2 comments/ 19326 views/ 7 favorites Lonely Road By: GroovaliciousGoDDess Nothing could have prepared her for the sense of absolute freedom driving gave her. Having spent most of her 33 years without a license, indeed without even having sat behind the steering wheel of a car, here she was suddenly in control of a great hunk of metal, plastic and rubber barrelling along (within the speed limit of course), her red P's proudly displayed on her front and rears passenger side windows, and the breeze ruffling through her long dark brunette hair. She had the music up full blast, well as loud as her little car's sound system would take it, and she was smoothly taking corners on the mostly empty country highway like a pro. That was until something flashed out in front of her, and she swerved to avoid it. There was a loud THUD, and something was flung off her hood and out to the side...but by then her car had gone into a spin, and she couldn't stop it. Everything was a blur, and then everything was noise. Then it all stopped. She came too a while later, she didn't know how long. Her neck was sore, and there was a band of fire over her front. But when she wriggled all her bits, she felt intact. Slowly she opened her eyes, there was something in one of them, and she raised her finger and gently removed a piece of glass. Her sight seemed blurry, but undamaged, and she realised that the glass came from her smashed windscreen. Her ample front was covered in shattered glass, and there were minute cuts on her arms. The wounded bark of a eucalyptus branch poked through what was left of the screen. She had hit a tree along side the road. The engine was still running, and she had the presence of mind to turn it off, seeing that there was a lot of steam coming from the crumpled front of her car; she assumed that the radiator was totalled; indeed her poor little Daihatsu was not much longer for this world. She took a deep breath and winced, well at least she was still in the world, and largely unhurt she thought. The seatbelt, that she always conscientiously fastened had saved her from worse injury, and fortunately she had been going at precisely the speed limit along here, which was 70 km's an hour. Her first real accident, in her 3 months of driving since getting her license this was her first real prang, apart from a few grazes along the side of the car from parking in the driveway too close to the fence, and a missing hub cap from hitting the kerb...this was it. She unclasped her seatbelt and reached for the door handle. It opened, stiffly and creakily and reluctantly, but it opened. She hauled herself out, the car was halfway down the embankment, and she had to get out at an awkward angle, the extra flesh she was carrying didn't help either. Mind you she was sort of grateful for it now; it probably saved her some injury. She leant for a long moment against the side of the car, it pinged and creaked as bits of metal settled then she scrambled up the embankment back to the road. Her right thigh twinged a bit, and she realised she must have banged it into the handle of the window when she crashed; she was going to have a fantastic bruise there. But she was grateful she wasn't worse hurt. She wished her mobile phone out of her pocket and started to dial 000, but then realised there was no signal. Well she was in the middle of nowhere. She looked around her, kilometres of dusty bitumen stretched in either direction, closely bordered by bush, dry bush. In the middle of a drought, everything was tinder...she couldn't even light a fire, or find water. Water, at least she had a few litres in the back of her car. Everything wasn't so dire after all. But night was about to fall, and there wasn't a dingle car on the highway. She was out the back of whoop whoop, and she couldn't even call for help on her phone. Her best bet was just to wait for a kind stranger to turn up...well she really hoped they would be kind, who ever they were...she had read nasty stories about what happened to some backpackers. She found a log by the side of the road and sat down to ponder her fate, just as she did so she saw the wallaby lying dead on the road. She realised that this is what she must have hit, and the cause of her current predicament. Unaccountably tears welled up in her eyes, and she walked slowly over to it, watching for any signs of movement. But as she knelt down and felt its soft fur, she knew that it was definitely dead. Her car had crushed the small life out of the furry body, which was still slightly warm to the touch. Gently she bent down and reached her hands underneath, she carried the dead wallaby to the side of the road, and commenced digging a small pit to bury it in. As she did so she realised that there WAS some movement from the animal, but it wasn't alive, there was a small Joey still in the pouch. Hardly believing it, she reached inside the still warm furry opening and gently withdrew a small creature the size of her hand. It was still pink and furless, but it was still alive. She wondered if she could keep it going until someone rescued