more because he was sure she wasn't going to pick up a strange man.

"What's in the suitcase?" she asked.

"My clothes," he said.

"Open the passenger door and then step back and open the suitcase," she said. "If you do anything else, I'm driving off fast." He followed her instructions.

"OK," she said. "You can put the suitcase in the back seat and get in." 

"I'm going to Jacksonville, too," she said after he got in and buckled his belt and she pulled back on the highway. "That's more than three days away. What are you doing hitchhiking from Missouri? Is someone after you?"

"No," he said. "If you don't mind, I don't want to talk about it."

"OK," she said. "From the way you were walking, I can tell you're hurting, so you can just sit there and listen to the radio for a while. Sit all the way over by your window and don't try to move any closer. While you're sitting, think about this: If you're no better company than the radio, then why am I giving you a ride?"

They listened to the country station in silence for about an hour, and then she turned the radio off. "Have you decided whether you want to talk or you'd rather I drop you off in the next town?" she said.

"What do you want to talk about?" he said.

"You can start by telling me how you got from Jacksonville to walking down a Missouri highway with a suitcase," she said.

Slowly, he started telling her what had happened. She stopped him often and made him go back and tell her more details. He had to go back all the way to when he met Loretta and how they got married and their life together and the vacation *they'd planned in Branson. She didn't react much to anything, even the two policewomen filming him being raped by Billy.

When he had finished his story and answered a few more questions about some of the details, she turned on the radio again, and they rode without talking for a while. He looked at her and wondered what she was thinking, but she just looked at the road.

Then she turned off the radio and said to him, "That was some story, John, but I believe you," she said. "You've had time to think about what happened. What have you come up with?"

"Nothing," he said. "All I can think of is getting home and talking to Loretta. I hope she's all right. Someone must have done something to her, but I don't know what or how. Or they were lying about what she said. I just don't understand it."

"You know at least one thing someone did to her, John," said the woman. "You can call me Ida."

"What do you mean, Ida?" he said.

"You told me that when she made you eat the come from her pussy, there was a huge amount there, way more than you expected."

"Yes, so what?" he said. He hadn't meant to tell her about that, but somehow she got it out of him.

"They found two different kinds in her, and the motel manager saw her going into another room," said Ida.

"He wasn't sure," said John.

"She was gone for more than an hour," said Ida. "You know for sure another man fucked her before she came back to your room. And she went into that other motel room on her own. Does that tell you anything?"

"No," he said.

"You don't look that stupid, John," said Ida. "You told me that Loretta's originally from Mississippi. Did she ever tell you that poem about Mississippi maidens?"

"You mean the one about Mississippi maidens love stronger than whiskey?" he said.

"That's the one," she said. "Every girl I ever met from Mississippi knows it.

""Loretta first recited that to me when she told me that she had stopped dating other guys," she said. "The other guys were all football players, so I thought I didn't have a chance. I proposed to her the next night."

"Did she ever recite it again?" asked Ida .

"Oh, lots of times," he said. "She was really serious when she said it a couple nights before the wedding, but after that we had a lot of fun with it. Every time she visited me at my office and a good looking woman walked by, she would whisper it to me, and we would start laughing and everyone would stare at us. The same thing would happen if we were at a party or a restaurant and she caught me looking at a beautiful woman. Why do you bring that up?"

"Because I think what's going on is Loretta is scratching your eyes out and beating your head in," said Ida.

"No she's not," he said. "The poem is about cheating. I've never cheated on her, and she knows it."

"You're lying," said Ida. "I've heard a hundred men swear they don't cheat, and then they go ahead and cheat. I'm not passing judgment on you. I'm just saying that Loretta found out you're cheating, and she's paying you back like a Mississippi maiden. Add up everything that happened, including the credit cards being canceled, and it's obvious."

John was speaking louder now. "You can say what you want, Ida," he said angrily. "You don't know me from Adam, so why should you believe me? But for a minute, pretend that I'm telling the truth. If I'm telling the truth, what's going on? How does any of this makes sense?

Ida was quiet for a while, and she looked straight ahead at the road. "All right," she said finally. "I know you're lying, but I'm playing your game. There's still no other explanation , except she thinks you're a cheater. Is Loretta crazy jealous? Does she check up on you all the time? Is that the kind of woman she is?"

"No," said John. "She's nothing like that. She's very passionate and emotional about everything, but she trusts me, and the Mississippi maiden thing is just for laughs. She knows me well enough that she wouldn't believe anyone who told her I cheated. She would demand proof. And since I don't cheat, there wouldn't be any proof.

