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On The Road

By: MikeWrites



The young woman is walking along the side of the road. It is a grey day and wet. Despite the weather her only clothes are jeans and a maroon sweatshirt. She is walking away so as I drive up behind her I have the chance to take in some details - mousy brown hair cut straight and falling just below her shoulders, a slim waist and promising curves for her bottom.

The urge takes me and I slow and pull up just past her. I lower the window and lean across and so as she walks up she is expecting me to talk to her. I ask the way to wherever. As she tells me I have the opportunity to take in more of her features. She is probably in her early twenties, pretty but not excessively so, an achievable fuckable young woman.

The rain is getting heavier and she looks along the silver lines of the Merc with envy. I ask if she has far to go, she says "not far" but anyway I offer her a lift. She hesitates, I'm a stranger, anything could happen, but the rain is pouring now and she says thanks and climbs in.

The presence of this attractive young woman in my car excites me terribly. I offer her a cigarette and she accepts. She has only taken a couple of draws when she indicates that her turn off is on the left. I flick the indicator and pull the car over. The rain is still flooding the windows of the car.

Her hand is on the door latch and she says "thank you".

I say "there's just one thing, you can get right out and that's fair enough, but you know what it's like when you're feeling horny and sometimes you just want to do something about it, well that's what I'm doing, I hope you're not offended, whatever, it's a compliment."

Her hand is still on the door latch and she says "you've known me two minutes and you're coming on to me?" but she still hasn't opened the door latch.

"So what - two minutes," I say, "I know enough and I know we could have some fun, both of us, I like to see women I'm with having fun." Her hand is still on the door latch, she's looking at me and thinking "he's no looker but he keeps himself in shape and he's not creepy." Being in an SL55 probably helps.

"You're incredible" she says.

"I know," I reply, "but if you want something why not ask?" 

"Where would we go?" she asks and her hand is off the door handle and my heart is pumping so fast because my ridiculous proposition is going to work.

I drive us to a road off a road off a road and then down a track into a copse, we are alone and as soon as I turn off the engine we are kissing passionately.

I rest a hand on the inside of her thigh - although we are both feeling like animals I want to fuck her like a gentleman. I tug up the sweatshirt, she is wearing a cheap peachy bra with lace frills. I tug that up too and her nipples are firm and brown and I bring my mouth over them, teasing ever so gently with my teeth and licking with my tongue. My fingers on her thigh are now touching her crotch and I can feel the heat there, I slide my fingers further down between her thighs and press them against the base of her zipper, giving her the pressure on her cunt she wants. Meanwhile my other hand is exploring the bare small of her back, slipping inside the top of her jeans and brushing along the elastic of her panties or thong.

She is enjoying my attention but has not forgotten about me and she gently rubs the crotch of my trousers, rubbing and pressing my cock through the material.

"Take off your jeans," I say, she looks around but the windows are completely steamed and we are in our own world. She sits back, fiddles with the button and then lifts her ass up from the seat to slide the jeans down. Her legs are slim and pale and she is wearing worn pink panties that don't match her bra and it excites me that I am fucking someone who was just walking to somewhere.

With her jeans by her feet we kiss again and I bring my fingers against her mound, rubbing her through the cotton of her panties while my other hand slips under the elastic waistband to squeeze her ass cheeks and to stroke cheekily along her crack.

As my fingers rub the front of the panties I feel the outline of her pussy lips and there is a slick wet patch, and so she must know I wasn't lying when I said I like to see women having fun. "Show me your bum," I say.

"What? she replies.

"Your bum," I say again, "I like bums, it's my thing."

"You're incredible," she says for the second time, but begins the awkward manoeuvre in the narrow confined space. She bangs her head on the roof and catches her foot on the hand brake and to have enough space she has to rest her shins across the gap between our seats but soon enough she is kneeling on all fours away from me and she slips her fingers into the sides of her old pink panties and slides her panties to the top of her thighs and bares her ass to me.

Her ass is if anything paler than her legs, I reach out and pull her cheeks apart and she gasps, maybe she wasn't expecting it quite like this. I move in close to inspect her bottom closely, the wrinkles of her anus, the sexy chocolate skin around it and the thin wispy hairs.

Then I lick her asshole, she certainly wasn't expecting that and she jumps but then presses her bum back against my face, urging me and wanting me to kiss her dirty rear. 

I could lick her bum forever but soon I pull away and tell her to sit back down, and when she is back on the seat I kiss her, wanting to share the taste of her anus with her. She must have liked having her bum licked because she responds hungrily.

I am ready to finally fulfil my honour so I pull her legs forward so she is sitting on the edge of the seat, I part her thighs and duck my head down, she has a bushy triangle of dark brown pubes and her cunt lips are puffy and slick. I draw my tongue between her labia a few times, she tastes sweaty and pissy like I wanted. Then as I bring my mouth up to begin brushing her clitoris I slide my fingers between her bum cheeks and press the tip of my forefinger just inside her asshole.

She is building quickly and I keep the contact with my tongue and finger steady and gentle, she is rubbing the back of my head and I can see in the corner of my eye her other hand is punishing her nipples.

She begins to cum, a kind of wail, and I maintain my licking and poking as wave after wave shatters through her. When I feel she is through I lift my head and draw out my finger.

I feel after my thoughtfulness I am entitled to almost anything but I am in a simple mood, and as I straddle over her she has to slip even lower down the chair to give me room beneath the roof of the car.

My groin is in front of her face and she fumbles with my belt and zipper, urgent to return the favour. The release as my cock springs free is incredible, she runs her tongue around my cockhead but I want less than this so I lift up her hand and place it around my cock.

She begins a slow careful wanking movement, her tongue still darting out to tease my cock.

I am so close and the look on her face, mouth open, ready for me to cum all over her is almost enough. I have one moment of inspiration and offer the finger that was up her back hole to her nostrils and she obediently inhales her ass smell.

It is all too much and I feel the sensation of release and then I am cumming thick and hard over her young face, her mouth is open to accept my cum but most of it splatters over her cheeks and nose. She continues her steady wanking until I have finished.

As I return carefully to my seat I look at her, her maroon sweatshirt and peachy bra still pulled up above her tits, her nipples stiff and excited, her pink panties down to her thighs and above all her face splattered with my cum. I must stop by the side of the road more often.

On the Road



She hated semi trucks. She had no qualms telling me that when I first answered her question about what I did for a living.

"Ugh, I can't stand trucks. They're just so massive. They scare the hell out of me to be honest. I hate 'em... can't stand 'em."

"Have you ever taken a ride in one?" I countered.

"Hell no... if I don't like them, why would I take a ride??" she retorted.

"Well, you may not have yet, but you will... trust me... I'll get you out on the road in my rig..." I said.

"Yeah, right... that'll be the day..." she had responded.

From that moment on, I was determined to take her for a ride in mine. It helped that she's hot and I'd love to get her out on the road alone for a night... I bet that would help cure her hatred of trucks.

It took about a week or so of flirting, sweet talking and nudging before she finally agreed. Actually, the only reason she agreed was I needed her help with studying for a huge exam I needed to take the day after we'd get back. She couldn't say no to that. The date was set and I couldn't wait. It would be an over-night run, almost a thousand miles total for the round trip.

Around 7 o'clock the following Monday, her friend dropped her off by my truck yard. Unfortunately, the weather had been pretty nasty all day and it didn't seem like it was going to be getting any better.

"Between my hatred of trucks and the weather, do you realize the amount of trust this is taking right now?" she asked as she climbed into the cab.

"Yeah, I know. But it's the only way you're going to get over your fear and hatred. So buckle up and let's get going." I told her as my mind was racing... God she's hot. She's actually here. This is gonna be one hell of a night I know it...

It took us an hour to pick up the trailer I'd be hauling out to Missouri. She was in complete awe in the cluster-fuck of a truck yard. She just couldn't get over how anyone found anything. The innocence that was exhuding from her at that point was strong enough it almost made me lose control of myself and kiss her then and there... but I contained myself and made myself wait till we were in Missouri.

We talked here and there as we drove. The radio did a lot of talking. For as much as she hated trucks, she was quickly enjoying herself with me. She took to the road easily. She even understood the CB radio better than most do their first time listening to it. I wanted her more and more as each mile passed behind us.

We made it to Missouri without a problem and dropped off the one trailer and picked up the one to haul back. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view), the weather had gotten worse and she was starting to get nervous. I've driven in rain worse than what it was that night, but since we were both tired and she was starting to freak out, we pulled off the highway and into a truck stop for a few hours. Hopefully the worst would blow over soon and we could hit the road again in two hours.

The whole ride, the sexual tension kept mounting as we flirted and teased. Now we were stopped with not much to do till the weather cleared up. We tried to stretch out side-by-side on the bed in the back of my rig, but trying to give each other space and room wasn't doing much for comfort. I knew what to do. Lying on my back, I stretched my arms and then laced my fingers behind my head, exposing my chest.

"Oh no... you didn't just do that... that's too tempting damn it." she half-heartedly complained.

"What? Oh, this?" I pointed to my chest and she nodded in the dim light. "Well then, come here." I held out my arms to her and she fit in them perfectly. She laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me. She sighed this little sigh of contentment when my arms encircled her. We managed to lay that way for a time before we both had to shift due to our arms falling asleep before we could.

I ended up lying on my stomach and she stretched out on her side. We had only one pillow to share and we were face to face on it. I wanted her... I wanted her so badly...

I nuzzled the tip of my nose to hers...

She giggled...

God the innocence she exhuded...

She nuzzled back...

Slowly our faces drew closer till we were breathing each other's breaths...

I don't really know who kissed who first but the passion in that first gentle exploratory kiss...

We started to get lost in the kiss as it became more passionate and deeper...

Then she broke it... she tickled me!!!! On purpose!!!!

The foreplay had begun.

She put up a good fight in the tickle fight... she's stronger than I first thought too... I finally managed to position myself on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist holding me where I was.

Just as she reached to tickle me again, I thrust my harded dick against her... her hands froze mid-air and as she gasped, her whole body trembled making me harder and hotter.

I leaned over and kissed her like I had the first time... soft and sweet... she began to melt beneath me... I shifted my hips just so and rubbed against her again... she trembled once more.

"Why do you tremble when I do this?" I asked as I repeated my previous movement.

It took her a moment to compose herself to respond... "Because I want you and because that feels so good..."

"I was hoping you'd say that." I kissed her again, deeper this time... I slipped my tongue into her mouth and her tongue found mine. They danced for a moment before she started to suck my tongue as she would my dick... that made me shudder.

She reached to peel off my shirt and I let her take it. As I reached for hers she stopped me. "No... you first... me later..." I didn't understand right away. She pulled me back on top of her and started grinding her hips against mine... I understood fully.

We rubbed against each other for a time, both of us getting hot and steamy. Then she caught me off guard and flipped me off of her and she mounted me before I realized it. "Like I said, you first..." she whispered as she started kissing my neck and chest.


I know she's been with other men, but only those other men only numbered three. If I hadn't known that, I would have guessed it in the twenties for as good as she was. She knew right where to kiss to get me hotter and harder... she even found a few spots I didn't know could turn me on.

As she slowly kissed my chest and stomach, her hands found their way to my shorts and were massaging everything around my hardened dick... she was good... the temptress... all at once, she was starting to undo my shorts to take both them and my boxers off... I helped her out a little mainly because I was eager for her to go on with her torture.

"A litte eager aren't we, love?" she questioned as her fingers lightly breezed up my upper thigh to my hip, just past my now-exposed manhood.

"Uh-huh." was all I could muster... I was already in her control... 

"Mmmmm... then perhaps I'll torture you a little more first, eh?" Her mouth found its way to my hip... she kissed so gently and then she lightly blew across the moisture her lips had left behind... the result was earth-shaking... my whole body shuddered as hers had done... I couldn't believe it...

My plan had been to do this to her... I only wanted to please myself by pleasing her... yet here I was, completely naked and she wasn't even missing her shirt...

As she repeated the same steps on my other hip my thoughts were jarred back to the moment. I ran my fingers through her hair and gently led her face back to mine where I kissed her long and deep.

"What was that for? I haven't done anything yet..." she teased.

"Oh, you've done more than you know my little lover... more than you know." I released her and she went back to torturing me... she repeated her kiss-n-blow steps on my inner thighs and I was so hard all I could think of was either fucking her long and hard, or the sensation of her pleasuring me with oral sex... My thoughts had wandered far enough again that I hadn't even noticed she had stopped. 

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, this little pout on her face. "Did I do something wrong? I know I haven't done this in a long time, but..."

"No, no... you're doing superb my little lover... I'm sorry, I just got so lost in the pleasure... really... it's okay."

She smiled and before I knew it, her tongue was gently caressing my dick... she licked oh-so-gently up and down the length of my shaft. A little pre-cum seeped out and she enjoyed that fact. She knew she had me. She nibbled gently down the underside of my shaft and when she reached my balls, she began to gently suck them... taking them in her mouth one at a time, her tongue dancing in swirls around them... a little more pre-cum escaped my hardened self...

While her mouth worked miracles on my balls, her right hand was working my shaft and her left hand was helping her keep her balance... I moaned... she had me in her complete control... I didn't know I could get that hard anymore... I didn't know I could be filled with that much burning desire anymore... I'd been with the same girlfriend for over five years... my little lover knew this long before this play of desire had begun... yet, that's what else made this so good, it was forbidden in a way... I was spoken for... but God how we wanted each other...

A number of times my little lover brought me to the brink of cumming and numerous times she would stop just short of sending me over the edge... the torture was almost unbearable... 

Her mouth and her hand worked together up and down and up and down... I could feel myself racing to the edge and as if she sensed it was well... she'd slow down, sending me reeling again... then she worked me back up all over again...

"Now then my love, show me how to make you cum... show me what you like..." she whispered and she looked me in the eyes, her hand still working my dick...

I placed my hand over hers and showed her how hard and how fast to stroke me... I kept my hand over hers and we kept stroking and stroking...

"Oh sweet Jesus... oh God... oh fuck... oh fuck... I'm gonna cum... Uuunnnnnnhhhhh..."

What a sweet release it was when I finally came... her hand still working with mine until every last bit had been released from my dick...

"How was that lover? Was it what you'd hoped for tonight" she teased.

"Oh fuck yeah... it was waaaaaaaaayyyyy beyond what I'd even thought of for tonight." I answered as I pulled her to me for a long deep kiss... "May I return the oral favor?" I sweetly inquired between kisses.

"No... that was something I did just for you... now, let's get you cleaned up and see if we can't still get some rest."

It wasn't until we started to clean up that I realized just how strongly she'd made me cum... it travelled up my stomach, across my chest, and ran down the back of my left shoulder. It had even gotten on the wall of the bed compartment a little.

I looked at the clock and realized we'd been stopped for almost four hours. It was definately time to hit the road again... no time to rest now. We grabbed some breakfast and headed back to drop her off at home.

I think she's over the larger part of her fear now... I know one thing for sure... that's one truck ride she'll never forget... then again, neither will I.



On the Road



They were on our way to our first "Special Friends" get together. After 20 years of happy marriage, they were finally exploring his bisexuality. This was their first time. He, of course, was deliriously happy about it. She less so, but willing to check it out.

"What do you think is going to happen tonight, she asked?"

"I really don't have any expectations other than we enjoy ourselves, I replied, but I can think of some things that I'd LIKE to happen."

I bet! she thought. Then she thought about it. Well, we're going down to check out a swinger's club after all.

"Tell me about it," she said.

"I'd really like to find another couple just like us, Biguy and his Dominate straight wife who like to play kinky games like we do."

"And if we do?"

"I'd like to hook up with the guy and his wife. Maybe bring them back to our hotel room where you could watch if you like and get turned on."

"Then what?"

"Both her husband and I would submit to whatever she wanted to happen. She'd probably want us both stripped and in bondage so she could control us. Then she could spank us, make us suck each other's cocks, lick her pussy and ass, suck both her tits at the same time, fuck us with a strap-on, whatever turned her on. I'm sure she'd invite you to jump in wherever you wanted."

She started to think about it. In spite of her fears, she started to get a little wet. She'd cum before thinking about her man getting fucked while sucking on her pussy. What difference if it was a woman or a man fucking him? Would it turn her on to have him suck her pussy after sucking a guy's cock? Wow! Maybe so.

He continued. "You know I shaved my balls and a lot of my pubic hair? I figure it's only polite."

That realization hit her. She was sort of hoping that the club would be a bust and he'd "get it out of his system". At the same time, she knew that a person's sexuality was what it was. If gays needed other men and lesbians needed other women to enjoy sex, why did she think that a bisexual person could do only one or the other sex exclusively? No, it had to be that bis needed both from time to time. Nothing wrong with that, right? But this was her husband of twenty years! Even though it had been a few years since he had come out to her, she never let it be real to her. It was always a fantasy that may never happen. Guess not, she quietly thought.

It wasn't that she didn't love him or trust him. Neither of those things were ever in question except during her most paranoid thoughts. No, no worries there. She just needed to wrap her head around the plain fact that this is what he was now. This is what THEY were now. It alternately scared the crap out of her and excited her. They have been using a bisexual guy in their threesome fantasies for years. It was VERY hot sex play.

In her heart, the fears were just fears, she knew. Naughty and nasty were positive fun things, but doing them with someone other than her mate? The great unknown... Deep down, she knew that she needed to let herself go fully and try her best to enjoy the experience.

But what if she DID enjoy it? What then?

He interrupted her day dreaming.

"Did you know that for every married biguy with a straight wife, there are probably 20-30 married bi or bi-curious wives with a straight husband?"

How do you know that?, she said.

"I've spent a LOT of time on the web trying to figure this out, that's how. A fair number of couples are both bi or bi-curious, but nowhere near the biFem/Str8Male numbers. The bi-guy/str8 wife seems to be the rarest of all. Figures..., 'normal' ain't really in my vocabulary anyway. Why should I be normally kinky?"

She could easily see that. Our so-called culture is far more accepting of girl on girl, especially if there's a man-a husband in fact- involved in the equation. Hey, that's just a menage å trois. More of that going on than anyone will admit. Come to think of it, boy-girl-boy where the girl was the focus of both boys was downright HOT! Two cocks, two mouth, and four hands to pleasure her... oh yeah! But think about it where the boys are focused as much on themselves as the girl and somehow, it got dirty. Made no sense, but there it was. Culture didn't exactly equate to cultured. 

"So... you don't think we'll actually find a couple like that?"

He shrugged. "Hard to say, but the odds would seem to be against it. We live in hope."

Hmmm, at least one of us does- no, I've got to stay open to this- we'll see, she thought.

It was a long drive from their rural home to the city where the party was happening. 

After awhile she spoke up again. "Keep me in the mood here. Tell me one of your fantasies."

Wow! He thought. He didn't want to scare her off with some of the hottest things he could think of, but then again she asked, so... He thought he'd better tread the line between 'Full Disclosure' and 'Taking it slow and easy'.

"OK", he began. "Maybe something like this."

After spending some time getting to know one another at the Special Friends party, they left with Jack & Terri and followed them to their home in the suburbs. We'd spent enough time getting to know them and talking through all the required stuff about STDs, history, etc.

The couple were about our age and both were bi. This concerned Kathy at first, but Terri assured her that she wasn't at all aggressive and nothing would happen that Kathy didn't want to happen. 

Fair enough, thought Kathy.

For the most part, Terri was dominate to Jack's submissive during sex play. Those were Bob&Kathy's preferred roles as well and they were both looking to see how the other couple played and try playing together. Terri had some ideas about what she'd like to see the 'boys' do to each other, to her and to Kathy if Kathy got into it.

"I'd like to fuck them both with my strap-on", said Terri, "but getting them cleaned out first would take too much time tonight. If we have a whole day to play sometime, I'll show you how I make Jack take enemas and keep his ass good and red on the outside too. Then I'll fuck him good while he sucks your pussy and Bob's cock. He's an excellent pussy eater, by the way."

Kathy could start to feel herself get a little moist.

"If you want", Terri continued. "You could bring Bob's enema gear over and we could clean them both out together. That would be hot! Maybe even tie them up in a 69 while we fill them up and spank their asses. Blindfolded, of course, so they wouldn't know who was doing what to whom. My, my, my, that would be FUN! Maybe some other time."

We arrived at their home and Jack mixed up some drinks. Terri went into their bedroom and came out wearing a kimono. She was naked underneath.

"Jack", she said, take Bob into our playroom, both of you strip, put cuffs on your wrists and ankles, collars on your necks, and bring me some toys. You know what I want." Jack hesitated just a minute and said, "Yes ,ma'am. Come on Bob, we need to get ready for the girls fun." 

Bob looked over at Kathy. Her eyes were shining and she fidgeted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. 

"Get going" she said to Bob, "I want to see this."

While the boys retired to strip, Terri turned to Kathy smiling. 

"I knew you'd like to see me Domme them both" Just sit back and enjoy it. If you want to try something, join in, or ask questions, feel free" "If you want to get more comfortable, you can use our bedroom to change. It'll take them a few minutes to get ready for us."

Kathy snatched up her bag and headed into Terri's bedroom to change into her new robe. Might as well make it easy to get to my clit, she thought. That thought led her to take her mini vibrator along with her back to the main room. She just got seated comfortably with a fresh glass of wine when the "Boys" paraded back in. Both Bob & Jack were naked. They both had black collars on and cuffs on their wrists and ankles. Jack carried a lot of rope and binders.

to be continued...