her. She determined to try. Returning to the car she opened the boot and removed a blanket she kept there for emergencies and picnics, and made a little cavern for the baby wallaby to rest in, and then she sat down on the log again with it in her lap and waited. The sun was slowly sinking to the west, which was the way she had been heading...she could see a red sky off on the horizon through the trees. She hoped the night would not get too cold...it had a tendency to in these parts. It turned out that she didn't have to wait that long after all, about half an hour later a vehicle appeared in the distance, from the direction she had been travelling in. As it got closer she could see it was khaki Rangers Ute, with a bulbar at the front and spotlights along the top. It was filthy with dust and mud, and she was very glad to see it. She stood up as it grew nearer, and waved with one arm, the other holding the wriggly Joey close to her warm bosom. The truck drew up with a rattle of loose gravel and a screech of brakes, and a tall dark haired swarthy man jumped out. Landing firmly on battered Windsor Smiths, he slammed the car door and came towards her with a wide white grin on his tanned face. His skin was carved with deep lines, but he wasn't too much older than she, she guessed about 40 ish. He wore shorts which showed off well muscled calves, with a thick down of reddish hairs, and his hair and goatee were red brown, he glowed like a god under the setting sun. "I take it that's your car?" He asked in a deep rumbling baritone, and pointed at her poor crumpled little Daihatsu. She nodded dumbly; lost for words suddenly...a strange tingling sensation had started between her thighs... "Are you hurt miss?" The tone of concern was genuine, and it thrilled her to the core, he came over too her, close enough so she could smell the tangy male scent of his sweat. His brown shirt was opened at the collar and she could see a curl of red gold hairs poking through...she cleared her throat; suddenly her knees had turned to jelly. He managed to catch her free arm as she fell, lowering her back onto the log...her other arm was still occupied with the Joey. "Ah, so sorry...I hit a wallaby...this is the Joey...but i'm fine. Thank you, just feeling a bit...overcome." She realised as she said it that she didn't mean from the accident, she managed a nervous smile and passed over her little blanket wrapped bundle. He took the Joey from her, blanket and all and peered in..."Hmm bit young to survive outside the pouch, well Ill take it to the local animal hospital tomorrow and see what they can do for the little fellow, but you miss, had better come home with me...I don't think by the look of that car, that you will be going very far tonight." As he spoke he assisted her to stand, and went and put the Joey into the truck. "Where were you heading?" She got her belongings together, and stumbled back down to the car to make sure it was secure, then grasped his forearm as he helped her back up the embankment. "I'm the new community nurse out at Carabaja" she said as he helped to hoist her bag into the tray of the Ute. "Oh finally, you must be Claire then...I'm Dan, the local constable. We have all been eagerly waiting for you." He gave her a big warm wink, and held out his hand. She shook it nervously. It felt lovely, warm and soft, but callused and firm at the same time...a thought flickered across her brain...what would it be like to be touched in her more intimate places by these hands? She shivered, and blushed...and he opened the passenger side door for her. "Well in with you then, I will take you to your new digs if you like, but it might be better to wait for morning, I think the Administrator just set off some insect bombs this afternoon...might be a bit smelly. I don't think they were expecting you until the end of the week." She attempted to hoist her large frame up onto the high seat, and he had to come to her assistance again Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her wide bottom and almost choked as he pushed her bodily into the cab. Now she was bright red with embarrassment. She bucked in as he closed the door, and she got herself composed as he walked around to the driver's side and hopped in easily. She felt like a great fat pig now, and cursed the extra layers of padding that made her so awkward and unathletic. Suddenly she cursed herself, why was she suddenly feeling like this for some reason she really wanted this man to find her attractive, but she knew by now that was never going to happen. He must have gorgeous women clamouring for his attention. He didn't need a fat lump of a nurse wanting him too. "So Claire, have you had much experience in the outback?" He asked as he started up the diesel engine and shifted roughly into first. "Ah not really, this is my first venture into Remote area nursing, I used to live down the south coast as a young girl...but nothing quite this...rugged." She said gesturing out the window. "But I'm really looking forward to living in a small community, and I have a lot of skill I think will be