"There's no reason she would do something like this. All I can think of is someone else is doing this to both of us, and she's in danger. If she's not there when I get home, I'm calling the police."

"Oh, she'll be there when you get home," said Ida. "I'm sure of that. I wish we could bet on who was right, but you don't have any money."

"I don't have money now, but I will when I get home," he said. "I'm going to pay you for this, Ida. I promise. I don't know what would've happened to me if you hadn't picked me up. You just tell me how much you want, but I'll probably pay you more than whatever you ask." 

"Thanks," she said. "From what you told me, I don't know if you're going to get hold of any money for a while, but I was thinking about other ways you could pay me. I don't think you'll be so grateful when I tell you." 

"What do you mean?" he said, watching her. She was looking straight ahead as she drove, but her facial expression had changed. As expressive as she had been a second ago, her face was now a mask, showing no emotion.

"We'll talk about it later," she said, and after that they just listened to the country radio station. As it was getting dark, she turned off Interstate onto a two-lane country road. She didn't reduce her speed, and it felt to him like she even increased it as they hurtled through the twilight for the next fifteen minutes, until she finally slowed and pulled into a small motel. For a moment, he shuddered because the motel reminded him of the No Tell Motel. He told her he'd sleep in the car, but she said that was stupid, because there was a couch and a bed in the room. When they had taken his suitcase and her bag into the room, she told him to shower and get dressed because they were going for dinner.

Dinner was at a roadhouse, and by the time they finished, the music had started. She took his hand and pulled him from the dining area to the bar and dance floor and sat down with him at a table. He didn't know what town or even what state they were in, but wherever they were, a lot of people knew Ida, mostly women who looked similar to her. They all wore dresses that were cut low at the top and high at the bottom, and they all had on a lot of makeup. They weren't young, but they were well preserved. None of them was thin, but neither were they grossly overweight like many of the other women in the bar. These women and a few men stopped at her table, and she introduced John to them. A few of the women sat down next to Ida, and they spoke to each other during the loud music. John couldn't hear much, but he did hear some say, "See you later," to her as they got up.

John let Ida buy him some drinks after promising her he'd pay her back for everything. When she pulled him up for a slow song, he tried to resist at first, but then gave in. During the song, she pulled him close to her. He tried to resist, but she was insistent, and he gave in. He felt her body's warmth and smelled her strong perfume. She pushed her ample breasts into him and frequently put one leg out and slowly rubbed it between his legs as they danced.

He knew she was trying to arouse him and tried to focus on other things in his mind as they danced. When he looked around, he saw the faces of some of the women who had come to his table on the dance floor. They were all smiling at him with lascivious expressions. By the end of the dance, he was aroused despite his efforts and tried to hide it as they sat back down. This scene repeated itself a couple more times before they finally left.

When she followed him into the motel room, she pushed him onto the bed on his back. He tried to get up, but before he could, she was sitting on top of him. As he started to push her off of him, she spoke in a sharp voice that he hadn't heard her use before.

"Before you do anything, John, you better listen for a moment. It's time for you to pay for your ride, John. I'm not the good Samaritan you think I am. I've been sizing you up from the moment I saw you and waiting for this. After you pay, that will make us even for today.

"If you don't want to cooperate, you can leave. I've got a gun for protection, but I won't try to use it to stop you. Maybe some drunk will give you a ride. Probably not, because they're suspicious of strangers around here. It will take you two or three days to walk back to the main highway. It's divided, so you'll have to stand by the onramp to hitch a ride, and the state troopers don't like that. I'm sure you'll get home eventually., although it might be weeks rather than three more days with me. So it's up to you.

"You might be delayed a few more days because after you leave, I'm going to call the local sheriff and tell him you attacked me and that you told me you were arrested a couple of days ago at the No Tell. I'll tell the sheriff that I need to get on my way, so I won't press charges, but I'd appreciate it if he held you for a couple of days. Maybe you'll meet another man who likes you in the local jail.

"So you have a choice tonight. Do you want to do what I tell you or not? 

As she said this, Ida got up off him and stood next to the bed waiting. John looked up at her and didn't move. "I want an answer, John," she said, raising her voice. "Say it! Yes or no!"

In a whisper, he said, "Yes."

"Good," she said. "Now get your clothes off."