On the Road



Usually, I-75 from Fort Lauderdale to Naples isn't a very exciting ride. But as my car sped along, passing Florida State Road 19 at around 75 mph, I was pretty fired up. Yeah, I noticed the hundred or so gators sunning themselves on the embankment that lines the interstate; that was different. However, the hormones that were coursing through me this day didn't have anything to do with being excited over cars, or mileage, or gators. The drive itself was a nuisance.

I had met her three years previously in a Literotica chat room. Gabriella was awesome! She was the first woman I ever talked to who lived close enough to make me think about cheating on my wife in real life. Being that she lived in Tampa, all I would really need was twelve hours free and clear to drive four hours there, meet Gaby, have lunch, fuck her until my balls turned blue and her pussy raw, then drive back to Fort Lauderdale. 

How hot was she? Oh, my God! When we first started chatting it was all very polite and complimentary. I'm not like some of those assholes, who (even in a chat room) are only "Wham", and "Slam, May I fuck you Ma'am!" God no! The first time we chatted was for two hours and certainly it was about sex and relationships, but mostly it involved getting to know each other. The second time was strictly about our marriages, how they were and how they should be. But the third time? We made a private room in digicrap and fucked and fucked and fucked some more! She had me so worked up that on the first orgasm, one rope of jizz literally struck me in the right cheek. I was spraying cum all over my keyboard! That was a fun mess to clean up.

"Gaby?" I asked her, "Do you and your husband have sex like this in real life?"

"I want to," she replied with a sigh. I could feel the melancholy coming right through the monitor.

"You mean, you don't?"

"Well, my hubby and I have only had sex one time in the the last three months."

"Are you shittin' me?" I really couldn't believe that. The guy had to be on drugs I thought...or an invalid.

"No," she said startling me, "he just doesn't want me"

Right then and there I made up my mind that I wanted her. If her husband didn't...then I did! When she showed me her picture, it only deepened this resolve. She was fucking beautiful! Raven dark hair, sensuous features, sweet figure with sexy full tits...and a sharp dresser to boot. "Her husband's out of his gourd!" I thought...but I kept that judgmental opinion to myself.

Good Lord, did we have fun one time! I've never tried to describe a cyber-sexual encounter in a short story before, but this one was so good I'm gonna take a crack at it. 

"Nathan?" she said one day, starting out quite nonchalantly. "I need to ask you something, okay?"

"Of course, Beautiful! We never hide anything from each other do we?"

"Do you want me really bad?" 

I had to chuckle, "Does the wind blow, Gaby? Seriously, Babe...you have no idea what you do to me?"

"What do I do to you, Nathan?" 

I stared at the words on the computer screen. This woman didn't know I would have driven across the country for her. "You make my blood boil, Babe! You make it hard for me to breath! I want that beautiful ass of yours so bad, I could jump through the screen!"

Immediately there was that smiley face; :-) and then a long pause. "Funny you should mention that," I wondered what she meant, until she typed, "but I need you to take my ass and fuck it, Nathan!"

Now it was my turn to pause, "OMG! Gaby! Really? You want me to take my hard dick and slip it into that cute, little asshole?" 

She giggled and snuggled up close in cyber-space. Her hand slipped down the front of my shorts and she cupped my balls, tickling them until I gasped with pleasure! She laid her head on my chest and her eyes sneaked a look into mine. When I caught her expression, she leaned up and whispered into my ear, "I'm your whore, aren't I? Aren't I your dirty little girl that you need to fuck until your satisfied?"

"Ohhh, hell yesss, Gaby! And I think my beautiful slut girl should be fucked by my cock in her ass, too...if she wants it! Do you want it, Baby?"

Gabriella answered with a groan and squeezed my balls tighter. Then she slid her hand up my shaft, dragging her palm hard against the velvety skin. Her lips dropped to my nipple and she sucked the left one in, nipping at it with her teeth and jacking my cock in time to her biting! Gasping through clenched lips, I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her mouth off my nipple and then I kissed her savagely, rolling over with her on top and spreading her ass cheeks with my fingertips!

Gaby's tongue drove down my throat when she felt a fingertip poking at her anus, and she ground her mound against my pubic bone, humping it hotly and moaning into our kiss! "You gonna do it, Nate?" she whispered, murmuring into my mouth while trying to suck my tongue. "You ready to give your slutty, little whore what she wants?"

That beautiful hellcat broke the kiss then and pushed against the bed with her hands, sliding up my body and dragging her tits across my nipples. The whole scene was so erotic, and my cock was so hard, that it was painful to sit at the computer desk and keep the fantasy going. I wanted to jump in my car; hell, I wanted to beam over to Tampa and fuck the living shit out of this awesome chick! She was driving me completely bonkers with desire.

"Here," she typed, dragging a tit up to my mouth, "Suck this for me, I wanna see how hard my nipple can get with your mouth on it!" 

I groaned out loud and sucked in that fat teat and as much of her boob as I could! Gaby was groaning and crying out and yanking at my hair as I worked on her nipple and when I pushed a finger in her ass again, she said she was about to cum! "Ohh, FUUCK!!" she screamed, "Mmm...Oooh...Mmm...I love that; I wish you could fuck me there for real!"

I was seriously jacking my cock now, and when I typed that I wanted her to ride it, she said she would...but only if I kept fingering her ass; a one-on-one kind of DP. She slid her ass back until her cunt impaled itself on my pole and I pushed my forefinger a little deeper into her anus to match it. When I started a quick fucking motion, Gaby reached down and began frigging her clit for real, which she told me. This was such a hot image that I had to slow down or I would have shot a load all over the keyboard; and I didn't want to cum just yet!

Gaby was banging back onto my cock and her tits were swinging against my chest as she rode my dick and fingers right to the edge. "Oh, my God, Nathan...OHH MYYY GODDD, You're gonna make me cum! SHIT! OHH SHIITTT! Fuck your little slut, I'mm...Oooh Gawwdd, I'm cummmmmingggg!"

And that's when I lost it. I think it was the hardest orgasm I ever had in a cyber-sex! Good thing I blocked the ropes of cum with my hand because who knows where they would have gone. Neither one of us typed anything for at least two minutes, and then she said, "Oh God! That was so fucking good!"

And that was just the start of it! When Gabriella and I got together in chat, we hardly even talked...we just started cyber-fucking as soon as we could get a room together! She wanted to be my slut whore; and I let her! Quite often, when our spouses were around, we would work each other up into a lather, and then flash out of there because either her husband or my wife would interrupt us. More than once...when Gaby flashed out, my prick would be glistening with pre-cum and I'd go find my wife and say, "Honey? Look! I think this needs some serious sucking!" Then my wife would drop to her knees and grab my rod and hungrily slurp it into her mouth and finish me off...and I'd be dreaming it was Gaby! And just as often, I would be fucking my wife but visualizing Gabriella taking it up her sweet cunt!

I almost didn't believe her, the day I asked if we could meet...and she said yes! In the summer, the wife usually went away for at least one long weekend with her girlfriends. I thought it would be the perfect time for Gaby and me to meet at one of her local hotels and see if we could match for real what we had been enjoying in cyber-space. God, was I excited...she agreed!

So there I was, just about halfway from Ft. Myers to Tampa. I was so glad for cruise control. If it weren't for that, there would have no way to avoid a speeding ticket for going 30 mph over the limit; I was that worked up!

Oh, my God! When we finally met at the Bennigan's for lunch, I was stunned! The picture in the yahoo profile of her had been so beautiful, but in reality? I'll say it again...OH, MY GOD IN HEAVEN! This woman was fucking hot! We sat at the table and I just looked at her. She met my gaze for a full minute, but then got shy and her eyes dropped.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Babe?" I asked, touching her hand that was resting on the table. "I don't mean too; I just can't believe my eyes!"

She giggled and looked up again, "You like what you see, Nathan?" I chuckled too, being pretty sure I had this I-wanna-fuck-this-gorgeous-creature look on my face, because when she saw it she continued, "You want me, don't you!" It was a statement, not a question.

"Damn!" I said, shaking my head slowly, "It would have been worth it to come all this way just to kiss you, Gaby! Can I have that body too?"

Gabriella's look was sultry (almost smoldering) as she replied, "Of course! I'm your whore...your slut...aren't I?" I almost fainted away!

"We gotta get outta here," I was hard already, right under the table; Gaby laid her hand on my thigh and tickled it with her nail. I leaned toward her and whispered. "You need a good fuck, don't you, you slut!"

Gaby smiled crookedly; it was painfully clear that she did. "Oh, God...I haven't had sex in over a month!"

Well, I'm gonna give your pussy just what it needs; and as much as it wants!"  

Gaby's hand squeezed my knee and our food arrived. We spent the next hour enjoying our lunch and jacking up the electricity. It was unbelievable how filthy the talk got! Gabriella was the first woman I'd ever talked to who seemed to enjoy the verbal sparring more than me. At one point I asked her, "Tell me, do you like to ride a cock when it's in your ass?"

She half-closed her eyes and said, "Oh, my God, Nathan...do we have to finish this lunch?"

I chuckled, half nervously. "How much time do we have?"

"I've got to be home by 6:00. We have friends coming over."

"If I shoot a load of cum in that pretty, little cunt...and then another load in that sexy tush...do you promise you'll leave it in there during your party tonight?"

Gaby groaned audibly, her eyes closing tightly. "Don't say that!"

"Why not?" I replied, "You know you love it! My whore loves my cum! You probably would like me to shoot a third load down your throat, wouldn't you?" She grinned but said nothing; her eyes were still closed. "Here," I continued, "touch my cock!" I took her hand and guided it under the table. She was trembling, but she let me do it. 

When she touched my sex for the first time ever, her eyes snapped open! They flashed and burned at me with the kind of fire that men don't see all that often enough. I couldn't wait any longer, "C'mon, Babe; we have to get out of here now!" I didn't even wait for the bill...I threw $50 on the table and guided her outside.

Walking briskly to her car together, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"I've got a room at that Holiday Inn over there," I said pointing down the street about half a block, "with a king-size bed and some champagne, and a few other items."

Gabriella giggled and rubbed up against me; she grabbed my cock right through my pants and cooed, "Will this stay hard until we get there?"

"Probably," I laughed, "by the way, are you wet?" 

She leaned even closer, grinding her mound into the top of my thigh. "Definitely, Oh God...my pussy's ready for it!"

I grinned, handed her a key and said, "Room 315."

Turning on my heel, I practically ran the thirty or so steps to my car! Gaby got caught by a light and so I got to the room first and sat down on the bed. My mind was going a million images an hour and all of them were making me crazy on fire! We had been fuck buddies in the rooms of Literotica for so long I thought this day would never come. Yet here it was, and even better, she hadn't had sex in a month! 

Just as I kicked off my shoes, the door opened and she came in. She studied the room as if she were a visitor, not an honored guest! "You like the room, Babe?"

She turned to face me, "It's so nice, I'm just looking at it to remember it all; since we're never going to get together again."

"We're not?" This let some air out of the balloon. "What makes you say that?"

"Because...this once is going to be good, I can tell." Her eyes were doing that burning thing again. "But if we do it twice we'll never want to stop, and then eventually we'll get caught...and that can't happen."

She was right. I would never want to stop. Making up excuses to come to Tampa would be impossible. So I grinned at her, "This is easy, Babe; one of us has to move!"

We both laughed at that! Gaby climbed onto the bed with me; clothes, shoes and all, and I drew her into my arms. That first kiss was not tender! We'd been wanting each other in reality for so long! She was a great kisser too, the kind of kissing that makes you feel the hunger! We made out for a long time rolling around on the bed, stroking and fondling tits and asses and crotches...grabbing each other everywhere...tearing little yelps of passion from each other every time we touched another erogenous zone. 

Somehow or other the clothes started coming off. God, did she have beautiful skin! When I unbuttoned her blouse, her heaving cleavage was almost too much! I couldn't wait to take the blouse off, so I buried my face between those titties and the licking began. She was clutching my face to that bosom while I sucked at the fleshy curves. My tongue couldn't quite get inside the bra to lick a nipple, so I reached up with two hands and pulled her left tit out of the cup and slurped the rigid nipple into my mouth.

"Oh SHIT!" she gasped, and her head fell back as a new wave of heat slammed into her. "Ohhh, Goddd...keep sucking my tittie! Fuckkkk!" So I sucked the nipple hard and drew as much of her whole tit into my mouth as I could; her cries got shrill, "Aahhh... Godddd! Oohhhh!"

Reaching behind her as we lay on our sides, I worked her skirt up, pulled aside the thong and fingered her ass crack. Gabriella wriggled against my hand and I wasn't sure if it was my fingers in her butt or the chewing on her nipples that made her do it. At any rate, after a couple minutes of that she suddenly pushed me away, got up, and took off the rest of her clothes. God, she was in a hurry! I didn't even get to take in her whole body before she was on me.

She swung a leg over my head, facing my feet and lowered herself to my mouth. "Suck my ass, Nate...Quick! Suck my asshole!" I grabbed her thighs and pulled her farther down shoving my tongue as far up her ass as I could! "Uunnggggg... yesss!" she hissed. I saw her reach behind herself and spread her ass cheeks for more contact. "That's it! That's right, Baby! Fuck my ass with your tongue! Ooohh yeah!"

I got a little rhythm going then, sucking her whole ass for three or four seconds and then rimming her with the tip of my tongue for three or four more. Every ten seconds or so I'd stick it in her anus and then draw it out again and repeat. She sounded as if she were almost crying! I think she was frantically fingering her clit too because her hips were moving so and with that movement she almost started smothering me. Just as I thought I'd have to stop because I couldn't breathe, she screamed and came, shaking violently! 

Gaby sat down so hard on my face, I had to push her off and she rolled to the side. I turned around on the bed and got my face up close to hers, "That feel good, Babe? Did you cum hard there, you little whore!"

Her eyes were closed but she smiled, "Oh, God, yes!"

I caressed her arm for a moment, leaning in and kissing her lips softly. She was murmuring something (I couldn't tell what) so I whispered in her ear, "Get ready, Baby...get ready for my cock! I'm gonna fuck your hot cunt...and then I'm gonna fuck that sexy ass, too..just like I said!" I got up on my knees and held my erection by the base, shaking it at her. "Here," I demanded, "Suck this for me now, Slut! Suck my fuckin' cock for me!"

The words inflamed her and she got up on an elbow, took my shaft and slid her lips around it, tonguing down the soft underside as it sank deep inside! Damn did that ever feel good! I let her go at it for a bit while I reached up and pinched my nipples, tugging them away from my chest. 

She worked her mouth gently at the beginning, but after about a minute her slipsliding got progressively more aggressive, strings of saliva were everywhere, and she was jacking at the shaft and sucking the head hard. I was murmuring myself at the start, but soon she had me gasping and yelling and urging her, "Ohhh Fuck yeah! That's it you fuckin' bitch...Oh, my Goddd...yess! Suck my fuckin' cock, you dirty little whore!"

She would have let me shoot a load down her throat, I'm sure; but that's not the way I wanted my first orgasm to go down. So just as I felt the first twitch of a cum, I pulled away, my dick popping out of her mouth. She rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand and said, "Almost had you there, didn't I!"

I was half-chuckling, half-groaning, "God, you're good!"

"I thought you said you wanted to shoot a load in my mouth"

"I do," I replied, breathing hard, "and I'm gonna! But first I need to fuck your pussy; I wanna see who cums first when I do that! I bet it'll be you, cuz you're such a slut!"

Gaby giggled and got up on her hands and knees spreading her legs wide! She looked over her shoulder and giggled even more when she saw my eyes get even wider looking at her wet pussy! "Don't just sit there, Nate!" she teased, "my pussy is really hungry and needs a cock to fill it up!"

I stood up and got behind her as quick as I could. Gabriella was giggling non-stop, but her face was flushed and I noticed she was covered with chill bumps watching me. She squeezed her left tit and rolled the nipple as it squirted out from between her fingers. I frigged her slit for a moment and then slapped her ass with a couple of stingers! She loved it!

When I slipped my hard dick into her cunt, she cried out, "OH GOD! YESS! Oh, my Goddd...." Almost immediately she started pushing back against me to get it deeper. I tried to keep it slow, but it was no use; I grabbed her hips, pulled her onto my pole, then withdrew all the way out! Then again...and again...harder, faster, fucking and fucking... groaning and fucking! 

Gaby was reaching between her legs with one hand and even though the contest was forgotten, her ass stiffened, her back arched and she came with a guttural groan. I couldn't stop banging her though! I couldn't stop! "Ohhh Goddd! Ohhh Fuuuckkk! I'm gonna cum too Babe! Ohhhh... Get ready, it's cumminggg!"

I blew a load in her cunt, yelling out with each spasm! Just as the contractions seemed to be stopping, Gaby fell off my cock onto her tummy and rolled over. She grabbed at my arm and pulled me down on top of her, cum dripping off my cock! We kissed hard and this time her fingers invaded my asscrack and she rimmed my anus!

"Ooohhh," I moaned into her mouth, "you fuckin' hottie! You love asses don't you!" 

I was nibbling her bottom lip when she replied, "You're going to do my ass next, Nathan? You promised!"

Between our stomachs I felt my erection growing again. I think she had her finger in my ass up to the first knuckle and I spread my legs so she she could push in even farther! It felt so damn good that I could hardly answer, "Fucckk! Yesss!" I managed to whisper hoarsely.




On the Road



Gaby pulled her finger out and then she slapped my ass! Three times! Then she rolled me over and reached for my cock...slipping it into her mouth to get me completely hard again. She didn't seem to mind that it was still slick with a combination of my cum and her pussy juices. And the way she sucked it, well... it was completely hard again in no time!

When she had it sucked clean, she stopped and looked around the room. Do you see my purse, Nathan? I have some lube in it, hurry and find it, I can't wait anymore!

I got her lube and she got back up on all fours with her knees on the edge of the bed! Her slit was glistening wet and her ass was soaked with her pussy juice. I figured more lube couldn't hurt and I doused her crack and asshole liberally. 

Gaby inhaled with a hissing sound when I took my dick by the base and started slapping her asshole with it! "Oh, Ohhh Nate...don't tease me...put it in me!" 

"Help me Baby, I don't want to hurt you!"

Gaby could hardly talk now she was so aroused, "Just go slow and it'll be fine."

I eased the head of my cock into her ass a little and she pushed back against it. I was so fucking hard that it didn't seem like it would be a problem. Pushing in some more, she yelped and surprisingly, my shaft slipped past the inner ring very easily! It had to have been all the lube.

She gasped and whimpered and then groaned, "Ohh Goddd...it hurts, just hold still a second." I did and she slowly started rocking back against my dick. It was a slow in and out at first, but when the lube spread itself out more evenly, all of a sudden...the tightness felt unbelievably good! 

"Ohhh FUCKKK, Gaby! There it is Babe! Oh Fuck yeah!!"

My beautiful lover felt it too, and once more our passion for each other began to build. I saw Gaby reach up, grab at her tit and mash it against her chest. "Ohh, Fuck! Mmm...Oh, FucK! Ooohhh!" was all she could murmur, over and over! It didn't get quite as physical as before, but she was so damn tight...and it felt so fucking good!

Then she reached for her clit again; I saw her arm working under her, "Ahhhhh... yesss! Mmm...mmm...ummmmm!" The orgasm must have been awesome with as animalistic as she sounded! And then...my orgasm rushed up at me, caught me completely by surprise! I yelled too, "OHH, MY FUCKIN'...OHHH GODDD!" and then it slammed my hard! I had never felt anything like that in my life! 

We layed there for another hour, holding each other...kissing, talking...there were even a few tears. I stroked her tenderly and called her sweet names, and then she had to leave! It was the best sex ever, by far! As she was (it looked quite reluctantly)going out the door, I said, "Hey Beautiful, I didn't even get to do it in your mouth!" 

We both giggled together and then she came flying back into my arms! "Thank you, Nathan, I'll never forget this!"

I touched her face, "See you in Literotica, right?"

She smiled.



On the Road



After the last shovelful was put into place, Eve said one final goodbye, got into her mother's car, and took the first highway out of town.

She and her mother had planned this trip for months. The nurse would give her mother a final injection, make sure the pain meds were working, then head off for the night. Eve would sleep until the returning pain woke her mother up, then, in the long hour before she could inject the next shot, the two of them would plan.

Her mother had been what everyone called a "good woman." Every church service she was there, playing the old organ and leading the songs. Every church social she was there, carrying a dish, helping to clean up. Every school event that needed a volunteer, every sickness in town, every death. Then, when it was obvious that treatment wasn't helping that the "good woman" would die, no one came. Eve dropped out of high school, stopped cheerleading, stopped dating, stopped everything and learned the truth about this "good woman."

She had always wanted to travel but she was a responsible daughter, a dutiful wife, a caring single mother, a devoted member of the church. She was obsessed with every cheesy roadside attraction, every historical marker, but she had never been to see a single one that didn't exist outside a twenty mile radius of her home. Eve had learned a lesson between sixteen and seventeen that most people don't learn until they had children of their own: her mother had given up almost everything for her and for other people. She had learned the strength that had taken and she was humbled by it.

Her mother had learned something those two years as well. Her vivacious, beautiful daughter, the girl who was head cheerleader as a sophomore, who laughed at disapproving looks, who laughed at everything, the girl who had somehow come from her was never, ever, going to be the woman she, herself, had become. Eve had sacrificed her last two years of high school and her mother wanted to be sure that her child would have more than she had.

And now Eve found herself on a highway in the middle of Iowa, her mother's old Chevy convertible as fixed up as it ever would be, a few bags in the trunk and what money was left in the bank. She had maps and maps, marked and scribbled on in two different handwritings, and an itinerary that would take her from the Heartland to the coast and then all the way across the country again. If she was smart, if she was careful, she could make it and have some cash left over, something to start a new life with, far from a small town in the heart of Iowa that she vowed she would never see again.