useful." Dan chuckled... "Oh dear, well you will have to let me show you how things are set up, I know a lot of city folks have a pretty rough time out here at first." He grinned at her, "Don't worry, I'm used to showing Newbie's around. And I know how hard it is, I'm from Melbourne originally, came out here when I was 19 looking for adventure with a new badge and not a thought in my head. But 18 years later I love it so much I couldn't imagine living anywhere else." He cast an appraising eye over her, "But you mow my dear Sister Claire...well I think you are going to have your hands full...and I don't just mean with the nursing...they never warned us you were so attractive!" Claire coughed and blushed furiously, wishing her pale skin wasn't so easy to read..."I really don't know what you mean" she said bemused... "Ah don't short change yourself, you know what these country fella's are like..." He cast another glance at her, noticing her blush and grinned again..."Or maybe you don't." "I bet you didn't know the ratio of men to women out her was 3-1?" He laughed..."And most of those are married. And the rest are too young or two old!" Claire turned astonished eyes to him. "Really? That much...well I suppose it's a pretty hard life for a woman on her own." Dan laughed again, "Well most women out here don't stay on their own for long, they either hook up or they go. And I really hope you don't go Sister Claire..." Claire rolled her eyes "Well then the first thing you have to do is stop calling me "sister" I hate it, makes me feel like a nun, and a nun I certainly am not, good old Claire is enough. Careful or I will start calling you Constable Dan" "Well I'm glad to hear there is nothing nunnish about you! 'Cause I'm one of the unattached men!" Claire blushed furiously again, glad that now the sun had set and he couldn't see her face. She gently stroked the little Joey that lay snug in her lap, and stared out at the passing tees as Dan told her about the town she was about to spend the next few years of her life at... She had a two year contract with the town. She would work in their tiny clinic with two other nurses, and aboriginal health worker, and the GP that came in three days a week, and in exchange the town would provide her with a house, a car and $70 grand a year...as well as study leave etc. If anything it was going to be a good way for her to save some money to buy a house and go for that trip around the world she always wanted. Besides she always had the urge to work in remote areas, she just thought it would be so exciting... Dan promised to show her some of the land around the town, as the highway suddenly emerged from the bush into low scrub, and then to rolling fields. Now they were passing through wheat country, and the fields were covered in shivering waves of gold, reflected in the moon that had risen. Finally her eyes were starting to close as they pulled up to a low weatherboard house right on the edge of the town. It was only about 8pm but she had been driving from Sydney for the last three days, and she was exhausted. The crash had taken her last bit of strength. Dan helped her down from the Ute after taking the Joey from her first. He ushered her into the house, and then went back out to get her bags. At least he had electric lights...and running water...she went to the bathroom, heartily glad to be emptying her bladder at last. Dan gently settled the Joey in a warm box in the woodshed, with a milk teat that he had used before for previous wildlife orphans. He hoped the little creature survived the night. When Dan came back in Claire was still in the toilet. He put on the kettle to make some tea, and then shifted her bags to the spare room. Fortunately the double bed had clean sheets on it since his mum had come to stay with him recently from Melbourne. She was a cleaning freak, and the whole house was spotless. He silently thanked his mum, and pulled some food out of the fridge to get some tucker on. He suddenly really wanted to impress this gorgeous voluptuous nurse that had suddenly dropped into his lap...his dream come true...he closed his eyes as he chopped up the salad and imagined those soft curves giving under his hands. He had a vision of her pale skin flushing under his kisses; he was really starting to enjoy the way she blushed. His fantasy shattered as the whistle on the kettle let out a shriek, and the slight erection that he had developed disappeared as he managed to slice his finger with the knife. He swore some choice epithets as he lifted his hand and put it under the water faucet...it was a good deep cut too, right through the pad of his middle finger tip. Claire emerged from the bathroom just as he was cursing. "What's wrong!?" She exclaimed, coming towards him. "What have you done to yourself?" She turned off the kettle and snatched up a tea towel to examine his dripping finger..."Well that was clever, good thing you have a nurse handy!" She pulled him over to the kitchen table and sat him down, as he applied pressure to the cut with his other hand, he directed her to where he kept his