He looked at her as he undressed mechanically. She was taking off her clothes, too. All the lights in the room were on, and he could see that her body was plump, and she had huge, hanging breasts, but her legs were sleek. She had a large bush.

"Now lie down on your back," Ida said. As soon as he did, her bush was smothering his face. He felt her hands grab his penis and testicles and start playing with them. "Get to work," she said as she spread her legs and lowered her vagina onto his mouth.

He tongued her while she pumped his penis and played with his balls for a while. Then she moved on him until her vagina was replaced by her anus. "Lick my ass," she said. He gagged and didn't respond. "Lick my ass," she said again, and he yelled, because she was squeezing his balls. When she started squeezing again, he began licking. She went back to working his penis and his balls. He started feeling like he was going to come. 

"Now stick your tongue in," she said. "I'm pushing my ass open so you can get it in. That's it. Keep pushing it in deeper. Good. Now start fucking my ass with your tongue. Yes, like that." She continued pumping, with one hand but now she let go of his balls with the other hand and stuck a finger into his anus. He jumped when she did that, and as she moved it in and out of him, he knew it wouldn't be long.

"Spit on my asshole and push it in with your tongue," she said as she slowed down her pumping. "Good. Now do it again; keep spitting and pushing it in." As he obeyed, s he began speeding up her pumping. He started thrusting into her hand, and she suddenly pulled it away and moved her ass forward off his tongue and down his body. She placed his penis at her anus and lowered herself onto it. She went up and down on it two times, and then he exploded inside her.

She sat on him until he was soft, and then she carefully lifted her body up and once again moved back until her anus was at his mouth again. "Lick my ass," she said, and once more he gagged, and once more she squeezed. He began licking. 

As he licked, she pushed his semen out of her anus into his mouth. Then she made him stick his tongue in and pull more of it out. The last thing he had to do was put his mouth up to her anus and suck it out like a vacuum cleaner. All the while she was fingering his anus. She had two fingers inside it, but he didn't get aroused again. 

After he had sucked, he noticed that suddenly all the lights went off. He heard some movement in the room, and the door opened and shut. When she let him up, he ran to the bathroom and threw up . When he came out, she was under the sheets and motioned him to get in next to her. He hesitated but finally got into bed, moving as far from her as he could. He was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, she took him to a diner. "You can tell me your decision when we get back to the motel," she said. "A few miles further down this road, there's a small shopping center and more traffic so you'll have a slightly better chance at finding a ride in your direction."

He ate silently for a while. "What was that with the lights last night?" he said. "And who was in the room?"

"Only a few girlfriends," she said. "They were filming us. I've got the video, so you don't have to worry. I'm not going to put it on the Internet."

He thought about what he'd have to do for the next two nights and almost threw up into his oatmeal. He decided he had to focus on getting to Ida as fast as he could, even if the best transportation was a barbaric sadist.

That day was almost a repeat of the day before: driving, with not much conversation, which suited him fine; another cheap motel; another roadhouse where a lot of women and a few men knew Ida; and another disgusting ordeal on the bed that was filmed by her friends. The only thing difference was he felt her put in three and then four fingers into his anus as he did what she ordered. 




Country Roads



The following morning, he felt almost elated. There would be only one more night of horror because they'd get to Jacksonville before noon the next day.

That night in the motel, she went much further. After he had eaten his come out of her anus, he started feeling pain similar to what he had felt when sliding down the huge dildo in front of Viola and Iris. Ida had pushed her entire right hand into him. She pulled it out and pushed some lube into him and then pushed it back in. Then she pushed it deeper inside him. She kept pulling it out and pushing it back in until he felt he was going to go out of his mind.

Finally, she stopped and turned around and sat on his stomach facing him. He was in such misery that he was barely aware of her, but then she leaned over and slapped his face hard with her right hand. Then she slapped him just as hard with her left hand. She kept alternating, and as she slapped, his face flipped from side to side. His cheeks were burning with pain before she stopped.

She rested for a while, and then got of him and rolled him over onto his stomach. She got up from the bed and reached for something. He heard a disturbance in the air and then a loud, echoing sound, like the sound of lightning striking . He would never forget those two sounds the rest of his life. He screamed as he felt a searing pain that began on his butt cheeks and traveled to every nerve in his body. He raised his head and saw her lifting a cane, and then came the sound of it cutting through the air again, and then the lightning tearing into his as s. She was swinging it with all her strength, and each stroke felt worse than the one before.