And so it was with a certain sense of irony that she sat in the car, the hood popped up and the top popped down, and tried to figure out what to do next. She was sure she knew the problem, a water pump, possibly another sparkplug wire dying its painful death, but first there was the tow to arrange, which would cost money; the parts to buy, which would cost money; and the mechanic to hire, which, she laughed out loud, would cost money.

She pulled off her sunglasses and met her own eyes in the mirror, evaluating what she saw. The blonde hair was fairly new, she'd died it to match her mother's and she had to admit, it worked very well. A sandy blonde, touched with the sun and full of highlights. It made her brown eyes look better, set off her skin. Her face, that she could see a few flaws in, but as far as she knew, no one else ever had. She had learned to use that face to her advantage and dealing with doctors and lawyers had only strengthened that skill. There was an innocence in the large eyes, the fine nose and high cheekbones, and innocence the smile could shatter. Looking down, she inspected the rest of herself. Years of dance and gymnastics had sculpted a long, lean body, all legs and fine curves, topped off with breasts some girls liked to snicker weren't possibly real. Any girl who'd been in the locker room with her could argue otherwise. Once the bra was off, they settled nicely, swung with a weight that begged to be touched. They weren't too large, something she was grateful for, just large enough. 

But she was still dressed in black from the funeral, an old dress of her mother's that did little for her form. She'd driven all night in it, stopping only for gas and if traffic on this backroad highway held true to its patterns, she should have just enough time to change before the next car came by.

Shoes, thigh highs, panties were quickly shimmied down, a short, pleated skirt pulled up. The bra was fine, but the dress went over the head, a tight, white t-shirt that barely reached the waistband of her skirt taking its place. As she packed the dress carefully away, pulling out low white tennis shoes and a tiny pair of panties, she thought twice and put the undies back in the bottom of the suitcase. The shoes went on, the trunk went down and she almost skipped her way back to the front of the car. The breeze on her shaved pussy was warm, the sun was bright, and she had a plan.

She was about to scream in frustration when the sound of a truck reached her ears, bringing a smile to her face. Standing and watching, the smile grew even more when the truck popped over the hill. A tow truck. Her luck was improving.

She stepped close to the side of the road and jumped up and down, waving her arms, making sure there was no way she could be missed, not that she was too worried. But the jumping had always done interesting things to her anatomy and watching the stands at the games had taught her that it was the quickest way to get attention onto her when she wanted it. The tow truck began slowing immediately, the gears roughly downshifted, until it shuddered to a halt on the shoulder in front of her car.

The door creaked open and a tall man stepped out. He was in his fifties, she guessed, and had the build of a football coach, hard muscle covered with a touch of a paunch. His jeans were loose and stained with grease, his t-shirt smeared as well, but when he got close, she didn't smell any body odor beyond the musk brought on by the day and his hands were clean, even under the nails.

"Car trouble," the deep voice and the way he looked at her made her stomach flutter and he was even taller when he stood that close to her, not too close, but close enough to make her look up to meet his eyes.

"I think its the water pump again, do you think you could take a look?" she didn't play dumb or sultry, she straight lined it, but he looked her up and down all the same, his smile growing at what he saw.

Giving a nod, he moved to the front of the car, just brushing her with his arm as he passed by. She turned with him and leaned in as well, pointing out the parts as she named them, "The pump's been trouble for awhile now and the spark plug wires have been starting to go."

He nodded again and his arm brushed her chest for the second time as he reached for the plugs, giving the wires a shake and clucking his tongue, "Go and give it a try, let me hear what it does."

She headed back to the driver's seat, feeling his eyes on her, and slid in, obeying his instructions for ten minutes while he worked the engine.

"Miss," she slid out and trotted up, "I think you instincts are right, but I won't know until I've had a chance to get her up and look at her."

He jiggled some wires and she leaned in again, feeling the skirt raise up on the breeze, his hand freezing for a bare moment as it did. Eve kept her smile deep inside and threw her hair back, glancing over her shoulder with a slight frown, then biting her lower lip, "And that's going to cost me, isn't it."

The mechanic stared at her for a long moment, gauging her, and she met his stare. Then his hand touched the back of her thigh lightly and he smiled, just a touch, "Well, there's parts, labor, the tow," his hand slid up, reaching the bottom of her skirt, "It can get to be a bit expensive."

She had gone into this knowing what she planned to do, but the act itself was more intense that she imagined, her knees shaking somewhere inside, her own juices begin to coat the crease at the top of her thigh. She bit her lip again and then leaned subtly back into his hand, letting it ride up just a bit higher, until it nearly cupped the lower curve of her ass.

"I don't have much, is there anyway we could work something out?"

His smile grew and he pushed the palm of his hand against the fullness of her ass, moving the rest of himself a bit closer.

"I'll be blunt, Miss, cause I think we're thinking much the same thing," he cupped her chin with his other hand and lightly traced her full lips with his thumb, "This can get you the tow. Let me stroke this a bit," his hand moved between her thighs, feeling the wetness, barely touching her, "and I'll take care of the wires."

He leaned even closer, his mouth an inch from her ear, "And let me do more and I'll get this engine purring as much as you are right now."

Her own smile as she pushed against his hand, forcing his fingers into her wetness just a touch, was all the answer he needed.

She sat in the cab while he hooked her car and closed her eyes, her hands going under her skirt and lightly tracing her clit, teasing herself. Just doing this was excitement enough, but she wanted to keep herself at the edge. There was no guarantee, after all, that he'd be any good at it. Still, the way he had touched her, the feel of his hands had her hopes up. The door opened and she smiled with her eyes still closed, her hands still tickling herself.

"Now that's pretty," she opened her eyes just a touch and watched his smile as he crawled into the cab, settling behind the wheel and grabbing himself through his jeans, "Let's just sit for a moment and I'll watch you do that."

Her fingers grew more bold, but she kept her skirt low, giving him peeks and hints, saving the rest for later. He stroked himself carefully as well, his jeans still done up, then shook his head, starting the engine with a jerk, "Let's get to the garage before someone drives by. It's not a bad drive, you just keep doing that and it'll pass even quicker."

She wanted to spread her legs wide and slide her fingers inside herself, but she held back, keeping it to bare caresses, her skirt still down. It did make the time go quickly.

The garage was empty, the closed sign still up, and after he got her car inside, he left the sign that way, checking the locks before heading back to where she waited, leaning against the car door, her hands behind her, her heart pounding.

"Turn around," he pulled his shirt over his head, his chest whiter than his arms, but just as muscular as she thought it would be, his stomach a slight softness, the dark hair thick, "Lean over that door, little girl, let me get a look. What's you name? And how old are you? Gotta be careful sometimes."

She did as she was told, throwing her hair back, hands wide on the door frame, back slightly arched, "Eve. And I'm eighteen. You can check my ID if you like," she smiled over her shoulder, eyeing his crotch as he moved in.

He smiled in return, one hand repeating its slide up her leg, cupping her smooth mound, one finger sliding in between her wet lips and rubbing her clit. She shuddered and pushed back, "I'll trust ya, don't want to jinx this, do I. Damn, but you're smooth...and wet."

She moaned and twisted her hips slightly, bumping against him. She wanted to reach back and feel what he had, but he shook his head no and continued to work. His fingers were rough and large and they moved over her with practiced ease, teasing and parting her folds, barely touching a clit that felt like it was on fire, bringing her breath into pants, her skin flushing. His other hand slid beneath her shirt, cupping her left breast and giving it an experimental squeeze. His own moan signaled his approval and she smiled even more, desperate to give some of what she was getting, knowing that if she wanted it, she would have to follow his lead.

"Turn around, Eve, pull that skirt up, let me see," she obeyed languidly, her skirt rising slowly, until all of her was on display. He ran his hand over her again, then lifted her shirt, sliding her bra up and out of the way.

His mouth was hot, the whiskers that surrounded it quickly bringing a different sort of flush to her skin, but his tongue was perfect as it firmly rolled about her flesh, teasing her nipples until they stood tall, his teeth nibbling softly at the bottom curves. He was tall enough that he had bend down and push her back over the car door, his leg sliding between hers and giving her something to rub against.

The denim against her clit, the mouth that switched from one breast to the other was almost enough to set her over the edge, but when he slid a hand down her back, past her ass, one meaty finger sliding deep inside her with one firm push, she was forced over. Her head flew back and her hips took on a life of their own, grinding her whole body against him as wave after wave coursed through her, her mouth wide with a silent yell. He chuckled into her skin and fucked her firmly with his fingers through one orgasm, then, to her surprise, a second, before stepping away, leaving her smiling like a Cheshire cat and holding the car for support.

His smile was almost as broad and he motioned towards his own crotch, "That took care of the wires, but there's still the matter of the tow you owe me for."

She lowered herself gracefully to her knees, not bothering to fix her shirt or bra, and unzipped him, her eyes never leaving his. As her hand began to work its way inside his pants, she stopped and cocked her head to one side, "By the way, what's your name?"

He chuckled again, "Mark."

"Nice to meet you," and with that, her skin met flesh. He was hard and thick and she gave up on pulling him through the zipper, undoing the top button and sliding his pants down to just below his heavy balls. The sight that met her eyes pleased her anymore, his dick standing straight and tall, the head covered with precum. She darted a tongue out and took a taste, Mark's hips pumping slightly at the light touch. Again her tongue lapped lazily and this time he moaned, "Tease."

She gave him a reproachful glare then took a firm grasp and dove her mouth over him as quickly as he had slid his fingers inside of her. Her tongue pushed the vein, her lips were taut, and slowly and steadily she worked him in and out, stopping every so often to circle the head, her hand covering whatever her mouth didn't. His moans grew stronger and she could feel herself grow even wetter with every sound. Getting her feet underneath her, she raised herself up, sliding one of her own hands between her legs while the other kept her balance by holding him firmly, stroking and spreading the wetness her mouth left behind.

She could see his eyes close and his head drop back, one of his hands caressing her breasts while the other lightly touched her hair. Her own fingers slid inside of herself, then circled her clit, her mouth mimicking the motions on his cock. Then, as she could feel him drifting away from her, his mind only on the pleasure he was receiving, she took a deep breath and swallowed him even further. He could feel her throat muscles working, his dick farther in her mouth than he'd been in any other and he gasped and began pumping, taking her cue when she needed to breathe, reveling in the deep throating, his hand working both her breasts now. In a daze, he watched her hands working under her skirt, her hips pumping and with a yell, he let go, his cock all the way down her throat as he pumped shot after shot straight into her stomach.

She swallowed once or twice more, coaxing the last out of him, then stood up, leaning back against the car again, her own hands still working on herself.

"Damn," he whispered, then he dropped to his own knees, shoving her hand aside, and put his tongue to work where her fingers had been. She was sweet and salty, musky and clean, and he dove in, sucking first each side, then her clit into his mouth, fucking her with his tongue. She moaned and rubbed into his face, her legs shaking beside his head as he slid first one, then two fingers deep inside her. Just his fingers filled her completely, her coming orgasm gripping his hand tight, his tongue moving faster, more firmly. When she came, he doubled his efforts, determined to leave her exhausted, only wanting more.

Every inch of her body seemed to explode, her own screams echoing in the almost empty garage, her hands pinching her nipples hard, her hips slamming forward spastically. He slowed and she did, too, the last few waves washing over her, leaving her shirt drenched with sweat, her hair stuck to her cheeks. He stood then, and kissed her for the first time and she could taste herself on him just as he could taste himself on her. 

Stepping back, he smiled again, then grabbed both her legs and lifted them high, his arms sliding under and wrapping about her hips, picking her up. He moved quickly to the work table and laid her down, keeping his arms underneath her legs, her hips cocked up, her arms about his neck. He was surprised, damn surprised, at how fast he had recovered and he wasn't going to let any time be wasted.

Slowly, he began to enter her, every bit of self-control he had keeping him from simply slamming himself home. She was tight and hot and her eyes closed with the sensations as he went in one inch, then out, then two inches, then out, until he was completely inside her. He set a slow rhythm at first, but when she slid her hand back to her clit and began to stroke, her own hips meeting his, his tempo increased. The whole work bench began to shake, their cries mingling, until it seemed the world began to blur. All he could think of was the tight young thing below him, the way she met him thrust for the thrust, the way she called out wordlessly when he hit home.

He could feel his orgasm building and he pulled out, taking the time to work one nipple than the other. Quickly, he flipped her over, her chest against the rough wood, her ass in the air. He slid home again and she yelped, her hands grabbing the far edge for support. He reached around and fingered her clit again, gratified to feel yet another orgasm rock through her, her muscles clenching him so tight it almost hurt, until his own orgasm hit like a bull.

He bellowed and stilled, deep inside her, feeling her last few tremors wrap up and down his cock, milking him dry. Slowly, he let his weight fall forward on to her back and he smiled to see her smile up at him.

"That'll take care of the water pump. I'll see what else I can come up with to fix." 



On the Road



I have a new co-worker. We work tight deadlines, most weekends, and with too little time spent in one place. We're in the middle of working a Construction Expo in Charlotte, NC, long hours, lots of teasing, all through the day.

We just finished dinner at the hotel bar, where we drank some wine, and kept flirting, less and less subtly as the night wore on. Our hands would touch, as if by accident, until he finally touched my thigh in a way that couldn't be an accident, really.

My hand moves over his, as I debate with myself whether to move it off my leg. Instead, I touch it gently, and move if higher on my thigh, pulling up my skirt at the same time.

Our eyes meet, smiling.

He starts to knead his hand into my thigh as he asks the bartender for the check. He's barely audible as he asks, "you don't want dessert, do you?"

I look at him, and answer, "I do, but not here," a grin spreading across my face.

The hand on my leg clenches me as I shrug my shoulders and bite my bottom lip, my tongue darting out just enough for him to see it before I tuck it back in.

His hand moves to the small of my back as he guides me to the elevator. Our rooms are next to each other's at the end of the hallway, when we get to their doors, he looks at me smugly, asking "your place or mine?"

I answer quickly, "let's start in yours," as he opens the door and walks over to the bed.

He pulls me into his arms as he backs me onto the bed, pulling me underneath him as his mouth closes over mine and his hands glide under my cashmere sweater.

I mirror him running my hands under his shirt, then press myself against his chest as my hands find his waistband, sliding underneath it, teasing his ass, his cock, his balls, then his cock some more. 

As he feels my hands on his cock, he lifts my sweater above my head, unclasps my bra, and pulls it off. He kneads and tugs at my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. His head moves between them, licking, sucking, nibbling and kissing, seemingly everywhere, his chest against my belly as he sucks on my hard nipples.

I wrap my legs around his, entangled with him, he moves two pillows under my head. As he raises me onto them, he slides off my skirt, leaving me only in my black lacy g-string and heels.

After I fumble with his belt, he raises himself, slides his own pants down and takes off his shoes. His cock is rock hard and he straddles my chest, placing it against my lips. 

I look up at him, gently place my hands on his balls, cupping them, as my head moves over his cock, sucking him into me until I feel him against the back of my throat. He pulls back a little, and my nose nuzzles along his shaft, flicking my nose up gently, my tongue barely touches him, teasing him, until I get to the base, my hands around his shaft. I devour him, furiously licking and sucking that spot at the base of his cock, his with his balls on my chin. I keep licking and sucking, greedy for his taste. 

He runs his hands gently through my hair as I languidly roll my tongue around the base of his shaft, then tease his left ball into my mouth, pulling it in deeply, gently nibbling it, circling my tongue around it inside the sack. I suck it in hard, kissing it gently before I release it and move the right. My tongue rubs along the bottom of his right ball, bringing it toward my mouth as my hands dance up his shaft, squeezing it hard, then gently, as my tongue swirls it around my mouth. I suck on it eagerly, then my hands move up his shaft, my tongue flicking along the back of it, pretending he's an ice cream cone, as I slurp my vanilla dessert into my mouth.

When I'm back at the top of his cock, my tongue spends some time circling his ridge, my fingers just under it, squeezing the back. Then I move my mouth back of the tip, my tongue teases it, flicking over it, until I place my lips firmly on his cock and pull him in, my tongue grazing the back of his cock as I suck it deeply, steadily, further and further back.

I lightly scratch his balls my long red nails, then squeeze them gently as my mouth rides up and down his shaft, bobbing as he fucks my mouth. I move up and down, again, again, and again, his hands tight on my head, until I'm almost gagging. My hand grips his shaft, pumping him hard with my hands as my face moves over his cock.

I bend my head back a little to lick up the pre-cum, as my hands move to his ass, one hand on his balls, the other sneaking farther, probing gently, then going in deep. The back of his shaft glides along my tongue, flicking fiercely as my head moves up and down, one hand on his ass as he bucks his hips into my face. 

The hand on his balls can feel them fill as I push one finger into his ass, moving it in and out, pumping in time to my mouth bobbing over his cock. He tells me, "I can't hold out much longer, baby!"

I don't want him to. I want to taste him, and tell him so. My neck arches back as my tongue sticks out and he bucks hard against my mouth and my finger in his ass. I suck greedily at his cock as I feel his balls exploding. I lap up all of it, swallowing hard, licking, as he keeps spurting into my gaping mouth.

I squeeze his balls and push my finger deeper into his ass; I work it in and out as my head keeps bobbing over his spurting cock. He holds my head with his shaking hands. He's so tasty and produces so much, it leaks out of my mouth and drips down my chin, over my breasts. I lean in to him lick it all up, squeezing his balls, making sure I get every single drop until I sense he is spent. I breathe into his groin as my neck arches back, so happy, so full. 

He leans over and I offer him my mouth, full of his cum, and he leans over to kiss me, tasting himself on me. Our tongues dance.

He climbs off of me, then leans over me, covering me, fully. His hands move to my breasts, rubbing small circles over my nipples, sucking and nibbling until they grow hard in his mouth. He licks off the drops of his cum that have spilled on me.

Every time he squeezes his teeth over my nipples, shivers land in my pussy, there is a straight line of sensation. My bare pussy glides across his groin as his hands lift my other breast to his mouth. Then it lifts off, I'm shocked as he spanks my breasts, then follows his swats with a kiss. I'm writhing under him as he kisses the red skin of your other breast. His other hand circles the breast his mouth just vacated, lifting to spank it; again three times. He rapidly follows his spanks with a kiss to that very, now reddening spot, then circles both breasts with his hands, kneading them gently.

As he nuzzles his head between my breasts, I move my flimsy lacy thong to the side and find his cock, placing it against the opening of my pussy, grinding up into him as he plunges in deeply. I lift my hips to meet him, clenching my pussy to grab him. He is still alternating kneading, spanking, and kissing my breasts, and I'm alive with sensation, as his spanks are gentle enough not to hurt, yet strong enough to make me tingle as his cock bores into me, creating its own tunnel deep into me. 

My hands reach for his neck, pulling his face into mine as my hard nipples press against his chest. His balls slap against me as his whole body comes down on me, pressing into me as our tongues suck on each other. He grinds his cock deeper into my pussy, so deeply I groan; every thrust hitting my soft spongy spot, my legs pull him in, driving him toward me, pussy clenching hard, I draw his cock in as far as I can, holding him in, squeezing him tight, bucking my hips toward him, his body pressing down against my hard clit. 

I look up at him, tell him how badly I need to feel him cum inside of me. I tell him how much I want that slipperiness, how I want him to push so deeply into me he won't know how to go deeper.

He lifts himself up with my hands at my sides, draws back his hips, almost all the way out, and then slams hard down into me, again and again, until, once more, he pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in, harder and harder into my pussy until I can feel the tip of his cock bouncing against my cervix, pulsating into me, so hard. 

His balls buzzing as they slap against me, and my legs come even more tightly around his waist, heels on his ass as I pull him in, and he slams his hips against me, arching his back.

I bury a finger in his ass, pushing it in as he starts to cum, cum, and cum, his balls pumping cum through his shaft. As cock explodes into me pumping against me, I pull my finger out and push it back in, make a "come hither" motion with it, over his prostate, making his cock even more alive. As I feel his balls emptying into me, I keep clenching, and milking, one hand on his balls, squeezing, the other in his ass.

My legs move to his shoulders and I arch my back. He rolls my hips up off the bed, his fingers slide my string aside and his cock finds my ass, slick with cum, pushing slowly into my puckered rosebud, slowly feeling me open. His hands hold my ankles tightly, pressing them up, as he impales me on his cock. He pumps his cock in and out of my slick ass, pulling the swollen head almost all the way out as he pushes my ankles further up towards my head, and pumps in and out of my ass. He can feel my tight, slick ass pulsating around his cock as he leans against the backs of my legs and arches his back to push his cock in further, deeper, pumping his hips now, pumping his cock up my ass, his balls pressed against me.

He reaches down with one hand to massage my clit as he keeps bouncing his body against mine. His hands on my pussy, his cock in my ass, all this bouncing, is making me squirm. He looks at me, "cum with me baby, I want to fill your ass with my cum," he moans as my fingers intertwine with his against my pussy. I answer him quickly, "yes baby! Please! Fill me!" as I arch my back to push his cock in as deep as I can. He pulls out one more time, pinches my clit between his fingers, slamming himself back into my ass. He keeps driving deeper, as we both ooze wet sticky cum, everywhere. He grins down at me, spent, and pulls me up over him as he rolls onto his back.

I tuck my feet under his ass, nuzzle my face into his neck as his hands rub my back gently. He reaches down and tugs the blankets over us, teasing me with magical words "do you want to take a nap, baby, before we move to your room?"