first aid kit, in the cupboards by the front door... She fossicked around in the kit, getting what she needed, then went back to the bathroom to wash her hands, after taking a quick look she told him to continue applying pressure to the wound. When she came back he watched her avidly as she set out her gauze and her bandage, and prepared to dress his wound. He loved the way her brunette hair waved gently around her face and over her shoulders. Her plump cheeks were pale at the moment, but when she caught him watching her they flushed up prettily, and he saw the curve at the edge of her full lips. Lips that looked infinitely soft and kissable. He admired how her long dark eyelashes curled on her cheek. He felt his cock start to harden again, and thought he had better stop thinking along those lines. He increased the pressure on his finger, which had well and truly stopped bleeding now, but the pain made him divert his thoughts. She pulled up her chair close to him and told him to take the towel away, she leaned in close and he could smell the flowery scent in her hair, and the sweet sweat of her. Her large boson plumped out from beneath her low cut shirt, he could see the gentle swell of her cleavage, and as she leant in closer, her breast brushed along his arm. Immediately all the hairs on his arm stood up, and an electric tingle shot along his body. He started slightly, but she thought it was because she was hurting him and apologised. His erection twitched. Gently she cleaned the finger, then applied some antiseptic and gauze, and wrapped it in a fine bandage. Then she patted his bare knee in a comforting manner and looked up into his brown eyes, he looked back into hers, and she smiled. "There you go, all fixed!" She proclaimed, Dan leaned forward, but she had already jumped up and had started cleaning away the detritus and repacking the first aid kit. Dan held up his finger "A truly professional job!!" He exclaimed. She laughed; she had a lovely musical laugh. Her speaking voice was quite light but her laugh was melodious. He loved it, and gave her a big grin. "Well dinner won't cook itself! Would you like a pot of tea, after all the kettle has well and truly boiled!" Dan made a pot of tea and set it to stew and finished chopping up the salad stuff (after cleaning off the knife he had cut himself with). He slapped on a couple of pieces of steak to fry and took the tea to the kitchen table. Claire had gone to put the first aid kit back in its accustomed spot; he kept it there because it was easy to find and get to in emergencies. He had another one in his car, but sometimes people turned up on his doorstep and he then took them the rest of the way to the clinic in the town, a few kilometres away. He had the sudden uncharitable hope that it would happen a lot from now on, as Claire would be living in the house behind the clinic. The two other nurses were both married to people from the district. Old Karen was in her 60's and had delivered most of the children in the place; she lived out at Barranja station with her husband and oldest son and his family. They had been badly hit by the drought, and the last whet crop had failed. Mary was about 40, and was married to the local publican. She was originally an English nurse who had come to Australia for a bit of adventure, and ended up loving it so much she never left. She had just had her fourth child. That was one of the reasons that the town council had decided to employ another nurse, because neither Karen nor Mary were really up to the demands of the town, and both had their families to look after. Claire poured the tea, Dan of course didn't have any artificial sweetener, and as she tried not to take sugar, she went back to fish out some tablets from her bag. He looked askance at her as she dropped one in. "What's that for" he asked as she stirred it. "Trying to lose some weight." She replied, blushing again. "Well you look fine as you are," he stated, turning to flip the steaks. "Besides, you won't be plump long living out here; country life tends to whittle you down some." "That's what I'm hoping for!" said Claire. "Well I think you look fine, I prefer women with some meat on them, nice and soft." Dan gave her a cheeky grin as she blushed again and coughed some of the sip of tea she had just taken. Dan placed the steaks and salad on the table and handed Claire the steak knife. Claire found that she was starving, and the hot fresh food was delectable, she attacked her steak and chewed on the tender meat contentedly for a few minutes. Lonely Road Dan Ate a few bites and then stood..."Ah well I almost forgot, this should call for a celebration, since neither you not I will be driving any further tonight, how about a glass of wine? Do you like red?" He went over to the side board and pulled out a bottle of cabernet sauvignon from the cupboard underneath, got some glasses from the top and opened the bottle. Claire nodded eagerly, her mouth full. She was suddenly very grateful that Dan didn't drink beer. Maybe life out here wasn't going to be too bad at all. Dan poured the