Though he was exhausted and could barely move, he tried to get away from her at first, crawling across the bed like a crab . She didn't try to stop him but just followed him and kept on swinging. When he was about to fall off the bed, she stopped him, pulled him back on and began again. By this time, he was screaming and crying and twitching and squirming without realizing what he was doing. Then it was over. Later, she told him she had given him 40 strokes, but he would have sworn it was hundreds.

When she finished, he felt like his rear had been cut into a million pieces and was burning in a frypan. Even when she was gently rubbing some ointment in and wiping off the a few bits of blood where the cane had broken the skin, he screamed from the excruciating pan. When she finished, she sat down next to him on the bed.

"You'll be all right in a week or so, John," she said. "Try not to look at your ass in a mirror, because it will only make it worse. But it will heal, and eventually you won't see anything."

The next morning when he woke, his entire body felt like a ball of pain. They didn't talk at all during breakfast. When they were almost done, Ida said she had to make a call and went outside. She was there nearly half an hour. In the car, they listened quietly to the country station. When John saw they were just a couple of hours away, he started getting fidgety. She noticed, and she said, "I think you're worried about what you're going to find at home, John, but you don't have to worry."

"Shut up!" he muttered. He didn't care if she stopped right here and made him get out of the car. He never wanted to hear her voice again.

"I will if you want me to, but I think you want to hear what Loretta told me this morning," said Ida.

"I don't want to hear anything from you," he said. "You're pure evil. You belong in prison for what you did to me."

"You agreed to everything," she said. "Before you do anything foolish, don't forget. I have it on video. Remember, the second night when you told the camera you were doing everything willingly. And it was the truth. You did agree to our deal. I'm taking you home just as I promised. You could have taken your chances on the highway. I wasn't preventing you."

John was silent, thinking. Finally, he spoke. "What did you say just now?" he said. "I don't think I understood you."

"You mean before you yelled at me?" she said.

"Yes."

"I said I thought you'd want to hear what Loretta told me this morning." 

He looked at her with wild eyes. "What?" he screamed.

"You heard me, John," she said. "We're getting close to your house, and I want to have a calm conversation so I can drive safely. Will you be quiet and let me talk? I can't hear you, John."

"Yes!" he shouted.

"Do you know a woman named Mary Beth Jerome?" she said.

"What?" he said. "What are you talking about?"

"Answer my question," said Ida. "It's important."

"Yes," he said. "Mary Beth was my girlfriend in high school, but what does that have to do with Loretta?"

"Did you see Mary Beth at your tenth high school reunion?" said Ida.

John thought for a moment, and then he yelled out, "Oh no!"

"Yes," said Ida. "Now it all makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Someone told Loretta the story about me and Mary Beth at the reunion," he said. "I can't believe it. That was more than five years ago. Somebody must have told Loretta, but how could she believe that lie?"

"Because you screwed Mary Beth at the reunion," said Ida.

"No, no, no," said John. "That's what people were saying the next morning, but it was just a story. I danced with her a few times, and I got really drunk, and I took her to her room and went to my room and fell asleep with my clothes on. I didn't do anything. How could Loretta believe that lie? I would never cheat on her."

"It isn't a lie," said Ida. "I'll be charitable and admit that maybe you were too drunk to remember it. But you definitely weren't too drunk to perform."

"What are you talking about, Ida?" he said. "You weren't there."

"But I saw the videos Loretta showed me," said Ida. "There's no doubt it was you. You and Mary Beth were naked and going at it like rabbits in every position. All the lights in the room were on, and there were about a dozen girls and guys around the bed cheering you on and recording everything with their phones. 

"Mary Beth even let you go into her ass, although as soon as you did she started yelling for you to pull out. But you were too drunk to hear her above the cheering, because you kept going until you came inside her ass. Then she slapped you a few times and ran into the bathroom crying and it was over. Some of the girls pulled your clothes on, and the guys dragged you off. It's all on video. Loretta can show you when you get home." 

"No, no, I don't want to see it! I don't want to remember it."

John stopped. Tears were streaming from his eyes. He forgot what pain his body was in. He forgot Ida sitting next to him. Then he began explaining to her, although it was more like he was talking to himself.

"I felt uneasy the next morning when they kidded me about Mary Beth. I didn't see her that morning, and they told me it was because she could barely walk. I was sure they were making it all up. But that was more than five years ago. Nobody showed me any video."