I nod gently, drifting, wondering if he's kidding.



On The Road



The novelty of traveling had worn off quickly and over time he had resigned himself to nights alone in hotels, eating takeout food. He spent three weeks out of four on the road, and that aspect of his life had become quite tedious. The local nightlife here in suburban New Jersey was usually nothing to write home about either.

At the end of that particular workday, the branch employees had invited him to join them at a local pub to celebrate a coworker's birthday. It had actually been a pretty fun night – for once the bar had good live entertainment, the conversation was witty, the drinks flowed freely, and the women in attendance were particularly good looking. He had enjoyed himself immensely. But as with all things, the night was ending and they said their goodbyes as they walked to their cars.

One of the women, a gregarious blond with a pretty face and enormous boobs, fell in next to him as he walked toward his car. 

"I left my car at the office," she said. "Do you think you could give me a ride back?" Never one to deprive himself of good looking company, he immediately agreed. It was on the way to the hotel, but he would have driven out of his way to be alone with this beauty.

She was more looped than he was, so their small talk was interspersed with fits of giggling and laughter at his lame attempts at humor. As he drove, she rested her left hand on his right thigh, a rather intimate gesture from someone he barely knew. Her fingers even rubbed his leg, causing an immediate reaction in his nether regions. He pulled into the parking lot next to her car and turned off the ignition.

Wasting no time and without a word, she lifted her left hand, put it behind his head, and pulled his face to her, planting a long, deep, hungry kiss on him. Her tongue pushed insistently into his mouth and a moan rumbled up from her throat. Obviously anxious for something, her right hand had dropped to his crotch and her fingers explored his ever hardening manhood through his pants. Breaking the kiss, she gave an exasperated sigh and used both hands to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, reach into his boxers, and pull out his raging hardon. In a moment she had him fully in her mouth.

What she lacked in finesse she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Her head moved rapidly up and down, as if his was the last cock in existence and she wanted all of it at once. He didn't think it was possible for a woman to move her head that fast with a cock in her mouth, but she proved it could be done. 

Between the friction of her lips and her following hand, his orgasm came quickly. He always warned his partners – "Oh man, I'm cumming" – but she kept at it, so he rightly figured she wanted the final prize. As he began to spasm, she stopped her movements and kept her mouth around him as each spurt filled it, the excess running out of her lips and dribbling down his shaft. As his cock began to finally soften she lifted her mouth from it and swallowed the huge deposit he had made. With another long, lingering kiss, she smiled, opened the door, and left with a quick "Until next time...". He was left breathless at everything that had just happened.

Subsequent trips became much more interesting. The best part is that they both entered into this without any expectations of the other – they both liked sex, and they didn't play any silly games about commitment or love. Their respective mates didn't have to know about it; there were no repercussions, nothing beyond some no-strings, unattached, casual sex. He had come to appreciate the way East Coast women knew what they wanted and had no problem going after it.

On his next visit they had gone to the same bar, but as soon as they were back in the car her face was buried in his lap without even a nod to preparation. Another energetic blowjob, another load swallowed eagerly. Not many words, just oral sex. 

Each meeting took things a step further. On his next trip she met him for drinks at the hotel bar. There was even less pretension this time – they knew from the start where it was going, and just lubed the rails with some alcohol. 

They actually had more to drink than they had planned, and the thoughts of what both of them knew was going to happen added to the excitement of anticipation. They made small talk in the elevator and down the hall to his room. Once in the door they were all over each other, groping and rubbing and kissing, each hungry for the other. She was wearing a short skirt, and she slipped her shoes off then slid the skirt and her panties off in a flash. He wanted to finally see all of her, so he unzipped her sweater. She shrugged that off quickly unclasped her bra, adding that to the pile of clothes on the floor. He dropped his pants and boxers and ripped off his shirt. 

Her boobs were as glorious as he had imagined. These were the real thing, not the invention of some plastic surgeon. She was of an age that they stood upright on their own in spite of their size - he estimated that was a D cup - which made them all the more appealing. Almost perfectly round, they were pale in the room light, with nipples and aureoles just the right contrasting pink. He reached for them.

She was too anxious to waste time on foreplay. Taking his hands as he reached out, she pulled him back toward the bed until she fell backward into it, then slid herself up onto the pillows. Spreading her legs wide, she reached for him.

"There'll be time for all that later. Right now I need you to fuck me," she said.

He sought to oblige her wishes and knelt between her legs, and she grabbed his cock and guided it expertly into her already wet pussy. Burying himself in her, he immediately began pumping. He could feel his balls against her ass on every thrust, and her legs moved next him like pistons, pulling him in. He felt the smoothness of her thighs against his sides, the firm mountains of her breasts pressing into his chest, and heard her grunting and heavy breathing as they both approached orgasm. 

A whimper escaped her lips as she came and pressed her body tightly against his for several moments; he could feel the spasms of her orgasm around his cock. He started thrusting again, but just as he began to cum she whispered "Don't cum in me!" He pulled out and shot his hot load onto her stomach and those beautiful tits, then collapsed onto her chest.

When their breathing had returned to normal he got out of bed and fetched a towel, returning to wipe his cum from their bodies. Throwing the towel aside, he laid on his back as she lay next to him, her breast resting on his chest and her head on his shoulder. 

"That was just what I needed," she said.

"Mmm-hmmm," was his contented reply. "Yeah, that was nice."

"Sorry I made you pull out," she continued, "but the last thing I need is to get pregnant to someone else while I'm off the pill."

"No problem there. I had a vasectomy five years ago," he explained.

She raised her head and looked at his face. "So you're shooting blanks?" she asked.

"Yep. Completely sterile." She smiled and put her had back down on his shoulder.

She reached for the remote and turned on the TV, finding the soft core porn that some cable channels ran at night. Watching simulated sex after having just fucked like animals seemed silly, but the actors and actresses were reasonably convincing and quite attractive. 

"I like to watch this stuff sometimes. Maybe I can learn something new," she explained.

"You could teach them," he said with a chuckle. "I call these 'fake fuck films.' They're usually completely unconvincing, but this one is pretty good." She laughed at that name.

She absentmindedly toyed with his cock while they watched, and between that and the beautiful tits and ass on TV, she began to get a rise out of him again. She found herself breathing a bit heavier too. 

"Oh my," she said. "Are you ready again?" 

"Not quite yet," he replied, "but you're certainly getting me there." 

She lowered her head to his chest and watched his member grow harder as she stroked. Planting soft kissed on his torso, her head moved slowly down until she could again take him into her mouth. With the first session behind them and all the time in the world, she went much more slowly this time and gave him a long, luxuriant blowjob, caressing every inch of his cock with her lips and tongue. When she took her time like this she was actually pretty damn good. He didn't have to do anything, just lie back and enjoy the experience of watching her head move slowly up and down his shaft. His right hand rested on the back of her head as she sucked, and his left stroked her bare back. Within a few minutes he was fully hard again. 

Without a word she sat up, swung her right leg over him, and straddled his midsection while facing away from him in a reverse cowgirl position. Lifting her ass, she reached down to grab his shaft and guided it into her for a second go around. Leaning slightly forward with her hands on his calves, her eyes following the simulated action on the TV, she began to rise and fall on his cock, moving her ass up and down exquisitely as he watched himself moving in and out between the her shapely cheeks. 

Having cum so recently he lasted a long time, but neither of them was in a hurry and she moved slowly enough to keep things going quite nicely. Eventually his more basic instincts took over and he began thrusting more, meeting her ass as it fell repeatedly. He held her hips as her pace quickened, until with a final plunge he pushed into her and held as another orgasm washed over him. She pressed down on him as he spasmed and filled her up with his jizz. He could see a satisfied smile on her face as it reflected in the mirror next to the TV. She liked the knowledge that she turned men on.

His last trip left them both with a fond memory. This time they were saying goodbye as he was being transferred to another position and wouldn't be visiting that area again. Standing next to the car, wrapped in each other's arms with their lips locked together, they knew they had to make the most of the remaining time. "I wish we were someplace more private," she opined. "We've had lots of fun and I wanted to make this last time memorable."

"We don't need privacy," he explained. "There's no one else here, and at this hour there isn't going to be." Before she could say anything, he spun her around so she faced her car and gently pushed her forward against the fender. She was wearing a dress that night, so he hiked the skirt above her waist and slid her panties down to her knees. Reaching around with his left hand to finger her pussy, he used his right to awkwardly unbuckle he belt, unzip his pants, and push those and his boxers down until his throbbing shaft was free. 

Moving his left hand to her hip, he used his right to guide his Johnson toward her pussy, but she had quickly gotten into the action and reached between her legs to grab him and guide it the rest of the way. She bent forward more, leaning over the rear fender of her Nissan as he grasped her hips and began pumping her from behind. Her ass felt cool and smooth against him, and between that and the excitement of doing it in public he was ready to come quickly. He came so hard it actually hurt, each spasm like a sharp blow inside him. He had never come so hard or for so long, making this one of the most memorable fucks ever. They held in that position for several minutes until their breathing returned to normal, then rearranged their clothing. With a final lingering kiss they said good bye and parted for the last time. 

No regrets, just a lifetime of memories.



On The Road



We were halfway through a two-day drive when we had our excellent adventure. It was all Michelle's doing, really. I had expressed to her my general interest in voyeurism, and my specific desire to see her in action with another man. And she knew from previous discussions how much it excited me to watch her flirt with others. But she had never shown any inclination to act on this knowledge before. It was just our little secret, fodder for our fantasy play and the occasional inside joke. So I really didn't see it coming.

We had pulled off the highway and into a motel on the outskirts of a small city along our route. It had been a full day's worth of driving in the heat and traffic of midsummer. The plan was just to get some rest and get back on the road early the next day, but since we had made better time than we had expected that day it was only late afternoon when we checked in and hit our room. "Maybe we should get a drink after dinner," Michelle suggested. I gave a non-committal response. I was a tired after driving all day but Michelle pressed me a bit, saying it would be better than channel-surfing until we dozed off, and I conceded that she was probably right. We decided to take a quick shower and get going.

Now, Michelle is a naturally good-looking woman -- exceptionally so, although I admit that I am biased -- and she has an easy sense of style that allows her to look good in many things. She can get ready quickly, toss something on, and make it terrific. So she was soon ready to roll and looking great, as usual. But I was a little surprised (and pleased!) to see that she had chosen a rather revealing bright-print halter top and a fairly short mini-skirt. She was braless and with her beautiful breasts she always looks especially terrific whenever she goes without. "Wow! You planning on showing off for anyone in particular tonight?" I asked.

"Just for you, honey," she said, and we both shared a gentle laugh at her reference to my particular interest.

We had gotten sound advice from the front desk clerk. Dinner was good, and the hotel bar down the road had a pretty capable band, so it was filling up pretty quickly as the evening got underway. Michelle and I got settled into two seats at the bar and shortly after our drinks arrived I pushed back and excused myself to hit the facilities. "Don't be too long," she said.

I shot her a look of sudden interest. "Think you can behave yourself?" Her response was a playful: "I'll try ..." and we shared a parting grin. It actually did take me a little while to locate the restrooms and then I got detained trying to get past the television that was showing a ballgame. As I finally made my way back I noticed that Michelle was engaged in conversation with a guy who had taken the open seat next to her, so I just paused to watch the scene. She was animated and seemed to be interested in what he was saying, and she was just so beautiful and fascinating to watch as she talked and laughed and occasionally touched him on the forearm. When she lifted her glass and took a sip I noticed his eyes glide up and down her body, and I found myself excited to see this man taking the opportunity to check out my nice-looking wife.

I decided to take a few more moments and just watch what happened, finding an open spot and ordering a drink from a passing waitress. I was not close enough to hear them but I could see them quite clearly from my vantage point. They continued their pleasant conversation, and I noticed that she turned her body to face him more directly. When she did that she crossed her legs and he dropped his gaze to check her out once again. She continued to reach out to touch him lightly on occasion to emphasize a point, but now when she did so she would sometimes reach out to gently squeeze his arm.

He was a good-looking man, tall and well-built in a nice summer-weight suit, and I saw that on one occasion when she touched his shoulder she then trailed her fingers down his bicep and rested them ever so briefly there, giving him an almost imperceptible squeeze before dropping her hand back down to her own knee. I thought I saw them glance into each other's eyes for a moment, but I couldn't be sure. By this point my imagination was beginning to heat up, just as my pulse was rising. He then clearly looked down and commented on her ring, because she held up her left hand and he took it and examined her wedding ring, holding onto her hand for several moments as he pretended to inspect her ring. Something about that sent a jolt through me.

They exchanged a comment and then glanced around, apparently looking to see where I had disappeared off to. He then took a sip of his drink while Michelle continued to check out the crowd and then spotted me. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. I grinned back at her and raised my glass in salute. She then shot me a mock "aren't you naughty!" look over her own glass, and we both just grinned at each other for a moment, enjoying our strong bond across the crowded room.

He had said something to her, and she turned and leaned in close to hear him. When she did I noticed that he leaned over and his gaze darted down to look down her halter top. I suspected that it was not coincidental that Michelle just then had to reach back with one hand and rub the back of her neck, propping the other hand on her opposite hip. This caused her to arch her back, and she must have commented about the long drive because she closed her eyes and turned her head just then and rubbed the back of her neck and along her shoulders, taking her time and giving her neck a good long squeeze. I could see quite clearly that he took this opportunity to give her a long, hard look -- and he clearly liked what he saw, from the way his eyes shone and his tongue ran across his lips as he shifted in his seat. Her full, braless tits strained against the thin fabric of her top. Michelle can be incredibly sensual, and he was now awash in her sexual vibe. And so was I, of course -- I had gathered by now that this little show was for my benefit, and I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans.

I was pretty sure that his was, too, and Michelle finished up her neck massage by bending her head down and leaning forward, so that when she opened her eyes she must have been looking right into the crotch of his suit trousers. I let out a slight groan as she moistened her lips and looked up into his eyes. A hint of a smile played across her gorgeous features. I could feel her rising temperature and I just knew that she had seen something that interested her. She must have asked him a question because he then talked for a while as she took a drink and then considered him while he spoke. I could see her eyes running over his face and I knew that she was thinking about him. She had him talking, probably about himself, and she only occasionally spoke, following up with another question or comment.

As he rambled on she ran one hand through her hair, brushed her fingertips lightly over her own forearm several times, and then smoothed and straightened the hem of her skirt -- but instead of pulling it down, I noticed, she actually hiked it up a little! She gently rubbed her neck again and then let her fingertips trail down along the edge of her neckline, tracing a fingernail along the insides of her lovely breasts. Her skin tone is a beautiful light olive, and you could just see the lighter shade of her tan line along the enticing swell of her breast as she toyed with her neckline. I just grinned at what a hot little showoff she could be. She certainly knows just how to get men going!

She had my full attention and I continued to watch them intently. They shared a laugh and she reached out once again to touch his forearm lightly, this time dropping her hand after a moment or two and letting it fall onto his knee where he had propped one foot up on the base of her barstool. Michelle has a wonderful touch. Her fingertips traced the crease of the thin fabric of his pants for an inch or two up along his thigh and then slowly back down to his knee. I can only imagine just how erotic that light touch must have been for him. It was almost imperceptible visually, but I know my wife and I could almost feel it myself right across the room. I heard a slight groan of pleasure and then realized that it was my own! She apparently commented on the quality of his suit, because she then reached out and felt the fabric of his lapel, caressing first along one edge and then the other -- and I knew he could feel her fingers on his chest. He glanced up at her and their eyes met with an undeniable spark of acknowledgement of their mutual enjoyment.

She then must have complimented him on his tie, because she took it between her fingers and admired it, then ran her fingertips along the edge and down along its full length, sliding her fingers slowly right down to the end. As this happened all three of us -- but only the three of us in that room -- knew right at one moment that in a second or two, when her fingers reached the end of his tie where it dangled against the crotch of his trousers, she would be unobtrusively caressing the bulge of his cock. Her slender fingers slid down inexorably, but tantalizingly slowly.

I heard myself mutter "ohhh, Jesus!" as she finally ran the backs of her fingers across the taut fabric covering his straining cock. She slowly traced down the one side, then ran her other hand up along the other edge of his tie, brushing her fingertips back up over the now-visible outline of his stiff prick. She then smoothed it out and managed to caress him yet a third time! And just for good measure she trailed her fingertips along the inside of his thigh as she brought her hand back. I saw her look up, directly into his eyes, and say very slowly and clearly -- no doubt for my benefit -- "very nice."

He looked a little glassy-eyed. She had a mischievous little grin, and they both took a long drink. When he put his glass back down he must have asked her to dance, because they both rose and began to make their way to the dance floor. Michelle glanced around and then looked over at me. I smiled and gave her a big nod, and she flashed a sort of "wow!" look. All three of us were buzzing on excitement by that point.

He looked back and grabbed her hand and they found a spot on the crowded dance floor. I had to reposition myself slightly and had a little difficulty keeping them in sight, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. They danced two numbers and then the band struck up a slow, soulful song. Some of the dancers cleared away at that point and I got a better view. They were each a bit hesitant, but Michelle took the initiative and suggested that they stay and dance to this one as well. I moved into position to get a nice look as they moved in close and reached out for each other. They began to sway gently, in time to the sensual music. He held her close with one hand on the small of her back and the other holding her hand up close to her shoulder.

As they moved slowly, in time to the music, their bodies were pressing close together. She laid her head on his shoulder, and he nuzzled her hair. My own cock was rock-hard now as I watched him slide his hand lower along her back, dropping down to caress Michelle's fine ass. It was all I could do to keep from stroking myself as I noticed him moving his other hand to gently stroke the side of my wife's breast. My heart was racing and my breathing shallow and rapid while I watched this handsome stranger fondle my wife on the dance floor -- and saw her smile and push her hips forward to grind on his obvious bulge!

My head was buzzing and I saw her eyes open just a little to watch me as I approached them on the floor. I surreptitiously ran my fingertips over her ass, just below his, as I passed right behind her and continued on across the floor. I unobtrusively placed this note by her drink and strolled out of the bar and over to the elevators: "You are incredible! Give me ten minutes, then bring him on up if you want..."

That was just enough time to get upstairs and set up the video camera trained on the bed, then slip back down to the bar. Once she saw me again she leaned over and whispered to him, and I saw him raise his eyebrows, grin broadly and nod his head affirmatively. With that she reached out and took his hand and then led him over to the elevators, glancing back once in my direction with her wonderfully wicked grin...

To Be Continued...

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On The Road



I was out of town on for business and like any horny guy, I had set up something in advance. I had worked the net prior to leaving and had made contact with another married guy who enjoyed cock on the side.

His name was Bob and he was 37, about 6’2" and in great shape, I was very pleased with his smile as well as we met in the hotel restaurant for dinner. We kept the conversation on getting acquainted for a while, but we were able to talk sex after a bit. We talked about the joys of going both ways. This caused us to speed up the dinner and adjourn towards my room.

On the way up in the elevator, I glanced down to see his pants tenting nicely. We were the only ones in the elevator, so a reached over and gave his package a nice fondle. His cock was hard and sticking straight up.

He grinned at me. "I think that you’ll like it."

"I know I will." I said.

We exited the elevator and went to the room, after the door had closed and we had secured the locks, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. After getting over my surprise, I kissed back, enjoying his lips on mine, his tongue probing my mouth. 

"Let’s get naked." Bob said. We moved towards the bed and began stripping clothes. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed after I had removed my shirt, he stood in front of me. I reached up and fondled his hard cock through his pants. He moaned lowly. I undid his belt and pants and slide them down. I gazed at his cock as it filled the front of his briefs, it was as he had promised, nice sized and cut. I slide the band of his briefs down and moved my mouth forward to catch his cock as it popped free. I slide my mouth over the tip and ran my tongue over the slit. 

"Oh yeah," Bob moaned. 

I slid my tongue around the rim of the cock head, moving it over the glans as I circled it. I continued to take his cock deeper into my mouth, a slide his underwear and pants off. I then broke off and with both of us now naked, I had Bob lay back on the bed and climbed between his legs and continued working his cock. I ran my tongue up and down the bottom of his cock shaft, stopping to lick his balls. Bob moaned again and I gently took each ball in my mouth and sucked on each.

I then moved my mouth back to the top of the shaft and took it as deep as I could. I began sucking up and down on that shaft. It was great to have a cock in my mouth again. Bob was watching me with joy in his eyes, as I treated his manhood to a blowjob. We had talked about what we would do ahead of time. As Bob had cleared the evening we had several hours to play. 

I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping to give the tip some attention, licking around the rim of the cock head or tonguing the slit at the top. I also played with his balls. They were nice sized and I rolled them gently in my hands and even stopped my cock sucking to lick them and gently take them in my mouth. 

I moved my attention back to his cock and sucked up and down. I kept the pace up. Bob was soon moaning louder and murmuring in pleasure.

"Oh that’s good, I’m getting close here." Bob moaned.

I speed up the speed of my lips going up and down on the shaft and was rewarded with Bob’s going moaning even louder.

"I’m going to shoot!" Bob yelled. I sucked deep as his cock shot his semen into my mouth, over my tongue. I sucked on his cock until it was limp. I looked up at Bob’s face as he smiled at me.

"That was very good," he said.

I climbed up and lay next to him. He rolled to face me and gave me a kiss. "My turn."