wine into two fine stemmed glasses with a flourish and showed her the bottle, it was a locally produced wine he explained, from one of the wineries on the other side of the valley, where things tended to be a bit wetter, but not suitable to farm for anything else because of the unevenness of the land. It was a fine round bodied vintage, fruity and strong, and she said so... "Bit like you then" he commented, waiting for her blush, she laughed...not so uneasy now. And took another sip as they companionably finished their meal. Afterwards he put the dishes' in the sink and led the way into the lounge room at the back of the house. The whole back wall was French doors, and looked out over the gully that wound around the side of the town. The moon was very high and bright now, and the night was clear and still, but for the noises of the night birds in the trees, and the gentle croaking of frogs. He opened the French windows and led Claire out onto the veranda that ran the entire length of the back of the house. His bedroom backed onto it on the other side of the lounge room too, with its own door. They both had glasses of wine, and he lit the citronella candles to keep away the mosquitoes. Almost immediately, Claire slapped her arm as a hungry mozzie landed on it, hungry for her fresh blood. Dan laughed, "They like some fresh meat." He chuckled. Claire responded with a rueful grin, "I just wish it wasn't mine" Claire leant out on the veranda railing, staring into the night, suddenly overwhelmed with the events of the day. Dan watched her, the way the moonlight settled over her pale skin, the abundant swell of her hips and her breasts, and even the gentle bulge of her belly against the railing. He took another sip of his wine and averted his eyes as he envisioned her naked and squirming under him, and his flesh plundering her softness. His erection stirred again, and he turned slightly away, but turned back as she gave a small yelp of pain when she shifted. "What's wrong he asked anxiously, the silent reverie broken...?" "Oh nothing really, I think I whacked my leg in the accident, I've given myself a soft tissue injury, its a bit painful, just managed to hit the spot when I leant on the railing." Dan moved close to her, "You should let me have a look" He practically breathed it, grasped suddenly with a strong desire to touch her. Must have been the wine. She held her leg out slightly and pulled up the hem of her flared shorts. Comfortable driving garb. A large lividly purple bruise marked the outer side of her white thigh. She looked up as he moved closer, he reached out a hand and touched her thigh over the bruise gently, and she held her breath. "Nasty bruise" he commented softly, you should let me put something on that for you." He leant his height down to her, she wasn't a short woman, but his 6'4 frame still managed to top her 5'8...very slowly, so that she had time to pull away, he pressed his lips to hers. Putting his wine down on the railing, he took hers and placed it next to his. Then he curved his hand around her shoulder and pulled her in close. His other hand still rested on her thigh, and he drew it up slowly to rest on her hips. He felt her tremble, but she raised her head so that he could se her eyes were half shut. He pressed the kiss, felling with wonder the softness of her warm lips. She let her breath out through her nose, moaning slightly as he gripped her closer yet and relaxed into a deep sensuous kiss. He was surprised when it was her tongue that quested between his lips. She nipped his bottom lip slightly then touched the tip of his tongue with her own as he opened his mouth for a deep French kiss. Almost immediately he became hard, and he pulled her closer so that she could feel his hard bulge against her upper thigh and belly. Claire felt herself melt into Dan's arms, as she felt his cock harden against her belly she felt a sharp thrill of excitement, and her pussy tingled with a sudden rush of moisture. All her weariness of the day's events left her, and all she felt was intense arousement. She wanted this man tonight, inside her, on her, all over her. Dan sensed Claire's sudden acceptance of his desire with her own and drew his hand from her hip to caress the side of her breast, she gasped as hi brushed over an erect nipple, and her tongue pressed deeper into his mouth. Very slowly he back led her down the veranda to the French doors that led to his bed room. He slid the door open easily with one hand. The other now was in her soft brown hair. He broke the kiss and stepped back, gazing at her in total lust. Her flush was back, but now it was one of arousement rather than embarrassment. He loved it. He stepped forward again; she looked almost bereft, thinking that perhaps he was going to leave her. Very slowly he began undoing the buttons of her white blouse. He brushed callused thumbs over the swell of her cleavage. She was wearing a white lacy bra; he could barely make out her darker pink nipples through the sheer fabric banding the top of her décolletage. He had undone all the buttons and she had