"Remember Mississippi maidens, John?" said Ida. "They never forget. Loretta probably would have never heard about it except for her friend, Penny, who came to work at her company a year and a half ago. Penny is married to one of your high school classmates and knew the story. One night she had too many drinks and told Loretta. Loretta didn't believe her until Penny made her husband get the video from one of his friends.

"You know how passionate and emotional Loretta is. She told me that at first she wanted to cut up your nice face and then emasculate you. When she calmed down a little, she decided to throw all your stuff on the front lawn and change the locks. But she told me that despite her insane anger, she hesitated, and at first, she didn't know why. Then she realized that despite her thirst for revenge, she still loved you.

"Even while she was planning everything that you've suffered the last few days, she was careful and protective. S he wanted you to feel humiliation and pain but not damage you permanently . It was her idea to send Viola that huge vibrating dildo, because in addition to humiliating you, it opened you up so that Billy wouldn't tear any tissue. She thought of everything. 

"The only people who were in on this were Viola and me. My job was not only to torment you but also protect you from someone who might have seriously hurt you while you were hitchhiking. I guess I did a good job, because you are still in once piece. You probably think I'm a monster. Should I tell you the truth? It was easy because I thought you were just another lying cheating bastard husband. Right now I'm thinking about what you just said and feeling less justified."

John listened to Ida in silence, and when she finished, he didn't respond. He just stared straight ahead as Ida drove. When he heard a sound, he turned to look at her. Tears were streaming down her face. 

"What now?" he said.

"Nothing," she said through her tears. "I believe you about Mary Beth. I'm sorry, that's all." 

When she pulled into the parking lot of a Denny's, he said, "Why are we stopping here? We're nearly home."

"Get a cup of coffee," she said. "I need to go to the ladies room."

He waited for her outside. When 15 minutes had passed, he went inside and saw her sitting at a table drinking a cup of coffee. She looked up. "Where were you?" she said. "I thought you left."

"Let's go," he said.

"Please sit down for a second," she said. "I need to tell you something."

He sat opposite her and looked at her. She was staring into her coffee. Finally, she raised her head. "Don't say anything now, John, or make a scene, because I think you want to hear what I'm going to tell you. Will you do that?"

"Fine," he muttered.

"I shouldn't feel so bad," she said, "because being drunk is no excuse. You're still a cheater, and Loretta didn't deserve what you did to her. You could be still be lying to me. Cheaters are good at lying. But for some reason, I believe you. So I called Loretta just now and told her what you said in the car.

"She believes you, too. It really broke her up. She said that she's been thinking of you and crying for two days already. She told me that yesterday she went to see your minister and told him everything. He was in shock at first and admitted he had never heard the like.

"The he told her she had forgotten 'Exodus 21:24' and 'Matthew 5:38.' He said he can understand how hard it is to turn the other cheek, but even worse was violating 'an eye for an eye.' He said that you had wronged her, but she had gone way overboard in punishing you. It was more like an eye for a tooth. He said that she needed to ask you for forgiveness and to never talk about Mary Beth again.

"Loretta said she knew the minister was right, and she had known it even before he told her. She said she was thinking of how to hurt you with the videos I have and the one she made of the guy who filled her with come. She told me she had hired him when she had a dream about you drowning in come. She was going to show you that video, but she told me she's destroying it. And she said she'd destroy the videos I put in your suitcase without ever looking at them.

"John, I could tell she still loves you tremendously and would give anything for you to forgive her. I think you love her, too. You may be thinking about a divorce lawyer -- or maybe a prosecutor, but I hope -- ."

"Let's go!" said John impatiently.

"All right," said Ida.

When they pulled up to his house, John jumped out of the car and began running to the door. "Wait!" yelled Ida. "Your suitcase."

He walked quickly back to the car and pulled it out. "I'll be right back with your money," he said. 

"Don't be silly," she said. She hadn't said anything since they had left the coffee shop, but he had heard her quiet sobs through the country music. "I think you are a good man, John. Loretta already paid me. Tell her I'm donating everything except my expenses to my church. Tell her I hope God blesses both of you and your marriage. Goodbye."

She drove off quickly. John stood watching her car disappear. All of a sudden, he wasn't so eager to run up to the front door. He walked slowly to the door with the suitcase, wondering what to do. Should he knock? Should he turn the handle to see if it was open?

Before he could decide, the door opened, and he saw Loretta standing there. She looked more beautiful to him than ever. She was smiling and crying at the same time.

"Hi, honey," she said. "I'm glad you're finally home."