Bob kissed me some move as he reached a hand down and slid it around my hard shaft. He squeezed and moved his hand up and down the shaft. Then he moved his head towards my cock and gave the tip a gentle kiss. The wetness of his mouth felt good around the tip. He moved his mouth down the shaft. I moaned with delight. Bob sucked on my cock and balls, giving them a wonderful treatment. He sucked me close to the brink of orgasm twice before finally bringing me off with a loud moan.

We lay next to each other on the bed for a while. Then Bob started kissing me with more passion. 

Bob broke the kiss. "Now how about my trying your ass?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask." I smiled. He rolled me to my back and climbed on top of my body. It was hot having his tongue in my mouth as I felt our cocks rise. Bob then moved off and reached for the lube. He rolled me over on my belly. I split my legs and he squirted some lube in between my ass cheeks. He worked a finger into my waiting asshole. Then a second finger, lubing my hole nicely.

"You ready for this?" Bob asked.

"Oh yeah, slide that cock in to the balls and fuck me." His fingering had me ready and my ass wanted his cock. 

Bob put some lube on his cock and rolled a condom on. I lifted my ass into the air on my knees and Bob got between my legs. He ran the tip of his cock up and down between my ass cheeks, stopping to run the tip in a circle around my rosebud. He slid two fingers in and the lined his cock head up with my rosebud. I felt a hand on my hip as he guided his erection to my asshole. I felt my hole open as the tip worked it’s way in. I loved the feeling as his shaft inched into me.

I heard Bob sigh with pleasure as he slowly worked his rod into my asshole. "Damn this is good, I love having cock deep in a willing asshole."

Soon he was in to the hilt and I felt his pubic hairs on my lubed ass cheeks. It was delightful to feel his full hard cock all the way in my ass. Bob took some slow stokes, pulling back slowly and sliding it in slowly. I felt good and told him to fuck away. Bob slowly picked up the pace. He varied his thrusts, giving me long slow strokes as well as fast and hard. He was giving me a nice long fuck. I loved his hands on my hips as well as his body pressed against me. Bob soon picked up a tempo that meant he was building to orgasm. I felt the pace and knew that if he did it just right, he could get me off too.

"Oh god, fuck me, fuck me good!" I moaned.

Bob fucked me faster and stronger, I felt the pleasure building in my cock. Bob was hitting my prostate just right. I was going to cum. With several more deep strokes, I felt the orgasm build. I moaned loud as my cock ejaculated. Bob groaned as thrust his erection in all the way and my sphincter tightened around his cock he exploded his load into the condom, we both collapsed on the bed.

We took a break for a bit. Then as Bob had a few more hours before he had to leave, we 69’d each other and he fucked me one more time. It was a great time. I had no trouble sleeping later.



On The Road



On this trip to Florida, we decide to venture toward the Keys. It is a beautiful day. The sky is a crystal clear azure. The sun is a rising ball of warmth and light. The east wind is cool and soft on our faces. The top is down on the convertible, and we are southbound on US1.

I sit behind the wheel, confidently relaxed. My khaki shorts and light t-shirt accenting the strength and power that my tall lean body holds. My left hand gently controls the car's direction, the fingers touching the steering wheel lightly while my elbow and upper-arm rest on the top of the driver's side door. My right arm is stretched out, hanging loosely on the top of the passenger seat, my fingers occasionally lifting themselves to touch your hair.

You sit hunched over in the passenger side of the car. You are happy to be here and content to sit in the car, but something about your body language tells me that you aren't as happy as you could be. Although you let me tousle your hair from time to time, you gaze pensively out your side of the car and have turned your hips slightly away from me. Your fine ass, always so happy to see me, is pushed hard into the seat and you are unusually still. I don't have to look into your steely gray-blue eyes to know that something is bothering you. Your body language, which I speak fluently, tells me volumes.

I know that whatever it is isn't important. You have totally different ways of expressing that to me. You let me know when there is a serious problem.

I wonder whether I should let you solve your problem on your own or offer my assistance. I want to help you whenever I can, but I don't want to pressure you if you want to be in your own thoughts for a while. Finally, my overwhelming need to keep your life a constant ray of sunshine wins my internal argument and I decide to intrude on your thoughts.

"Hey Princess?" I say, snapping you out of your reverie. Wherever you might have been, I see your attention zooming back into your face as you turn toward me, smile brightly, and then finally focus on me. The smile is, to me, very important because it means that you aren't mad at me and I am flushed with gratitude: Gratitude toward you for still being happy to hear my voice when I use my favorite nickname for you.

"Hmm?" You hum absently.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" I decided to go straight to the source of the problem. I can tell that you, in your recently conscious state, are still trying to piece the logic of your existence together. You wonder what made me ask you that. Then you realize that I must have been watching you. Then you think that I could tell that something was bothering you. I can see your thoughts as though they are flashing along on a marquee on your forehead. You briefly consider telling me that there was nothing wrong, but you see me looking at you knowingly and know that that won't work. You shrug and resign yourself to just tell me the truth. I watch these thoughts and smile. I love how we can be honest with each other no matter what. So far, truthfulness has served us well as you have never been disappointed with my reactions to your honesty.

"Well the truth is, I'm bored out of my mind right now." You look at me straight on and respond to my frankness with some of your own. You know that what you are saying is not exactly what I want to hear and my mouth turns slightly down from the wide smile I had a moment ago. "I mean, I'm glad that we're going to the Keys and all, it's just that I wish we could play right now." You look pointedly at the traffic we are experiencing. It is a busy two-lane road. "I didn't want to complain," you continue, "because there's not much you could do about it," you finish with an obviously exasperated gasp.

"Is that all?" I ask.

You start to nod and answer, but before any words escape your lips I am reaching over with my hand and grabbing you by the hair. I gently but firmly pull your lips toward mine. I kiss you briefly so that I can keep my eyes on the road. "I've got to drive. You kiss ME now," I say to you. You lean over to kiss me again and I pull my lips away from yours. "Not there," I point my fingers toward my cheek and say, "here." You have now scooted closer to me, your breasts straining against the seat belt. You kiss me gently for a long time on my cheek. I'm drunk on the feeling of you being so close to me. You finally let go of the kiss.

"Kiss me again," I whisper. You move toward my cheek and I say again, "Not there. Find some place else."

You nibble provocatively on my ear. My breathing starts to naturally increase but I fight it, doing my best to breathe deeply and slowly. You know this game I am playing with you. I am trying to pretend that this does not turn me on. I am trying to act as though you aren't there and there is nothing out of the ordinary going on. This is one of your favorite games. Your goal is to get me to lose control. My self-control is stronger than anyone else's you have ever met. You know that the only way for you to win is for you to turn up the heat. You kiss me in long sessions, sucking gently and then licking my skin in circles before sucking gently again.

You begin to wonder if you are giving me hickies. The thought of marking your man this way makes you feel all tingly inside and you begin to suck harder. Moving from the ears down to the neck and then, eventually, the shoulders, you picture how these marks will look on Monday when I am back at work and have to try and disguise them in my professional business attire. I'm trying hard not to notice that you are heading down my body toward that one place where I want to be kissed more than any other spot.

Your hands reach into my shirt, only to have your shoulders restrained by your seatbelt. With a frustrated "ugh" you unclip the buckle and are free. Now you are kissing my chest, playfully licking and biting the nipples. You don't have much farther to go.


Taking a page out of one of my notebooks, you decide to go straight from gentle to hard and surprise the hell out of me. You pull my shirt up strongly, unbuckle my shorts, unzip my fly, and pull my hardening cock into the open air. You dive into my lap, sucking on my dick as though it were manna from heaven, humming as you suck. The entire process, from seat belt to balls-deep, takes you less than five seconds. The victory is yours: I let out a deep sigh and my stomach muscles begin to twitch.

As my manhood grows in your loving mouth, your thoughts of victory ebb as I calmly signal and pass a car. You are working your mouth magic and I am still able to function quite well. Apart from my single sigh and about 2 seconds of twitching, I still haven't said a word, or reached down to touch you, or really given any indication that you are even there. I continue driving calmly as though I didn't have a beautiful woman's head buried in my lap. This both aggravates you and drives you to try and further turn me on.

At this point, my cock has reached its full size and you can no longer hold the entire thing in your mouth. Although you have been practicing deep throat since we met, you haven’t quite reached the point of taking the entire thing down into your throat so that your lips touch my balls. Actually, in this bent-over position, with your head fighting the steering wheel for space, you cannot get your throat to relax and open up at all. It is a little frustrating for you because you know that, for me, your PRACTICING deep throat is probably sexier than if you could actually do it. You wish that you could just use that as a weapon to break down the wall of my self-control but, alas, it is not meant to be right now. Your tongue swirls and your mind races, thinking up what else you can do to get my attention.

The solution comes to you after another two minutes of sucking. You try and twist yourself in your seat so that you have better throat placement, and end up on your knees in your seat with your ass pointed at the air. As soon as it is up there, the whipping wind lifts your sundress up and over, exposing your bottom to the side of the road. Your simple cotton thong doesn't hide much in this position. You reach back absently to pull your dress back down and stop. You realize that showing your ass to the world will either make me mad or turn me on – or both. Since you have to get my attention somehow, you decide to play this dangerous trump card. With your hand already reaching back, you decide to push the limit even further by grabbing your thong and pulling it down. You do this without letting up on the mad suction you are applying to my prick. You have to lift your knees a little (which points your ass even higher into the wind) and twist in your seat, but you eventually pull the panties all the way down and off past your pretty feet. You are thankful that you had been riding along without shoes. You have been going barefoot around me ever since you caught me staring at your cute toes. It has definitely paid off, as our lovemaking now often includes a foot massage and perhaps a little toe sucking which you find exhilarating.

With your panties now off, your arch your back so that your ass is pointing out of the car in a definite come-fuck-me way. You moan and sink even further into your arch, trying to get me to notice what you are doing.

I drive ahead resolutely.

You still can't decide whether or not I've even noticed that you are panty less (in truth, of course I know) so you decide to reach your hands up to steady yourself in my lap. You place your right hand roughly on my leg, bringing your thong with it. They are right next to your head and you can smell your own juices on them. The smell makes you even wetter than you were a moment ago. "How can he not be going crazy?" you think to yourself. You decide to make ABSOLUTELY SURE that I know what you are doing. Without looking up at my face (how can you really, you're still gobbling up my manhood), you bring your panties up toward my face. My only response is to inhale deeply, savoring the scent of your arousal.

Now you are sure. I know exactly what you are doing yet I still haven't broken down and given you any attention. You angrily toss your panties out the window, and unleash a great torrent of tongue swirling. I still give you no satisfaction.

Very soon, you hear the unmistakable sound of me slowing down. We must have come upon a slower car. "Will he pass them?" you wonder. "If he does, what about my ass that is sticking in the air?" You think about this for a minute. You are so worried about what you'll do and how I'll react, that it takes you a few seconds to realize that you have stopped sucking, licking, and swirling. Your warm mouth is simply holding my cock. You decide to go back to work. No matter what happens, you are going to continue with your oral ministrations because you know that it is still your best chance of breaking me.

Suddenly, I signal and begin to accelerate. I am passing the car and your wet snatch is pointed right at the driver of whatever vehicle is next to us. You are briefly concerned but are reminded not to let up on your blowjob by a release of pre-cum into your mouth. The warm saltiness is like food for you. Before you realize, my blinker is off and we are moving at an even speed again. You have no idea who we passed or what they saw.

You have now been sucking my dick for twenty minutes. Your jaw is beginning to hurt, but you don't dare let up because you can feel my cock growing extra-rigid – a sure sign that my orgasm is not far off now. I still have given no outward sign that I even know you are there. I have just driven forward as though this were a lazy Sunday drive. You hear the unmistakable sounds of me preparing to pass another car.

You take your right hand off my leg, lift it high into the air as though signaling someone, and then drop your fingers into your wet gash. You still don't know where we are, who we're about to pass, or what they might be able to see, but you begin to work your fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning all the harder as you do so. You were so intent upon bringing me to orgasm that you didn't realize quite how badly you needed something inside you. You forget all about the car, the wind, and the strangers and just begin to fuck yourself in time with the bobbing of your head.

My signal goes on, the car accelerates, and you are fucking yourself and sucking me where anyone could be watching you. The thought suddenly hits you and your pussy clenches tightly around your pulsing fingers. This triggers your first orgasm. Your knees go a little weak, but you hold on to my dick – seemingly with only the force of your suction. Your fingers continue to push in and out of your cunt when suddenly, to your great surprise, you hear a loud deep horn blast as we pass. The sound could only have come from a semi-truck. You mind forms the picture of some sweaty driver watching you finger yourself and suck my dick, and you shudder with another, stronger orgasm. This time, the orgasm is too much. Your whole body shakes, and you begin rocking back and forth on your knees. My dick slides almost its entire length in and out of your mouth - and that is just the push I need.

I explode into your mouth. A great torrent of cum comes gushing out of me in burst after burst. The first wave you hold easily in your cheeks. When the second burst comes, you are forced to take a breath and swallow hard. You like to enjoy the taste of my cum in your mouth for a while, but you don't want any to spill. You know I love it when you don't let a single drop escape. A third burst, and then a fourth. You have to swallow again. When you swallow, you squeeze my dick between your tongue and the roof of your mouth, extracting the last bit of juice that I can give. This you decide to hold onto for a second.

You take a deep breath through your nose and lift your head gently from my lap. As you do so, your fingers leave your pussy with a squishing sound.

You didn't realize just how sore you were. You have been bent over for so long, that your muscles ache as you stretch back over into your seat. Your head is lolled back as you dreamily play with the last ropes of my cum in your mouth. You only swish your tongue for a few more seconds. You enjoy the texture as it wraps around your tongue and coats your teeth. Then you swallow audibly. You are making yummy sounds and that loud gulp was purely for my satisfaction.

You look over at me and I still stare doggedly at the road ahead. I won't even glance in your direction with a smile. Although you have just enjoyed yourself immensely, you wish that you had been able to win the game. You look down at yourself. You are covered in sweat and you can see your juices running down your long, strong legs toward your cute, sexy feet. You begin to think for a moment that perhaps you aren't quite as sexy as you'd imagined. If I can resist you like this, maybe I don't find you attractive any more.

Suddenly I'm stopping the car. There is a hole in the tress up ahead and I'm pulling into it. You don't have long to dwell on your lack of sexual power over me because as soon as I stop the car behind some trees so that it is hidden from view, I am reaching over and grabbing you. You only notice for an instant how beautiful the beach is before you are being smothered in my kisses. Still silent, I reach over you and pull the lever that drops your seat. I lay you back and climb over the center console to cover your skin with mine. I am now kissing you all over. I don't miss a square inch of your face, neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, and stomach. I would love to kiss you lower but there is just no room in the car. I know just the remedy for that.

I open your car door and climb out. I place my hand out as though to help you out of the car but when you take it, I wrap my arms underneath you and lift you from the seat. You love being held in my powerful arms. You don't have long to enjoy it because I am simply carrying you to the trunk of the car where I lay you down in the sun, lift your legs over my shoulders, and drop to my knees to worship you. With your head back, you enjoy the gentle licking your labia are getting. You breathe deeply and your hands move up to rub your breasts and pinch your nipples gently. The sun and the wind and my tongue are doing wondrous things to you. It occurs to you that a moment ago, you were doubtful of your sexual power over me. That whole idea seems ridiculous with me praying at the altar of Kristi.

I run my hands over your body along with yours. Eventually our fingers find each other and intertwine. I squeeze your hand gently three times – a special non-verbal signal I give you every now and then to let you know how I feel about you – and continue to lap at your juices gently and lovingly. After several minutes of this, I can feel you start to move your hips around and push your pussy down on my outstretched tongue. This is my signal that you want something inside of you now and the timing couldn't be better; I have recovered from my earlier orgasm and am ready to fuck you.

I stand, and the car trunk has you at a perfect height. I bend over you again, planting kisses all over your body, working my way toward your face. I cover your entire face with delicate kisses before teasing your lips with mine. You reach your lips up to touch mine, and I kiss you back. At the exact instant that I stick my tongue into your mouth, I push my dick inside of your cunt. You exhale sharply and arch your back, pushing your hips toward mine. I know you want me deeper. I lift you up and pull you off the trunk a bit so that your ass and pussy are in mid-air. You spread your legs wide, and I plunge deep into you. You have had nothing but your fingers and my tongue inside you for a while, so the sudden depth takes you by surprise. It feels as though I have bottomed out and although I see you wince a tiny bit in pain, you grab my hips and pull me toward you again. Your beautiful smile tells me everything I am doing right so I begin to plunge in and out of you more rapidly. When I reach up and grab your hair, you close your eyes and smile even wider. This tells me you want it rough.

Your sundress has been pulled down past your breasts, but you are still wearing it around your waist. I reach up with both hands and tear it in two. I rip it completely off of you in several animalistic pulls and toss it into the water. Your sundress gone in shreds, your panties tossed out the window, you weren't wearing a bra today, and your sandals are in the front seat of the car. If someone were to come upon us right now, you would have absolutely no clothes with which you could cover yourself. The thought leaves you weak with pleasure. I continue to plunge in and out of you harder and harder. I growl and bite your breast. You whimper underneath me. I am now slamming into you so hard that the car is rocking back and forth on its shocks.

When your orgasm comes, it is one of the most intense of your life. Your pussy actually sprays all over us. It coats your legs and my groin and even my chest. You are rocking back and forth, your cunt sucking my cock just as your mouth had done earlier. My body starts to buck and shake. It won't be long now.

I lift you completely off the trunk. You have just come so hard that you are a rag doll in my arms. You can barely keep your arms wrapped around my neck. I continue to plunge into you mercilessly. You are done. You want to rest. Your pussy is getting red and sore. I keep fucking. I carry you out into the water until it is thigh deep on me. You can just feel it touching your toes. By this point, I'm simply lifting you up and dropping you down on my dick. You are too exhausted to argue or resist – or help. It's a good thing I'm ready to come, because my arms are getting tired.

When I come, I drop you hard onto my dick and thrust out my hips. My dick begins to pulse and I stand without moving shooting off inside you. You don't move either; you simply savor the feeling of owning me. When I am finished cumming my body begins to twitch and my arms give out. I help you slide gently to your feet and we stand together in the cool water, kissing and rubbing each other all over.




On The Road



Now that the sexual lust has been sated, you remember that not only are you naked, but you have no clothes to put on, either. I take off my shirt and hand it to you. It is still wet from where you squirted all over me, but it's better than nothing. We can drive along for a while – I don't need my shirt – until I find some place to buy you some replacement clothes. I eventually find a little shack on the side of the road where a sexy girl wearing a bikini is selling slutty dresses, but that is another story.



On the Road



It began with the car drive. Just the three of us. Your husband Mitch at the wheel, you and I in the back seat. I was sitting behind the driver. You were lying on your back across the rear seat, your head nestled in my lap.

My left hand was caressing your head - finger tips tracing through your thick soft hair. My right hand was free to explore your body and was doing just that. You wore a sun dress - one with buttons that ran the length from the short hemline up to the collar. All of these buttons within easy reach of my fingers. Mitch alternated his view between the road ahead and the rear view mirror which had been tilted to provide a partial teasing view of your stretched out body.

Your short dress exposed your bare legs and your knees were slightly bent. You could only imagine the view that truckers had as Mitch slowly passed them along the double highway. He seemed to pace our vehicle in such a way that overtaking the trucks took longer than expected - our vehicles aligned so they had a clear unobstructed view into the rear seat and along your beautiful bare legs.

You were uncertain whether they could see your panties or not. I was completely certain they soon would, because I was toying with your bottom button and you suspected I was contemplating slowly undoing each of these as we made our way towards the beach. All three of us were highly aroused. Mitch with a tantalizing view of something he had imagined many times in his mind's eye. You in anticipation of all the day might hold. My own arousal clearly evident to you - my cock fully swollen and pressing the back of your head. You moved your head from time to time, caressing me to an excruciating hardness.

I knew the drive took 90 minutes and I was savouring each of these. One hand wandered over your body - sometimes lightly touching your bare legs and at other times drifting across your still clothed body. Light touches at first - your skin beneath your dress barely registering my touch. I touched your face as well - brushing your bangs aside and tracing the contours of your face with my finger tips - looking into your eyes. Touching your cheeks. When my fingers approached your lips you would gently kiss them - I was resisting, with great difficulty, the urge to probe your mouth with my fingers. To feel the suction I knew you wished to apply.

There were ten buttons on this dress - each of them readily undone. I began with the bottom one. Undoing it and pulling your dress more open - exposing more of your legs. My hand then drifted upwards - moving slightly to caress your breast in passing - feeling your nipple beneath the single layer of the dress. I reached your neckline and toyed with the button there before undoing it as well. I traced the wider neckline now visible to me - Mitch glancing more frequently in the mirror.

Your body stirred - your arousal making you impatient. You drew your knees up higher and you swayed your legs back and forth - using this motion to further excite you.

I reached for your knees and parted them - allowing me to trace along the inside of your leg and down towards your covered pussy. I reached for another button and undid this as well. Your dress fell open further revealing white panties which I know you had worn for me. You knew I would see these when you dressed this morning. The foreplay had begun right then for you.

We passed another truck - lingeringly once again. You were unable to see the faces of the truckers but you knew they would be unable to resist glancing into the back seat at your stretched out form. You knew the image of your spread legs and unbuttoned dress and exposed underwear would stir them and this stirred you.

I touched your panties - they were tight against you and I felt the heat of you radiate through the white material. My touch was light but my fingers sought the centre of all our attention. Mine, Mitch's, the truckers and your own. There was no mistaking the moistness that was pooling inside you. It excited me tremendously.