let him, whimpering slightly as he caressed her bra encased breasts gently. He stepped back again after leaving a lingering kiss on her right breast above the bra, and pulled his own shirt off over the top of his head, without bothering to undo any buttons. Then he returned to her, crushing her sweet lips with his, and reaching around her to find the clasp of her bra. She ran her soft hands over his muscled chest, and up the sides. Lightly scraping her short nails over his back and back to his front, he released her from the bra. She sighed as he stepped back again. He admired the full white breasts that dropped from the DD cups of the bra, tipped with perfect pink nipples. Fully erect now, her bent to touch one with his tongue and took it slowly into his mouth; savouring the salt of her sweat he sucked it deep into his mouth. He placed one hand on her ass; and pulled her near, again leading her back wards so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She said nothing, but he knew by her breathing that she was as excited as he was. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple, and she moaned, leaning into him. He inserted his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged. He pulled the elasticized waists easily over her full womanly hips. No bony protuberances here, her belly swelled out over her front, he gently kissed her navel as he revealed it, and dipped his tongue into it. She chuckled breathlessly and he smiled up at her. "You have a gorgeous belly, I want to make love to it, I want make love to every inch of you." At that she laughed, tossing back her thick hair, her belly jounced...and his erection became painfully hard against his shorts. Now she took some control. She pushed him down to lie half on the bed, and slowly moved up to kneel over him, reaching down she caressed the swell in his pants and chuckled again with appreciation. As she moved her shorts fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them, now wearing only her white panties, satin with lace panels at the front, and a large damp patch already spreading over the crotch. Dan could smell her sex from there, like rich nectar rising into the warm breeze coming in through the open French doors. She tugged at this belt, unclasping it and then undoing the button at the top. She slowly released the zipper, moving back off the bed as she pulled the shorts down over his legs and off. He was still wearing his boots, so she undid the laces and slowly pulls them off, along with his socks....then she straddled on of his legs, as she moved back onto the bed, resting her leg on the other side. Claire could not believe that all this had happened so quickly, she was no stranger to the events of the bedroom, but it had been a very long time since she had slept with anyone, let alone a man of this calibre. She loved everything about him, from the tips of his red brown hair to his big toes. And his low laugh just made her want to jump on him. By now her skin was hot and tight with lust, her pussy was dripping inside her panties, and she had yet to see his cock. As she knelt down beside him to pull down the waistband of his undies he sat up and grasped her wrists... "Me first" he muttered in a deep growl, and suddenly she was on her back, and he was slipping her panties down over her leg, bending to gently kiss the dark bruise on her thigh. He kissed around her leg, and back up her thigh and her legs parted as he moved up between them slowly. He could hear her breathing deepen. He ran hi tongue over her thigh. The scent of her was intoxicating, and he desperately wanted to taste her. Very slowly he grasped a thigh in each hand and ran his thumb along her outer labia. They were already slick with juice and soft with curling brown hair. She had a natural muff, but the hair was not very dense. She moaned and arched her back slightly as his thumb stroked her. He pressed his erection into the bed, wanting to prolong this as long as he could stand it. He was rock hard, but he left his undies on for now. They were still down the end of the bed, so he sat up and directed her to scoot up the bed. He gazed down at her white flesh as she wriggled herself up so that her head rested on the double pillows. Her eyes were wide and shining, and she rested herself back on her elbows for a moment as she watched him gazing at her. She in turn was admiring him. His lean brown muscular physique, slightly paler where he went covered in the sweltering Aussie sun. Her eyes fixed on the large bulge barely outlined by his cotton undies, but she was to be disappointed again as he leaned back down to pay homage to her pussy...but not for long. He parted her outer labia with his thumbs, and inhaled her scent deeply, then positioned himself with his head between her thighs, he licked slowly from the bottom of her cleft, all the way to the top along one side...She moaned deeply, and he smiled into her. Then paid the same attention to the other side....then he ran his hot tongue up the centre of her cleft, dipping deeply into the pooled nectar in the centre. She