"She is very wet", I said. Mitch had no response but I could see him swallow. Perhaps his mouth was dry like my own. Perhaps his breathing had become ragged like his wife and indeed like her lover.

Another button at your hemline. Dress pulled back again - your lower belly and the top line of your panties exposed now. I toyed with the top edge of your panties - running a fingernail along the edge - slipping a finger beneath but just barely beneath. Dragging my finger along the elasticized length - sending sparks throughout you.

I became impatient and ran my hand along your body more firmly now. Up and down - clear to Mitch that his wife's body was being explored. Clear to Mitch that you were taking pleasure from another man's hands. I undid more buttons at your neck line. Three in quick succession - separating the material - exposing your breasts to me. Small but no less delightful to me. My fingers hurried to touch each in turn. Wonderful nipples - responding to my fingertips. Watching your chest rise and fall with each breath you took.

I watched with amusement as you touched yourself. I watched your own hand snake inside your panties and your finger seek out your clitoris. I gave you a moment to tease yourself before I pulled your hand back. You became restless at this denial and pressed your thighs together to seek relief.

Just three buttons remaining. I undid each in turn and pulled your dress completely open. Other than your small panties, you were now virtually naked. Mitch watching your dress fall away - not quite believing what he was witnessing.

I touched you between your legs again. More forcefully now. You could sense the eagerness of my fingers to actually feel your wetness and I slid inside your panties. My fingers were covered with you in seconds. Your arousal was so clear to me - you were so swollen and hot and damp. Another truck - I left my hand inside your panties. Surely he saw my fingers moving inside your panties. I sensed your climax was nearly upon you - the deep vibration of the truck almost enough to push you over the edge. But I left you on this edge - this torture and then the truck fell behind.

I pushed your panties down - your hips rising eagerly off the bench seat the make this easier. You assisting with the scrambled push of these down your legs and then off. I took them in my hand and pressed them to my face - inhaling your scent deeply - a scent that pervaded the inside of the car now.

I passed your panties forward and Mitch shared them in exactly the same manner. You spread your legs Rachel - exposing your vulva in a most wanton display. My fingers were drawn back to you - spreading your wetness around you - touching your clitoris and then retreating. I took my wet fingers and brought them near your face letting you clearly smell the scent that was driving both of your men crazy with lust. And then I tasted you for the first time - savouring your essence Rachel - letting the flavour of you explode across my lips and tongue. You were delicious - never doubt this.

I had to have you. I HAD to have you.

I raised you up and pushed you to the far door so that I could move to the middle. My cock needed relief and I hurriedly reached for my belt. In a flash your fingers sought my zipper and soon my pants were open. I needed no foreplay - and quickly pushed my pants and underwear to my feet - letting my cock finally spring up in all it's eagerness. My hard cock visible to you and to the driver. Mitch's eyes riveted as he saw your hand touch me for the first time - his own cock desperate for attention as well. I pulled my shirt over my head - now more naked than you. You cast your dress off and in one quick motion swung one leg across me and straddled me. My prick slipped inside you with great ease. As readily as your own tongue entered me.

You fucked me like a mad woman - crazed with lust. Pistoning up and down on me - squeezing together with your thighs - maximizing the intense feelings. Your husband could see clearly - my hands guiding your bare ass bouncing up and down - my hard cock impaling you - the inner lips of your pussy moving alongside me - Rachel's wetness making Ryan's cock glisten.

I knew I was every bit as close to climax as you were - my face pressed to your chest as you moved against me. You felt our vehicle drift left and you knew there would be an audience. We moved forward - the sound of the nearby truck adding to the sounds of passion escaping from each of us. We inched forward - you continued to fuck me - the sounds you were making edging me nearer and nearer to an explosion. We came aside the truck and you now knew that two men were watching you fuck a third. Rachel Child fucking Ryan Stoppard in plain sight.

We came together - each of us crying out at the same time. We rode it - your movement continuing as you extracted the last ounce of pleasure from me. It was amazing - I know this was the experience of a lifetime.

Mitch chose not to pass this truck after all. He fell back - moved to the right lane and then eased on to the shoulder and came to a stop. He turned the car off and pulled the keys from the ignition. He unbuckled his belt - leaned between the bucket seats and kissed you deeply and hungrily.

He broke his kiss off, dropped the keys in my hand and simply said, "Your turn to drive."



On The Road



Lynn came running back to the car, her face red with excitement. 

"What's your hurry?" I asked her as she plopped down into the backseat.

"No hurry. I was afraid I'd miss you."

"You mother hasn't even come out of the bathroom yet. She'll be a few more minutes."

I went back to checking the map. Lynn sat in the back seat, panting a little from her run. I kept an eye open for my wife to return and after about twenty minutes, I saw her emerge from the bathroom and head in our direction. As I watched her, I noticed her face was flushed and she had a funny look on her face. After she got into the car, I kept looking at her as she settled into the seat, wrapping the seatbelt around her. She didn't look at me or say anything.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Sure. It just took longer than I thought it would,' she said, looking back at the bathroom door. I leaned over and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

"Did you forget something?"

"No."

"You're sure you're alright?" I asked her again.

"Sure. Let's get going," she smiled at me as she patted my hand.

I started the car and drove out of the parking lot. A few miles down the highway, I looked at my wife again. She was squirming a little and was pressing her thighs together. Her eyes were closed and the look on her face was one of contentment. We drove for a couple of hours and then stopped at another rest area. While Lynn and I waited for her, my wife went into the bathroom. Lynn and I got out of the car and wandered around a little, checking out the area and getting some stretching in. We walked over by the bathrooms and as we passed the women's side, I thought I heard some moaning coming from inside. 

I motioned Lynn away from the bathrooms and we sat down at one of the picnic tables. Finally, my wife came out and again her face was flushed and she had that funny look in her eyes. I watched her walking towards us and marveled at the way her hips moved and her breasts swayed slightly as she walked. I have always thought she was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen and watching her walking towards us, only confirmed my feelings. If I could have, I would have made love to her right there on the table she looked so wanting and lusty.

"That didn't take long," I said to her as she sat down beside me.

"What did you expect. I'd be in there all day?" she answered, smiling at me.

"No, its just that I heard something a few minutes ago when we walked past the bathroom and I just thought you would be a little longer, that's all."

She looked at me but didn't say anything. She then looked towards the bathroom and then back at me.

"What did you hear?" she asked.

"I thought I heard a woman moaning."

After a short pause, she answered.

"You did."

I looked at her and she had that funny look still on her face.

"Really. What was going on?" 

Again she paused before answering.

"Oh, it's just one of those women things, you know."

"What do you mean?"

She stood up and grabbing my arm, she led me away from Lynn and the table, telling Lynn to get into the car, that we would be right back.

"You're right, you did hear moaning and that was me," she said quietly, not looking at me.

I stopped and turned her to face me.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said, looking directly into my eyes. "I should have told you about this earlier but I was having so much fun, I didn't want to spoil it."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"At the last two rest areas, I've have my pussy eaten by a woman," she said, not taking her eyes off of me. "It wasn't the same woman and I have never come like that in my life."

All I could do was stare at her. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know my wife had lesbian tendencies or even thought about having sex with another woman.

"Don't be mad at me. It's something that just happened. I never had any intention of doing that when I went in the bathroom," she said, watching me very closely. "After the first time, I was so horny, I could hardly wait until we stopped again, I wanted it that badly. When I went in there," she said, motioning towards the bathroom, "I was hoping that I would meet someone but there was only a young girl, maybe eighteen, nineteen, in there and I thought to myself, ok, not this time. Boy was I wrong."

I just stared at her as she continued, a smile coming across her face.

"After I did my business, I opened the stall door and the young girl was standing right in front of me. The look on her face was intoxicating and she just walked into the stall and closed the door, locking it. She turned to me and kissed me like I have never been kissed before. Her lips were so soft and she parted mine with her tongue as she reached down and fondled my breast. That's when you must have heard me moaning. She then slowly reached down and undid my jeans, pulling the zipper down and then my jeans. She pulled my panties down to my ankles and then had me sit on the toilet seat and spread my legs. She went down between my legs and started to lick and suck on my clit. It was driving me wild and I held her head against me, wanting her to get further inside me."

She stopped and looked towards the car waving at Lynn, before continuing. 

"I wrapped my legs around her head and she licked and sucked me until I came. Then, she stood up and pulled her jeans down. Her cunt was right at eyes level and I couldn't help myself. I pulled her to me and started to eat her. She tasted so sweet and her juices wet my whole face when she came. We slowly got dressed again and after a long, sensual kiss, she left and I fixed myself up before coming out to meet you two."

I could see that she was getting hot again just by telling me the story.

"You know, I never would have thought you were interested in women before this," I said, holding her hands.

"I didn't think I was either but the first woman made me want more."

"Why this young girl?"

"Maybe that's just it, she was so young and I wanted her so badly."

I didn't know what to say. I stood rooted to the spot, looking at my horny wife as she grinned back at me. After a minute, I suggested we get back into the car and head out. We still had a long way to go. She followed me back to the car and when she looked at Lynn in the back seat, there was a kind of wanton look in her eyes but I didn't say anything, just started the car and drove.

About half an hour later, my wife asked me to stop the car. She then turned to Lynn and asked her if she would mind if she got in the back seat with her and had a rest. 

"Sure mom," she said. "I'll get in the front seat with Dad," as she reached for the door handle.

"No, I want you to stay in the back seat with me," she said, quickly looking at me with a lusty look. "I'd like to use your lap for a pillow," she said, getting out of the car and into the back.

Lynn moved over and mad room for my wife. I watched them arrange themselves so my wife had her head on Lynn's lap, facing her. I could only see the back of her head. I turned around and started driving again. I kept glancing into the back seat every now and then, as I drove. The two girls were talking quietly with each other as they rested in the back seat. I couldn't hear what they were saying all the time, only a word here and there. Suddenly, my wife sat up and moved closer to Lynn, putting her hands against the seat, pinning Lynn in place. She then leaned over and lightly kissed Lynn on her lips. It was not a motherly kiss. It was sensual and warm. My wife then leaned back away from Lynn and said something to her, I couldn't hear. 

"I'd like that," Lynn said, pulling her mother closer to her. 

Again they kissed, only this time it was longer and I could see their open mouths, tongues exploring each other. My wife reached down and started to fondle Lynn's small breasts as they continued kissing. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road as I watched the two of them in the back seat. My wife leaned down and gently kissed Lynn's breasts, moving from one to the other. I could see the wet marks she left from sucking on them and I saw Lynn close her eyes and moan softly. 

My wife then moved completely away from in front of Lynn and started to undo her jeans, pulling them down and off of her. She had a small, bikini style panty on and my wife reached in and pulled it down off her too. She then helped Lynn out of her top. My 18 year-old daughter was sitting in the back seat, completely naked.

"That's not fair," I heard Lynn say. "I'm nude and you still have all your clothes on, Mom."

"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" my wife asked in a soft, quiet voice.

"Oh yes. I want to see your breasts and your cunt."

I watched my wife take off her clothes quickly and now the two of them were nude.

"Wait a minute," I said, interrupting them. "She's only eighteen. She's too young."

"Oh Dad," Lynn said, admonishing me with her tone of voice. "I'm not a virgin, you know."

I had the typical father's reaction to that statement. I started to get mad and was going to yell at her but my wife interceded and said, "It's ok honey. I've known for a long time that Lynn has had sex before."

I looked astonished at the two of them as they started kissing again.

"Don't you think we should maybe go somewhere where there's no one around?" I asked as Lynn moaned into her mother's mouth.

"Whatever you think, dear," my wife said, lifting her lips away from Lynn. 

"That might be a good idea. After all, we wouldn't want anyone else watching us, would we," she said, looking back at Lynn making her smile.

"Yeah, Dad. We wouldn't want that, would we?" Lynn said. "Just pull off the highway anywhere you think is good."

The two women started kissing again as I looked for a quick exit off the highway. I saw ahead, a dirt road leading off into some trees so I slowed and turned onto it. I drove up the road for a minute or two and then pulled over at a small clearing. I stopped the car and turned towards the two women in the back. My wife was between Lynn's legs and was eating her cunt, lapping at her. I could see her tongue circling Lynn's clit and Lynn was moaning louder and louder. 

I watched them for a minute and then got out of the car, moving around to the other side and opening the door. I heard Lynn groan loudly as I opened the door. My wife quickly looked up at me with her face wet from Lynn's juices.

"She tastes so sweet," she said, leaning back down between Lynn's legs and lapping at her cunt again. Lynn held her mother's head against her and moaned over and over. As I watched them I realized that my cock was hard and I pulled my pants down, letting my straining cock out of their constraint. Lynn looked over at me just as my cock sprang out in the open.

"Oh Dad. I love the look of your cock when it' hard. I've watched you fuck Mom many times and have always wondered what it would be like to have that big fuck stick inside me."

As I pulled my shirt off, I said, "Well, there's no time like the present to find out," holding my cock in my hand, pointing it at her.

Lynn pulled her mother's head away from her cunt and looked at her.

"I want Dad to fuck me Mom. Is that alright?"

My wife looked at me and then my hard cock and just smiled.

"It's ok honey," she said, moving out of Lynn's way. "You'll love that big cock deep inside you."

Lynn looked at me and asked, "Where do you want me Dad. In the car or out of it?"

I looked around and the ground was warm and sandy. I motioned to Lynn to come over to me and she got out of the car and walked over, grabbing a hold of my cock.

"Right here?" she asked, pointing to the ground.

"Yeah, right here," I said, following her to the ground.

She got on her back and raised her legs, wide apart as I moved between them.

"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard," she pleaded as I aimed my hard cock at her cunt and thrust into her.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she screamed as I stopped, my cock buried deep inside her. "Your cock is so big. It feels like it is going to split me wide open."

I slowly slide my cock out of her while I spread her legs a little wider and higher.

"I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can, baby. I'm going to fill you with my hot come."

"Yes daddy. Fill me up. I want all your hot come inside me."

As I slowly thrust back up into her, my wife came over and straddled Lynn's head, lowering herself over her mouth.

"Oh Mommy. Let me eat you while Daddy is fucking me," she said, pulling her mother's cunt down to her lips. I watched her tongue come out and flick against my wife' clit. My wife moaned loudly when she felt Lynn's tongue against her. Lynn pulled her down until all I could see was her chin, the rest of her was covered by my wife's cunt and as I started to speed up my thrusts, Lynn started moaning and groaning louder and louder. I thrust in and out of her cunt faster and faster and our skin smacked every time I entered her fully. I reached forward and fondled her breasts as I fucked her and then my wife's ass. My wife groaned loudly just then and came all over Lynn's face, her juices filling Lynn's mouth. I came right after my wife and my warm come started spurting up into Lynn's cunt, deep inside her. The two women were groaning louder and louder as Lynn came too.

We stayed together for a few minutes and then rolled away from each other.

"Oh Daddy," Lynn said, panting. "Your cock felt so good inside me. I want you to fuck me again."

My wife sat up quickly.

"Oh no you don't. I get the next cock fest. I want to be fucked too," she said smiling at the two of us.

We lay on our backs, watching the sky and the clouds slowly filter across the sky for a few more minutes. Lynn then stood up and walked over to her mother and stood in front of her.

"Eat Dad's come out of me, Mom," she said, thrusting her hips forward towards my wife. My wife was still laying on the ground and Lynn lowered herself onto her face and I could see my wife's tongue circling Lynn's clit and could hear her sucking my come out of her cunt. Lynn was moaning slightly and her knees started shaking as my wife ate her. She ground her cunt down on her mother's face as hard as she could and start humping it, moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her cunt against her mother's lips. As I watched the two of them, I started to get hard again. I moved between my wife's legs and spread them apart. She pushed Lynn up off her face and said, "No, wait a minute. I want you to fuck me in the ass as I eat Lynn."

Lynn got up and let her mother get on her hands and knees, raising her ass high in the air. Lynn moved underneath her and positioned her cunt so my wife could reach it with her tongue. I pointed my cock at her back hole and thrust forward. It took a few jabs for me to enter her but finally, my head was inside her. She groaned loudly as she felt the head of my cock enter her hole, stretching it.

" Fuck me," she yelled, her voice muffled by Lynn's cunt. "Fuck me hard. Fill my ass with your big hard fucking cock." 

I moved up and straddled her back, pointing my cock down at her hole. I pushed myself deeper and deeper inside her as she groaned into Lynn. Finally, I was all the way inside her, my balls resting against her ass. She wiggled her ass at me and I started to pull out of her.

"Oh yes," she yelled. "Fuck me."

I started thrusting in and out of her ass, our skin slapping every time I entered her fully. She was pushing back against my thrusts and I pounded her as hard as I could, wanting to fill her with my hot come. When she felt the first spurt of my come inside her, she lifted her head away from Lynn and yelled out. I spewed my come into her as I came over and over again, each time, she yelled out when I spurted into her. When I finished, I held myself inside her, not wanting the hot feeling of her ass caressing my cock, to end. When I did finally pull my cock out of her, some of my come leaked out and started running down her legs. Lynn jumped up and moved behind her mother and started lapping at the come on her legs. She cleaned up her legs and started sucking on her ass, trying to get as much come out of her as she could. The two women came again and my wife slumped forward onto her arms. Lynn sat back on her haunches and smiled at me.

"Daddy? Will you fuck me in my ass too?" she asked, reaching over to my soft cock.

I looked at her smiling face and said, "Not right now sweetheart. I'm a little tired. Maybe later."

"You promise?" Lynn asked.

"I promise."

We all rested for a little while longer and then got dressed and back into the car. My wife got in the back seat with Lynn again and put her head on her lap, falling asleep almost immediately. I watched them as I drove and the two of them slept soundly until I stopped at a small motel. I went in and registered and when the woman saw Lynn, she asked if she wanted a separate room.

"No, she'll sleep with us," I said, smiling at her. If she only knew why I was smiling, I thought.

Lynn couldn't wait. By the time I had all the bags in the room, she was naked and on the bed, her ass raised in the air.

"Come on Daddy," she said, wiggling her ass at me. "Fuck me in the ass."

What's a father to do? Throwing down the last bag and I quickly shed my clothes, getting on the bed between Lynn's legs. I pointed my cock at her hole and thrust forward. I entered her easily, filling her entire hole with my hard cock in one thrust. 

"Fuck me Daddy," she said loudly. "Fuck me hard."

I started to thrust in and out of her as she groaned loudly. My wife was now on the bed with us, naked and was fondling Lynn's breasts as I plowed in and out of her. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Fuck meeee!"

I filled her hole with my come soon after and held myself against her until I was finished. As I slowly pulled myself out of her, a movement caught my eye. I looked towards the window and the woman form the office was watching us. I quickly got off the bed and opened the door, catching the woman before she could get away. 

"You liked what you saw?" I asked.

Her face reddened and she stammered, "I loved it. That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen."

"Would you like to join us?" I asked as I pulled her towards the open door. "Come on in and join us."

"Yes, come in," my wife said to the woman as I closed the door. The woman looked at the two women and then at me.

"She's so young," she said, motioning towards Lynn.

"Yes, but she loves to fuck," my wife said. "And she loves to eat cunt too."

The woman smiled.

"I love to eat cunt too. Can I eat your sweet young cunt, dear?" she asked Lynn.

Lynn just lay back on the bed and spread her legs apart as wife as she could, reaching down to fondle her clit with her finger.

"Help yourself," she said to the smiling woman.

I think this calls for another chapter. I will continue this story in the next installment.



On The Road



Chapter 1

I was sent on a short business trip as one of my last duties in my old job. I was being promoted into corporate management and they wanted me to give one last product presentation and training session before moving to my new job. My replacement had been traveling with me for several months but she had a long-standing vacation request that we had to honor and she couldn't do the show with me.

One of the things I like about traveling is the freedom it gives me. Except for my duties in my job I can pretty much do as I wish as long as I don't get arrested or get a bad rep with my coworkers.

I was sent to a convention type of business situation where my job was to present our new products to companies attending the show. I gave up to four, one-half hour presentations a day in a room set up like a small theater. The company reps that attended my pitches were there by invitation or appointment and after each presentation I would talk with them and arrange for them to meet with a sales rep from my company.

The first day I dressed in my usual business attire, a business suit with a white blouse and a kick-pleated skirt ending just above my knees. The convention center's technician assigned to my theater introduced himself as Bobby and then explained how to use the remote controlled projector and he said he would be there during all of my presentations to provide any help that he could. I was to wear a cordless microphone and he asked me to take my jacket off so he could hook me up. The transmitter clipped to my skirt's waist and the antenna was a foot-long wire that hung down over my butt and continued down under my skirt. The mic wire was fed up underneath my blouse and it could be hooked on to the lapel of my blouse or jacket depending on what I was wearing.

"Do you want to wear the transmitter and the antenna inside or outside of your skirt?" he asked.

I decided to wear in on the inside so it wouldn't show. I was wearing a half-slip under my skirt and my standard pantyhose. Bobby suggested I not wear a slip because the antenna tended to pick up the static electricity caused by the nylon slip and the noise would be transmitted to the room's speakers.

We stood there looking at each other as he waited for me to remove my slip. I considered going into the ladies room but that would take too much time. I decided to do it right there so I reached under my skirt and pulled my slip down and stepped out of it. He reached for it and I handed it to him to put on the table behind the screen. I noticed he passed it close by his face for a moment when he turned his back. 

I had already felt a little bit of excitement when I reached up under my skirt to pull my slip down and my perception that he had smelled it turned up my excitement another notch. He was a good-looking young guy of about 25 or so.

"Please unhook your skirt and open the zipper so I can attach the transmitter and run the wire," he said. 