tasted delicious, salty and sweet all at once. He touched the tip of his tongue slightly to her clit, he could fell it twitch under his tongue. It was hard as a little pea. A shiver went though Claire's entire body, as the first of many orgasms threatened to claim her. He returned his attention to her outer labia, and ran his finger over her clit this time. She gasped as the orgasm began to take her, but it claimed her totally as his tongue pressed onto her clit again, warm and soft and oh so so sweet. Dan was amazed, he had never had a woman who climaxed so quickly and so easily, he licked his lips, hmmm and tasted so good. He knelt between her legs, fingering her gently as her climax subsided. "Well I hope that is the first of many, "he rasped. Claire's eyes flipped open and she nodded languidly... "Yes, so do I!" She gasped. Claire sat up and pulled him down into another deep sensual kiss, and reached her hand down to fondle the hardness between his legs. He let himself sink onto the bed as he lost himself into her kiss and the amazing sensations her touch was causing to his cock. She pulled his undies down, and his large, uncircumcised cock popped out suddenly, like a jack in the box, almost hitting Claire in the eye, the both laughed, but his laugh turned into a moan as she took his cock by one hand and then between her lips. She engulfed him in warmth. She savoured the soft velvety skin, he was large, at least 9 inches long, and thick too, she knew already that she was going to love being pounded by this cock many times. Very slowly she took him into her mouth, her tongue making lots of circles around its tip, under the frenulum, down the shaft. She licked and kissed and sucked all along the length, until she thought he would explode. But she could feel when he was getting close and he managed to hold it off. He was swollen to full capacity, he had never felt so huge, and he was momentarily concerned that he might hurt her with his size; some of his girlfriends had had trouble with him. But she sucked him with every appearance of lustful eagerness, and he ran his fingers through her soft hair, revelling in the sensations that her hot mouth was making on his cock. Finally he felt he was getting close, he gently disengaged her, and told her to lay down...She lay back again on the bed, in all her fleshy glory, her lay over her, kissing her deeply and sucking on her nipples, taking them into his mouth one at a time, nipping lightly on them when she moaned, he shortly realised that she liked a bit of rough treatment on her nipples and bit them harder, causing her to squeal again in mounting orgasm. He knelt again between her legs, and she raised them and bent them outwards, exposing her glistening pussy. Very slowly he pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the purple swollen know of his cock along her cleft, pressing it to her clit so she squirmed. She lifted her hips as he slid into her easily to the hilt, sheathing himself completely in her warm wetness. She felt incredible, hot, and slick and tight around his cock. Very gently he withdrew and slid back in, and she moaned loudly.... "Yes!" she gasped, "that's it, I want you in me, in me to the core" He pulled back and thrust again more forcefully, and she thrust up to meet him...gradually his rhythm increased, and with every thrust she met him, his balls were tightening against him, and he thought he would let go before she did, but as he thrust harder into her she screamed, clenching her pussy around his cock, and orgasmed with such force, he almost lost it himself... She lay for a moment trembling, and then rose up onto her knees..."I want it from behind, and I want it as hard as you can fuck" She growled at him, kissing him deeply and stroking his cock, slick with her juices. She arranged herself on her hands and knees, and he ran his hands over her large ass, loving its round softness... but it was firm too...he would love to fuck against it. She leaned down with her head turned to one side, and her weight resting on one arm, the other reached back between her legs and she spread her pussy for him. He thrust into her, almost savagely, and she growled, almost animal like..."Yes!" He grasped her hips and began thrusting hard, hard as he could, while she moaned into the bed and rubbed her own clit. His balls were slapping against her pussy at the same time, and he was as deep within her as it was possible to go. He could feel his cock bumping against the opening of her cervix. She thrust back against him, rubbing furiously. She brought herself up slightly and he reached around her, feeling the round full globes of her breasts, he squeezed them hard as he thrust into her again and she screamed. Thrusting hard back onto his cock, he could feel it start to spasm again, but he kept going thrusting through her orgasm, until his built to a level he could no longer suppress. He reached his hand around to her clit, displacing her own fingers there, and rubbed in rhythm to his thrusts, until she was practically whimpering in pleasure. Suddenly her entire body tensed up and she thrust against him even harder, he could feel his cock sunk into her ultimate depths and an amazing rippling sensation in her pussy as she orgasmed. He began to come too, releasing long spurts of his semen into her, and suddenly realised that his legs, his balls his hands were covered with fluid, she had squirted her own fluid all over him. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked it off. He cock was still buried in her pussy. And he thought to himself, that he was really going to enjoy the new addition to the neighbourhood. Lonely Road I was driving along the empty backroads, it had been a long trip and the short cut was only going to make it slightly shorter. It was hot in the car and I was by myself so as usual I had removed my bra and panties, leaving only my thin white cotton top and short denim skirt to cover myself from other drivers. I had been going quite fast as the roads were empty and I hadn't seen another car for hours. Suddenly, seemingly from out of nowhere a cop car was behind me, lights and sirens blaring. He must have been hiding in the trees. I pulled over, acutely aware of naked I would feel once he was up close. The cop car pulled up behind me and I watched in the rearview mirror as the cop got out of the car. It wasn't a man as I expected, but a woman. As she walked closer I appreciated her tight uniform, and commanding walk. "Can I see you licence please ma'am," she asked when she reached the car. "Sure," I said, a little hesitation in my voice. I leant over and fumbled around in my handbag to find the card. As I leaned back, I thought I caught her staring down my top at my free breasts. She surveyed the card briefly and then asked, "Can you get out of the car please ma'am?" I was shaking slightly now but I got out, standing next her slim frame, I couldn't believe how commanding she could be. "Put your hands on the bonnet of the car please, Emma," my name sounding intimate on her lips. "But what have I done wrong?" "I'm just checking to see why you might have been going so fast." She put her fingers along the back of my neck, leaning in close over my bent body. She placed them gently under my hair and ran them over my scalp. It felt amazing, and I felt less like I was being searched and more like I was being seduced. She ran her fingers back down my neck, over my shoulders and down the curve of my back. Her hands then slid easily inside my loose shirt, over my tensed stomach and up to my breasts. She cupped them gently for a moment and then gave them a tight squeeze. I gasped. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you Emma," she said. "You like driving too fast with no bra and ..." she paused to run her hand up my thigh and settle tantalisingly close to my moistening cunt..."no panties 'and tease all the boys," don't you Emma." They were not questions, but came surely out of her mouth as if she knew all of my desires. She took her hand away from my thigh, and brought it up to imitate the other hand that was circling my nipple. My nipples were growing erect and as she ground her hips into me from behind, I began to pant. "Oh, you are a naughty little slut," she said. "You like it when I do this," and she pinched my nipples just slightly too hard, which made it feel even better, I wanted to be her sex slave, and to do anything for her. She ran one hand back down to where I wanted it most, but just teased my lips, running soft fingertips over the folds, pressing at the opening and then moving away, barely circling around my clit. "Oh please," I said, "I'll do anything." "Good little horny bitch, beg me for it." "Please, please, please," I said, my voice barely audible. She stepped away suddenly, and I almost fainted, my cunt dripping, shaking in anticipation. I was afraid to turn around, that she was leaving me like this, but I heard a clipping sound and I waited. "You'll like this," she said, "bend over more." I bent over obediently, and she rested something hard and cool against my slit. "Shove it in," I cried out, but she waited, enjoying tantalising me with her hips and breasts rubbing against my back. Then she did, a quick smooth motion as her night stick entered me hard and deep. It was so big and round, it almost hurt, but in wonderful long strokes of being filled. She pumped it in and out of my increasingly wet pussy, saying, "Yes horny bitch, scream for me, beg for it." She slid it in and out, slowly and then faster and faster, reaching around to rub my clit. As she breathed on my neck and then licked up the side, I came in a hard, shaking orgasm. She kept thrusting a little longer, prolonging the pleasurable pain and then she removed it, climbed in her car and drove away. I was still so horny I had to sit in the car with my legs resting on the dashboard, playing with my clit, and shoving as many fingers as I could fit inside me as I could. Only after I'd had two more shaking orgasms could I even concentrate enough to drive. On the drive, I noticed a piece of paper just a phone number on it and I was wet all over again just thinking about dialling it.