I felt like I was undressing for him but I did as he asked. He was very professional and he quickly clipped the transmitter inside of the waistband of my skirt. He pulled my blouse out of the waist of my skirt and I could feel his hand across my back and around my side as he fed the mic and wire around me.

At his request I tucked my blouse back in and hooked up my skirt. The mic was dangling from my waist when he turned me around and knelt down in front of me. He asked me to reach down inside the front of my blouse and take the mic from his hand. Without even asking me he unbuttoned the two bottom buttons of my blouse and put his hand inside to hold the mic until I could reach it. He was operating in a very professional manner but I was reading sex into his every move and touch. He suggested I clip the mic to my bra since my silk blouse would not support it properly and if I got warm and I wanted to remove my jacket during a presentation, I would not have to change the mic's location.

I started to clip it to my bra when he offered the suggestion that I run the wire under my bra's band to hold it more securely in place. I pushed the mic up under the band of my bra between my breasts and clipped it to the top of my right bra cup on my standard, business-type bulletproof bra. He reached in to make sure it was secure and the backs of his fingers on the top of my breast turned me on even more. I felt my panties start to get wet under my pantyhose.

I buttoned my blouse and reached up under my skirt to pull the tails tightly down before I put my jacket back on. He showed me how to make sure that the transmitter was turned on by feeling the position of the buttons with my fingers. His hand felt dry and hot as he moved my fingers around the controls. We did a sound check and everything was fine so he left to get us a cup of coffee before the presentation started.

The presentations went well. He was in and out of the theatre during my talks but he stayed close by. I completed all of my presentations by late afternoon so I unclipped the mic from my bra cup and pulled it back out from under the band. When he pulled the transmitter and wire out from inside my skirt, his hand rested on my butt. I didn't think too much more about it except how silly this older gal was being in thinking that a young, good-looking hunk was interested in me. 

Later that evening, I was sitting down to dinner with two business acquaintances when he walked by looking for a table. He had worked with one of the men who was sitting with us so we invited him over. We ate dinner and after sitting and chatting for a while we all went into the lounge for a drink.

After a few drinks, he asked me to dance and I danced a couple of fast dances and then a slow dance with him. He felt good and he smelled good. He was a little sweaty after his long day but he had a nice, young healthy smell to him. He was a good dancer and a good conversationalist. He pulled me in closer to him towards the end of a slow dance and his warm body felt good against mine.

A little while later he asked me to dance another slow dance. I protested that I had to wash my hair and get to bed because I had another long day tomorrow. He said just one more dance and I agreed. He pulled me close as soon as we got onto the dance floor and tightened his grip on me until I was flush against him. The alcohol and the long day got to me and I relaxed my head onto his shoulder. 

His lips found my ear and neck towards the end of the dance and as he nuzzled me I could feel his erection stirring in his pants. After the dance I picked up my purse from my seat and he walked me up to my room and we said goodnight at the door. 

He didn't try to kiss me or anything, he just said "Good-night, I'll see you tomorrow."

There was a message from my husband to call him if I did not get in too late. 

I didn't call him!

Chapter 2

That night while taking my shower and washing my hair I kept thinking about Bobby and trying to decide what I was going to do. Between the alcohol and the long day, I fell asleep as soon as I crawled under the covers.

The next morning the phone woke me up. It was my husband asking me how I was doing. As soon as I heard his voice the previous night's temptations and guilt came flooding back into me. We chatted for a few minutes and then hung up since we both had to get to work.

As I laid out my clothes for the day, I decided not to wear my usual work blouse. I switched to my black silk, over-blouse. With that blouse, the only bra I could wear was a low cut evening one that had sheer cups and a front clasp. In the back of my mind, I knew exactly what I was doing but I wouldn't admit it to myself. A dark-blue, business suit jacket with a matching straight, kick-pleated skirt, and black, sheer to the waist pantyhose completed my outfit. After a short argument with myself, I opted not to wear any panties under my pantyhose.

I was a slut looking for it! 

After a quick breakfast in the hotel grill I hurried to my theater. He was waiting for me when I got there and as soon as I walked in he whistled his appreciation and told me that I looked gorgeous. 

I ate it up!

Instead of standing on the little stage to fit me with the mic, he steered me around to the side of the stage and behind the screen where there was a little table and a desk chair. After helping me off with my jacket he sat down on the chair while I stood in front of him. 

His hands on my hips moved me so that I turned around and allowed him to unhook my skirt and slide the zipper down. I held my skirt up while he fumbled with the transmitter. He was holding the back of my blouse up above my waist and I knew he could see the top of my pantyhose. He suggested clipping it onto my pantyhose rather than my skirt and I agreed. I was already wet before he pulled my pantyhose waist elastic away from my back to fasten the clip onto them. By now, I was sure he could tell I wasn't wearing panties. 

We were speaking in breathless whispers!

I wondered if he could smell me as I waited with anticipation to see if he would do anything. 

He turned me back around and his face was only inches away from my belly as he ran his hand around my side and pushed the mic cord down inside of my waistband with his fingers. When he got to my belly, he asked me to hold it for him. I held the mic through the material of my blouse while he finished adjusting the cord and pulled me towards him so he could zip my skirt up with me still facing him. This caused his face to press against my belly. 

Now I was really wet!

After he hooked the waist fastener, he put his hands on my hips and pushed me back a little away from him. Sliding his hand up under my blouse, he took the mic from my fingers and he asked me to unbutton the top few buttons of my blouse. My fingers were shaking so much that I had trouble getting the buttons undone. I was undressing myself in front of this young guy. 

My belly quivered when the back of his hand touched it while he was sliding the mic up under my blouse. He stopped at the band of my bra and looked up at me. I smiled at him and he took that as a sign of approval to feed the mic up under the band of my bra. 

His fingers went under the band and the clasp popped open. The cups didn't fall off but my breasts sagged down as they pulled back exposing their inner sides. I could hear myself breathing and I could see sweat beading on his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he blushed and whispered as I refastened my bra. 

With the mic in place, I buttoned my blouse and he helped me put my jacket back on. All went well and I finished the morning schedule by lunch. We ate lunch together and at the lunch break he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him. 

I agreed!

After the day's presentations, we took a taxi to a restaurant where we had dinner and talked. He told me he was single and traveled all over the world setting up the audio/visual equipment at shows. He kept complimenting me on my beauty, brains, and career successes. 

He said all of the things I wanted to hear!

He kissed me in the taxi on the way back to the hotel. I returned his kiss and he slid his hand under my blouse and caressed my breast through my bra. Back at the hotel we didn't stop in the lounge, we went straight to the elevator and rode up in silence. I don't think we even looked at each other. We stopped at his floor and as soon as the door to his room closed behind us he had me in his arms and we kissed again. 

After removing my jacket he gently pulled me towards the window in the darkened room and stood behind me as we looked out at the city lights. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I waited for his next move. I was ready and I already knew where this was going to end up. 

His arms were around my waist and I could feel his hardness against my back. Running his hands up under my blouse, he cupped my breasts in his hands while gently pulling on my nipples through my bra. 

His cheek was touching my hair and I tilted my head to give him access as he ran his lips up and down the side of my neck. He touched me behind my earlobe with his tongue and I started to tremble. No one had ever done that to me before.

It only took a moment for him to figure out the front clip on my bra since he had already watched it come open once that morning. My breasts felt full in his warm hands and he gently fondled me while lifting and weighing them. The constant, gentle tugging of my nipples between his fingers was sending me off of the deep end. My nipples felt as if they would burst.

Pulling me a step back from the window he placed one of his hands on my back and urged me to bend over at my waist. I rested my hands on the windowsill to balance myself as he pulled the hem of my skirt up to my waist. His hands pulled my pantyhose down over my legs and then he wasn't touching me anymore. 

I realized that he was releasing himself from his pants and I pushed back a little to make myself available to him. The next thing that I felt was his hard cock as he pushed himself between my thighs from the rear. 

This was what I was waiting for!

I was already soaking wet and the head of his cock spread my pussy lips as he slid himself in and out between my legs. I couldn't help much because my legs were held tightly together by the pantyhose around my thighs. It was erotic, naughty, and exciting. I pushed him back a little and bent forward until my head was almost down to my knees. Separating my ass cheeks with his hands he eased against me and popped himself into my pussy. 

Now he had both hands on my hips and he was gently fucking me. The pressure in my pussy and on his cock was tremendous since my legs were squashed together. It took only a few minutes for me to cum and he came with me. 

As we moved towards the bed I pulled my blouse and bra off and sat down to remove my pantyhose. He was already undressed by that time and he pushed me back onto the bed. Lifting my legs, he pulled my skirt down and off of me and then rolled my pantyhose down and off of my feet. 

Lowering himself down between my upraised thighs his tongue and his cock moved inside of my mouth and my pussy at the same time. I came three more times that night and I went to my room with a sore pussy and tender breasts. The red light on my telephone was blinking. I knew who it was but I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't even take a shower but I just stripped off my clothes and crawled under the sheets and fell asleep.

Chapter 3

My wake-up call startled me out of a sound sleep. I was groggy and I had a little headache. My nose and mouth were dry from the hotel air and I felt gritty and dirty. When I sat on the toilet to pee, I could see that my pubic hair was all matted and crusty. A combination of his saliva and our mingled juices was all over my crotch area.

I was running too late to wash my hair so it was a quick shower and some waterless hair wash spray I carry with me on trips. I looked presentable after I put on my makeup. My lower lip was a little swollen on one side but no one would notice. 

I felt like a whore!

The red light on the telephone was still blinking, reminding me of what was most probably last night's call from my husband. I had never done anything like this before and I felt guilty about it. In spite of my guilt I could feel the excitement rising in me again. This would be my last day here. I had only two presentations to give and then an early evening flight back home.

I debated with myself on whether I was going to go to bed with him again. I admitted to myself that I had encouraged him to go beyond the original flirting when I intentionally dressed in an outfit that showed him I was interested. I was responsible for demonstrating my willingness to carry the game beyond the initial flirty seduction phase.

The message was from my husband and I knew he was angry with me for not returning his call. He would have called me this morning if he weren't. It was too late to catch him at home since he was already on his way to work but I called and left a message on our voice mail telling him that I would be home on schedule. I told him that I had fallen asleep early last night and I didn't wake up in time to call him. It was a lie, but I knew that I would have to lie some more before this was all over.

I was too excited at the moment to dwell on my lies!

The little coffeepot in my room was a lifesaver and I drank coffee while I dressed. I had decided not to pursue this affair any more but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I put my regular bra, panties, and pantyhose and I was stepping into my heels when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn't look too bad for an older gal and I appreciated Bobby's recognition of that fact. 

Off came my clothes and I tore through the closet and drawers as I assembled a new outfit. Instead of a business suit, I wore a calf length dress, rayon dress. My black bra, from the day before, went back on and I pulled a pair of thigh high stockings onto my legs. 

High heels and no panties, I was a slut looking to get fucked!

Bobby and I faced each other behind the screen in the theater. We said formal good mornings but we didn't kiss or touch or give any indication of what had happened between us the night before. He looked at my dress and asked me were I was going to clip the transmitter. There was no belt on the dress. He wanted to know if I wanted to put it on my pantyhose and I told him I wasn't wearing pantyhose. His eyes widened and a little smile formed on his lips. He had a solution. He carried a belt with a Velcro end on it for situations such as this. He slipped the narrow strap through the clip of the transmitter and asked me if I wanted to wear it inside or outside of my dress. 

I was anticipating his question while he was assembling the belt and my breathing was turning into short pants. I sounded like the bitch in heat that I was. I told him I wanted it under my dress and I walked over to the chair where he was sitting and stood in front of him with my arms outstretched on either side of me.

Touch me, I thought to myself!

He held the strap and transmitter in one hand and reached under my dress with his other. His open hand touched my leg and moved slowly up until it reached the band at the top of my stocking. He hesitated for a moment, before gently squeezing my thigh and then his hand continued moving upward. He now knew I was not wearing any panties. 

Without any indication of what he was thinking or what, if anything, he was planning on doing, he placed the transmitter against the small of my back and pulled the strap around me and hooked the Velcro in place low on my belly. 

He looked up at me and asked, "Is the strap too tight."

"It's fine I whispered."

"I'll check the antenna," he said in a matter-of-fact voice as one hand went around and up over my ass and the other hand slid up between my legs. 

His wrist was against my wet pussy and I leaned forward and held onto his shoulders. I thought I was going to pass out. I could feel him pulling the antenna wire down between my ass cheeks and I bent my knees and spread my legs a little more to give him room. 

Still holding my ass with one hand, he pressed his face into the dress covering my belly and with his other hand he pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers. I let out a loud sound but no one had yet come into the theater and it went unnoticed. He continued massaging my clitoris and I came in a great rush of sensations with my legs trembling and my head falling to my chest.

I clasped his head to my belly and held him while I rode out the end of my climax, moving gently back and forth on his hand. 

He looked up at me and said, "You are really something for an older woman, do you know that?" 

It was anti-climatic when he caressed my breast from under my skirt while feeding the mic up the neckline of my dress.




On The Road



The rest of the morning went well and I gave my presentations with my inner thighs covered with my dried pussy dew and the antenna wire in the crack of my ass ever reminding me what had just happened.

After it was over, I reached up under my dress, tore the Velcro apart and pulled the transmitter and mic out and handed it to him. He asked me if I wanted to go for a drink or up to his room and I refused. 

"I have had a wonderful time but I have to get home to my husband," I told him.

We shook hands and I left to catch my flight. It was a four-hour flight and it gave me time to figure out how I was going to make all of this up to my husband.



On the Road



It was while traveling on our vacation that my husband and I had the most incredible sexual encounter. We were traveling up the coast about an hour outside of the next town where we had planned to stop over for the night. As we were cruising along, we noticed a Porsche parked along the side of the road, but thought nothing of it. About another mile up the road, we saw a couple who obviously needed a ride. It was quite obvious from the way they were dressed that they weren't the usual hitchhiker types, so David pulled over to offer them a ride.

It turned out that Mark and Gina were the owners of the Porsche and that they had had car trouble. They lived just another five miles up the road and asked us if we could drop them at home. We shared some small talk as we drove when David asked them if they could recommend a good motel in town. Mark replied that if we needed a place to stay for the night, we were welcome to stay at their place. Mark and Gina seemed like nice people, so we took them up on their offer.

When we got to their place, David and I kind of exchanged surprised glances as we pulled into a beautifully landscaped driveway that twisted around until we came to a very modern style large house that appeared to be nestled right on the coastal cliffs. It was really quite a place. As Mark helped David with our luggage, Gina took me in and showed me the guest room. After the luggage was brought in, Mark and Gina took us on a little tour of the house and grounds. They then suggested that we change into our suits and we could lounge by the pool and take a swim before the sun completely set down. David and I were quite impressed with this lovely couple's magnificent home.

David and I went to change and we whispered to each other about how impressive this place was and that Mark and Gina must be very well to do. Once changed, we met Mark and Gina by the pool. Both Mark and Gina were quite attractive, Mark having a deep sexy tan and solid muscular build, and Gina was also tan and very slim and sexy. David and I again were impressed with this lovely couple. Mark got us some refreshments and we settled down for a friendly conversation. Gina complimented us on our tans and we admitted that it was just the week long vacation that had given us the opportunity to work on them. After several drinks and a dip in the pool, we all decided to go inside and get comfortable. Mark offered David a game of pool in the downstairs game room and as they went off, Gina and I got comfortable on the couch. We hit it off marvelously and I enjoyed Gina's genuine friendliness and subtle wit.

It wasn't long before we were talking like old school chums about just everything under the sun. I found myself to be captivated with Gina's charm and found myself having deep thoughts about what it would be like to be closer to her. I have never had a sexual relationship with another woman, but, like many people, I have wondered what being with another woman would be like. I'd never been attracted to another woman before, until now. I was pretty unsure of these feelings that crept into my mind as we talked, and I guess Gina must have noticed, because when she came back from refreshing our drinks, she sat very close to me on the sofa and continued on with an interesting discussion about how Mark and she enjoyed having company because it seemed so rare.

It was while I was listening to her and I watched her beautiful lips form the words she spoke, that I realized I was entranced by this lovely woman's beauty and charm. I must have been staring and day dreaming because Gina placed her hand on mine and smiled as she said, "Your husband and you are both quite an attractive couple. It's very nice to enjoy a quiet and intimate time with you."

I must have just melted at hearing her softly spoken words because the next thing I knew; we were embracing one another very affectionately. My mind raced with emotional feelings of love and even lust for Gina's silky touch. It was then that Gina got up and taking my hand in hers, she led me down the hall to a bedroom. She smiled at me again and said, "Don't worry about the boys missing us, Mark loves to have a pool partner and he'll keep David playing for hours. Let's enjoy one another's company more intimately."

Gina's face was luminous as she smiled. As I stripped off my suit, I was conscious of her watching me, examining my body. Skittish with excitement, I lay back on the bed and tried to relax, getting ready for the most erotic experience of my life. Gina then joined me on the bed and then began to kiss her way up my legs. Bypassing my cunt, she rolled me over to kiss and lick my buttocks. She traced her tongue along the crack and then turned me over facing up again. Gina proceeded to make rhapsodic love to my breasts. I have very sensitive nipples, so when she expertly rolled them around in her mouth and bit softly, I skyrocketed. As she sucked me, her hands danced lightly all over the flesh of my breasts, stomach and thighs, but only a light touch of my hungry pussy. Gina had already brought me to the edge of orgasm. Finally, Gina lay down beside me and rolled me on top of her.

It was a wonderful electric feeling as I began to explore her. Soon our lips met and we kissed with an urgent passion. I felt more relaxed and free of my early inhibitions. I turned myself around as I had an urgent desire to taste her. She used her hands to guide me and soon, we were locked in a 69 that allowed us both to explore each others sex with our tongues. Our loving seemed to last an eternity and I indeed did not want it to end. I could feel Gina's passionate climaxes underneath me as I also trembled to one wave after another.

It was then that I noticed the boys standing in the doorway, both grinning from ear to ear. At first, I felt a moment of embarrassment as I saw David smiling at me. But it was a smile, that sexy smile that I so much adored that relieved my fear. David and I had often shared our fantasies, and this, I knew very well, was one of his favorites. Then I noticed Mark's handsome face and he too smiled, not a leering or lustful smile, but one of obvious pleasure and caring. Gina, pausing for a moment, broke the silence with a delicate, just louder than a whisper, that "You boys just going to watch or will you join us."

Mark let his swim suit drop to the floor and David followed his lead. It was then that Mark, being such a gentleman, motioned for David to approach first. David then knelt down at the end of the bed and kissed me deeply. I then let his face fall away to join in the caresses of Gina's sweet pussy. David, an expert with his tongue, began to work slowly up and down along Gina's swollen clitoris. I raised myself up to watch David go down on Gina and was treated to Gina's own continued attentions to my own pussy as I was now kneeling over her head. Gina bucked somewhat as David continued to bring her off and she continued bathing my labia with her tongue. Then she paused and moaned, "Please, put it in me please", obviously begging David to fuck her.


Almost on cue, David licked his way up from her sex, and was soon biting and licking Gina's pert tits and was soon entering her with his male hardness. I felt no jealousy and in fact was quite turned on watching David slowly stroke in and out of Gina. By this time Mark, who had been stroking himself as he watched, slowly approached my face with his hardening penis. He was very well built and I hungrily sucked on his tool. Gina began to thrust her tongue deep up into me and with my mouth wrapped around Mark's glistening shaft; I came again as I watched David still pumping in and out of Gina. As my climax subsided, I became aware of David watching me as Mark's penis slid in and out of my mouth. He reached up with his hand and placed them on my breasts and massaged me deeply. I looked deeply into David's eyes and they were on fire with lust as he watched me suck Mark's cock. I paused for a moment and held Mark's tool a few inches from my lips and gave David the sexiest little grin that I could. He responded with a lustful grin of his own and that sparked another fire within me.

My mind brought up thoughts of the many times David and I shared such deep dark secret fantasies and now one that I had shared with him often came swirling around in my head. I had always been excited about the thought of David making it with another man, of watching David take another man's penis in his mouth. When I had shared this with David, I was afraid of his reaction, but to my surprise, he had become quite turned on by it. I decided to give it a try.

As I held on to Mark's tool with one hand, I reached over and stroked David's head and drew him closer to me. I then bent forward and kissed him deeply on the mouth while letting the tip of Mark's penis rub against my cheek. I stroked Mark as I let my tongue slip deeply into David's mouth and I knew by David's sucking of my tongue that he knew what I wanted. I drew away from his lips and placed my hand on the back of his head and I guided Mark's swollen shaft toward his lips. David's eyes were glazed as they tried to focus on the hard penis just an inch from his lips. 

I cooed my encouragement, "Oh baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this," and with that, I watched amazed as my husband curled his outstretched tongue around the mushroom shaped tip of Mark's cock.

"Oh honey, oh yes, suck him for me, please suck his cock," I moaned as I watched the head, and then inch after inch of Mark's shaft disappear between my husband's lips.

I still had my hand wrapped around the base of Mark's shaft and felt a spark of excitement when I felt David's lips press against my hand and I could see only a glimpse of Mark's shaft as he buried it deep into David's mouth. Mark began to pump slowly back and forth and I now realized that the humping motion that David continued with Gina had now slowed to the same pace that Mark used to pump into my husband's mouth. Gina had slithered her tongue in and out of my box a final time and then trace it along my thigh. I realized as I looked down, that Gina's lovely face was staring up watching her own husband pumping his cock in and out of David's mouth. She smiled a passionate lustful smile as she began to trace her fingers in and out of my pussy and used her other hand to softly caress David's cheek as it bulged with her own man's hardness.

I felt another wave of climax building as I stared intently at Gina's finger tracing around David's lips and touching the place where her husband's smooth shaft was encircled by David's saliva coated lips. Mark had begun to increase his pace and I held David's head for support as he also increased the pace of pumping into Gina.

Gina's voice was soft but husky with passion as she encouraged Mark, "Oh baby, that's it, do him hard, yes baby, let's all cum together this way, oh baby, let's do it together."

Gina prodded her fingers into my sex in time with Mark's pumping motion and David was still keeping time as he humped Gina and I realized that we four were all one together in this magical passion that we shared. It was so wild watching David suck Mark and feeling so close to Gina as she caressed and then frigged at my clit. David drew back for a moment and then used his hand to stroke Mark's shaft with a furious pace as he exclaimed that he was about to cum. I too was on the brink as I watched David jack up and down on Mark's shaft and slip his tongue out to caress and lick the purple saliva coated plum of Mark's cock.

Gina began to buck underneath David and as I moaned with my oncoming rush of passion, David let out a groan as I watched Mark, almost as if it was in slow motion, begin to shoot a glob of cum into David's open mouth. I shuddered as my climax reached a fever pitch as I watched spurt after spurt of Mark's semen land in and around David's mouth and as he swirled his tongue around the throbbing spurting tip, Gina let out a soft scream of ecstasy.

And ecstasy it was, as we all came together, cum from Mark's penis drenched David's lips and chin and Gina took a scoop on her finger and held it up to my lips and I eagerly licked it off. As the fire within us all became somewhat quenched, we all collapsed on the bed, a twisted maze of bodies. There we lay for about ten minutes, all breathing heavily. As Gina was the first to stir, I realized how hot we all were and the passion, although more subdued, was still present in all of us. Gina slipped out from under David and as I lay back against the pillows, Gina positioned herself over me and I was soon lapping away at her pussy. I thrilled at the taste of David's semen that was flowing out. As David stirred and sat up to watch Gina, Mark began to kiss and caress my cheek. I turned my head and buried my cum coated tongue into his lips and he eagerly shared the fruit of David and Gina's love juice.

I tapped Gina on the backside and the signal was understood as she then straddled her husband's face and he eagerly lapped at her flowing pussy. I watched as I escaped from beneath Gina and melted into David's arms right beside Mark and Gina. I grasped hold of Mark's flaccid penis and began to pump him back to life. As I did so, I went down to take him in my mouth and I pulled David down with me. We both licked and lapped at Mark's cock and I thrilled to see my husband licking Mark's balls and sliding his tongue up and down the shaft. This made me so hot that I directed the now hardening shaft up into his mouth and just went wild watching my husband, Mark's cum still glistening on his lips and chin, suck on Mark's penis again.

"Suck him baby, suck him, yes, baby that's so hot, suck his hot cock, take him into your mouth, yes, baby, feel how hard he is in your mouth...oh god baby, that's just the hottest fucking thing, suck it some more, harder baby, harder."

Gina was mouthing off as well as she heard me go wild, "Oh yes Mark, suck that cum out of me, taste his cum in my pussy."

Gina's sordid words must have gotten to Mark, because within moments I saw his butt tense and as David had about half of Mark's hard shaft in his mouth, I could see him swallowing the load that Mark was shooting into his mouth. And, within seconds, I saw cum trickling out of the corner of my husband's mouth. I leaned in and began to kiss the corner of my husband's lips getting a taste of the cum Mark was feeding my husband. That sent me over the edge again and I felt a powerful climax wash throughout my body. And as I began to come down, Gina went off with a powerful orgasm of her own.

We all went absolutely limp and because a heaving pile of flesh on the bed. It was quite awhile before anyone stirred at all, but when we finally did, I heard a giggle from Gina and that put us all in fit of hilarious laughter. 

David and I spent the next two days with Gina and Mark. It was the best time we had ever had and we learned a lot about our sexuality. And, we are looking forward to our next trip to visit Gina and Mark.



On The Road: A Femdom Story



Let me start by telling you a little about myself. I am 41 years old and live in a suburb of Dallas. I am 5' 7", with blue eyes, a 36D chest and sexy legs that can really wrap around a guy-or girl, depending on my mood. I have blond hair on top and none below.

I am dominant and bisexual. I have a regular boyfriend and two girlfriends with whom I enjoy playing. I like having them do things to each other and to me. I also like having them do things when I am not around, just to help them remember that I'm in control of them.

This story is about what I do to my boyfriend and what I have him do when he travels. The next time, I will tell you more about what I do with him and my girlfriends when they are here.

My boyfriend, I'll call him Brian, is a few years older than me. He's overweight, but I've been helping him lose weight. I dominate him when he is with me as well as when he is away.

He travels on business several days a month, mostly in the southeast. I used to give him things to do on his trips to keep him thinking of me and to remind him that I am in control of his body when he's not with me as well as when he is. When he left on his trips, I would give him manila envelopes, one for each day that he was gone, telling him what I expected of him each day. He was to email me each night and report what he did and what happened when he did it.

What's wrong with this situation you might ask? Easy. I had no way to verify whether he was following my instructions. Sure, when he came home, I could, but not while he was away.

The solution came one day when I was talking with a fellow domme, Susan, online. I've never met her face to face, but we've talked online for several months now. She lives in Atlanta, where my boyfriend goes about once every three months.

"Let me help you out," she said. "When will he be here next?"

"In a couple of weeks." I answered.

"How long will he be here?"

I looked at his calendar. He faxes me a copy every day. It's something I insist on. "He'll be there on a Tuesday and flying back out on Friday," I said.

"Let's work out something to check on him," she said.

We talked back and forth the next two weeks. We agreed that she and two girlfriends would check on him. We discussed his limits, my limits and the instructions I would give him ahead of time. We agreed that I would not tell him in advance that I was going to have someone else check on him.

As I let him out at the airport on Tuesday morning, I told him that I had left one envelope in his briefcase and two in his suitcase. "Open the one in the briefcase this afternoon, as soon as you leave your meeting," I said. I grabbed his nipple through his shirt and twisted it. "Do you understand," I asked.

He looked down, and said, "Yes, ma'am." He had no idea what I had planned for him.

I then grabbed his cock through his trousers, twisted, it and said, "Have a good week. Keep thinking of me. You must cum once in the airplane bathroom on your flight up, but not for the rest of the week. Understand," I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, not having a clue about what was in store for him.

"I'll wait for your email tonight," I said. He left the car and went into the airport, still not suspecting anything out of the ordinary.

Late that afternoon, he went to the restroom in the office building in which he had his last meeting. He opened his briefcase and took out the manila envelope I had placed in it. Upon opening it, he read this note. "Hello, slave. Do what I say and you will have an interesting evening. Take the string in here and bind your balls, then lace it up your cock. Tie it tightly enough that you won't be able to cum with it on. Then, take the butt plug-that was also in the envelope-and insert it."

There was still nothing unusual here. He was used to reading such notes from me.

The note than told him to go to a bar at a location on Peachtree Street. "When you get there, open the white envelope in here." Still nothing too unusual.

I had no doubt that he would make it to the bar. I sometimes called him at a bar where I told him to go. He wouldn't want to miss such a call. When he got to the bar and opened the white envelope, he read the following note, "If you see a woman in a red dress in the bar, go up to her and tell her your name. If she gives you instructions, do what she says." Still not unusual; I often had him approach women. Sure enough, there was a woman in a red dress in the bar. She was a beautiful brunette, with small breasts, but with a dress cut low enough that she could see almost all that she had to offer. He went up to her.

"Hi, I'm Brian," he said, expecting nothing more than a brush off. This time he was wrong.

"Hello, Brian, I'm your mistress for the evening," she said. Actually, she was a friend of Susan's. In fact, she was normally a sub to Susan.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was not what he was expecting at all. She then gave him a code word. It was a code word that I had given him months earlier. That she knew the word meant that she had my permission to have control over his body. He was surprised, but to his credit, he did not let on.

"Let's go to a booth," she said. She pointed to a booth on the side of the room.

Once there, she said, "I want to see your cock, and it had better be properly wrapped." Brian paled. It wasn't.

She pointed down. "Unzip," she said. He blanched, hesitated and then slowly removed his cock. The lady in red reached down and took in her hand. He had not wrapped it as he had been instructed.

"Not smart," she said. "Now, I instruct you to take this little cup," she handed him a cup of the sort in which restaurants often served butter, "to the restroom, masturbate into it and bring it back to me."

Now, Brian had a dilemma. I had told him he could not cum after he left the airplane. I had also told him that he had to obey the woman in the red dress who was now telling him to cum into the cup. To his credit, he did what the woman in the red dress told him. He took the cup to the restroom and returned fifteen minutes later. He handed her the cup filled with a white sticky gel.

She looked at him and said. "Didn't your mistress tell you not to cum until after you returned from your trip?"

He froze. His eyes got big. He had been so focused on obeying the goddess in red that he had completely forgotten my instructions. He cast his eyes down towards the table top and said, "I am sorry, ma'am. I forgot."

"Not good, Brian," she said. I expect Mistress Rachel-it was the first time she had used my name-will be unhappy. Of course, just as Susan and I had planned, he was going to violate one of my instructions whatever he did. "I suggest you report your failure to her tonight." With those few words, she told Brian that she knew me and that he was in trouble whatever he did for the rest of the trip.

She had ordered a Vodka Collins for him in his absence. She took the little plastic cup from him, picked up a spoon and carefully, and in view of all the other patrons of the bar, scraped the contest into his drink. She stirred it and gave it to him. She told him he had five minutes to consume it. He put it to his lips and sipped. He looked at his watch, drank again.

Brian had once told me that he would never take the cum of another man-it was one of his limits-but he had not told me that he would never drink his own. I was taking advantage of this when though Susan's surrogate, I made him drink his own. I loved reading about it in his email that evening. To his credit, he was very explicit.

That evening, I raised the level of my domination over him. The next night I sent him to another bar. This time a woman in a black miniskirt met him. She was one of Susan's fellow dommes. She pushed his limits even further than the previous evening. But it was nothing like what he faced the third night.

The third night Susan herself met him at a bar. She is a tall blond with a prominent chest. She was wearing an emerald green dress with a slit in front that went almost up to paradise. He didn't know it, but the dress, and her 'fuck me' four-inch heels were all that she wore.

When Brian approached her, she gave him the codeword and an emailed note from me. It said, "This is Mistress Susan. I have given you to her tonight. You are to do whatever she says. You won't have to email me tonight since you won't be back to your room until noon tomorrow. When you've finished reading this note, tell her, 'I submit to you, Mistress Susan,' then do whatever she says. She will report to me after you leave to come home. Make me proud."

He read the note, turned to the beautiful blond and said, "I submit to you, Mistress Susan," and his night of terror and pleasure began.

Following the plans we had discussed by email, Susan put him in her car and had him immediately strip. She took his clothes and put them in the trunk. He then was completely at her mercy. She handed him a string and told him to tie his balls and cock, just like I had told him to do the first day. This time, he did it.

She then handed him a blindfold. He put it on. Finally, she handed him a butt plug. Even though he couldn't see, he managed to put it where it belonged. She then gave him two earplugs and told him to put them in his ear. He did. Finally, shouting, she told him to lean forward in the seat and put his hands behind his back. When he did, she bound his hands behind him.

After a half hour drive, she arrived at her house. She could have parked in the garage, but chose to stay in the driveway instead. She went around to his side of the car and opened the door. He felt the cool night air as she led him, naked, from the car through the yard-he felt the grass beneath his feet-and up the steps into her house. He, of course, had no idea where he was or who was watching him, but knew he was outdoors.

Once inside, she shoved took him through the house and into her bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed and tied his feet, spread to the maximum, to the lower posts of her bed. She then untied his hands and retied them to the posts at the top of her bed. He was now spread-eagle and helpless on the bed. Susan mounted him and fucked him. Another pussy placed itself on his face.

He had no way of knowing that it was the brunette from his first day there. Both women pleasured themselves without ceasing until they came multiple times. Mindful of his earlier failure, he tried desperately not to cum himself. He succeeded until a third woman, the domme from the night before took his cock in her mouth. She would not be denied.

When he came, she took his reluctant offering in her mouth. After his cock became limp, she moved up to his mouth and kissed him deeply, depositing his own cum into his mouth. At first, he resisted, but reconsidered and swallowed. It was the second time in three days that he had been made to swallow him own cum.

The three women then untied his hands and feet and rolled him over, retying him face down. They spent the next hour spanking and whipping his ass and legs. When he was sufficiently red, they put him back on his back and tied him again. They put clamps on his nipples and tugged on the string that still bound his cock and balls. Eventually, they got a ping-pong paddle and spanked his genitals. It was excruciating for him, but he learned a valuable lesson: I am in charge, even when he is on the road.

Finally, they removed one of his earplugs and put a telephone to his ear. I was on the other end. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked. After a long pause, he gave the right answer.

"If it pleases you, mistress," he said.

"It does, slave Brian," I answered. "Have you learned something?" I asked. "I want you to remember that I am in charge of you at all times."

Yes, mistress," he said. "I have, and I apologize for letting you down." He had, after all, failed to properly bind his cock and balls the first day and he had cum twice without my permission.

"Good, slave," I said. "Your apology is important to me, but you still need to remember that disappointing me, has a price."

"Yes, Mistress, I realize that. I've paid the price and I've deserved it."

"You're only half right, slave. You do deserve it, but you've not yet paid the price. Mistress Susan will put you on your plane at noon tomorrow. She will give you an envelope then. Open it as soon as the plane is in the air. Your punishment will begin then. Don't disappointment me this time."

"I heard him gulp, the say, "I won't mistress. I won't."

"Good, I know you won't. You will be at the mercies of Mistress Susan until Noon. Have a good evening. Enjoy yourself."

As Susan's email told me later, he didn't, but she and her friends did.

Brian lives near Dallas, but travels to south Florida twice a month, to Atlanta once every three months and to other places in the southeast. If you would like to help me monitor my slave in the future, just email me. We need to talk.



On The Road Again



It's a long straight stretch of road; not another car in either direction for quite some time. With my lady asleep in the back seat its hard to stay awake as we make our way into upper Canada. I was surprised she agreed to go fishing with me, but the load of books she brought along pretty much explained her plans.

I rounded a corner and almost hit the kid on the shoulder. I swerved away from him and hit the brakes. He ran up alongside the car and I rolled down the window. "Sorry, man," I said," I didn't see you around the curve."

"No problem," he grinned, "You missed me. How about a lift?" 

He seemed safe enough, maybe early twenties, a bit smaller than me. I could use the conversation I thought, and popped the lock on the door. He climbed in, buckled up and we were back on the road.

He had noticed my girl in the back, so we kept our voices low. He turned out to be from near the area I was headed to, hitching home from college for a few weeks. We talked about where the locals fished, places the motel owner probably wouldn't send me to. As we drove my lady slept soundly, spred out on the seat.

I noticed he was having a hard time not looking in the back as we talked. I adjusted the mirror and saw what had caught his eye. Her blouse had come unbuttoned and her breast was completely exposed.

"She has a great set, doesn't she?" I asked him. He seemed surprised, but answered that she did. "Firm too," I said, "like a woman half her age. And she loves to show them off, rarely bothers with a bra." He turned in the seat to get a better view. "Can you reach her?" I asked. "Go ahead, give it a squeeze."

He leaned back over the seat and couldn't quite touch her. He unbuckled his seat belt and stretched his arm out again. This time he was able to get a nice handful of tit, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He yanked his hand back like he was burned when she moaned. "Hahaha," I laughed, "She sleeps like a fucking log, that won't wake her up. She'll cum in her pants first. Go ahead"

Eagerly he reached for her again, giving her a more forceful squeeze this time. She moaned again, and rolled slightly. Her blouse fell wide open and both jugs were out now. "Pinch her nipples," I told him, "She loves that."

He was kneeling on the seat now, both hands on her tits, rubbing the smooth firm flesh. He took a nipple between his fingers and gave a little pinch; she groaned and shifted her hips on the seat. "I wonder what she's dreaming now," I laughed, "Probably a nice thick cock in her mouth." It was tough to drive and watch them, but I was doing my best to keep the car on the road. "Pinch her again."

He was working her tits pretty good now, and she was sure enjoying it. I wasn't kidding about her boobs; they are huge and stand up nicely, with big pink nipples. "Why don't you see how wet she is?" I said. "I bet her pants are soaked."

"Oh, yeh," he gasped, "Her pussy is dripping."

"Great, rub it for her," I said, "Let's see her cum in her sleep."

She had a pair of loose running shorts on, the light nylon kind. I readjusted the mirror to watch him rub her crotch, and I could see the material darken as she wet it. Damn, it was hard staying on the road. He pushed her legs apart a bit more and got his hand between them. She moaned louder, and arched her back. He stopped, looking from her to me. "Oh, she's out like a light," I said," Car rides put her to sleep, don't worry. Do what you want with her cunt."

That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed the leg of her shorts aside and slid his fingers into her panties. "Do you like your pussy hairless?" I laughed. " She keeps it as clean as a teen. I love the way her lips look when they are wet with her cum." He lifted the fabric to look at her slit. "Fucking beautiful," he grunted, "Fucking beautiful."

I grinned into the mirror; he wasn't the first guy completely taken by my baby's cunt, with its gorgeous pink lips and swollen clit. 

"She likes her clit teased too, if you really want to see her go. Just roll it in your fingers and stand back." He did just that, and her ass came right off the seat. This time he didn't shy away, but stayed right on her button. Her mouth was wide open, and a stain was spreading on the seat. "Jesus," he whispered, "My fucking hand is soaked!"

"Congratulations!" I said, "She just squirted! You made her cum in her sleep."

"No shit," he said, "fucking ay. What's she gonna do when she wakes up all wet?"

"Nothing," I told him, "It won't be the first time she's had a wet dream. That's one horny woman there."

"Hey, I bet you got one hell of a hard on right now. I fucking do. Why don't you climb back there, carefully, and take care of it."

"How do I do that?" he asked. "What ever you want, why don't you jerk off on her tits."

"Are you kidding?" he asked. "Why would I kid you now?" I said. "There's no way she'll wake up, and you can clean her up when you're done."

I thought he was going to kick me in the face diving in the backseat. It took him a moment to get himself set on the seat, and pulled his zipper down. Too bad she was asleep, he had a pretty good sized dick, with the big purple head she likes to wrap her lips around. He started stroking his cock, slowly at first, then quicker as he stared at her tits. He leaned forward and rubbed his cock on her nipple, leaving a smear of pre-cum on it. 

Holding on to the back of the seat for support he pounded his fist up and down on his rod. He threw his head back and bit his lip to stay quiet. Suddenly a huge jet of sperm splashed onto her chest, followed by another. He kept pumping and a third shot hit her right on the chin. He shook the last drops off onto her. "Wipe it off on her lips." I told him, "Bet she licks it off." He rubbed his cock across her mouth, leaving his last drops of cum on her lips. He sat back, and in a moment her tongue slipped out and she licked her lips. Did I know my woman or what??

"What do I clean her up with?" he asked. "Don't worry about it, just get back up here for now." He tucked his cock back into his pants and climbed over the seat. As he settled in he looked back at her, sound asleep, with rivers of cum dripping off her breasts. "Shit," he said, "No one will ever believe this."

"Nope, they won't," I said, "But you know its true. Hey, I think our turn is up here a little bit, so let's get your gear together"

"Hey, thanks for the ride, man," he said as he got out of the car glancing into the back seat again. "Oh, no, thanks for entertaining my girl," I said, "It's been a long boring trip for her. Maybe a good dream made it better." I pulled away from the roadside, rapidly leaving him behind.

"So, that was fun." a voice from behind me said. "I was having so much trouble staying asleep," she giggled."I wanted to see his cock so badly. Mmmm, he tasted good too"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, babe. I can't tell you how many times I nearly ran off the fucking road."

"Oh, you're such a good driver." she laughed. "Let me find a towel and I'll climb up there with you. I bet you've got a hell of a hard on that needs to be taken care of too. Are you up for a little road head?"

"Oh, I'm up all right, get your ass up here!"

As she settled in to her seat, tugging at my belt, she reminded me of our deal. "Don't forget, on the way home I drive, and maybe we'll find a girl hitching so you can sleep." She buried her face in my lap and I just grinned as we sped down the road.



On the Road Again



My father died shortly after I graduated from high school. He was a good man who always treated Mom and me with kindness. A hard-working trucker, he was on the road most of the time. Whenever he was at home, our house was filled with laughter. Dad's trucker buddies were around a lot of the time. I was just a kid and didn't think anything of it. I didn't know that Dad liked to watch them fuck my beautiful mother.

Dad had faults that I didn't become aware of until after his death. He loved to throw money around while having a good time. He was fond of that old cliché, "You can't take it with you." Well, he must have taken it with him because he certainly didn't leave anything behind; our bank account balance was a measly twenty dollars. I guess he thought he would live forever because he had not bothered to take out a life insurance policy.

I told Mom not to worry because I would get a job and support us both. But she had too much pride for that. Dad had taught her how to drive a big rig so she decided to become a trucker. She certainly didn't look the part. She was the prettiest woman in town. When she walked down Main Street, men drooled and their envious wives whispered "Shame on the hussy." When she strutted down the street on her long legs, her big tits, unfettered by a bra, jiggled like mounds of Jello. At the barbershop, the men would rush to the window to catch a glimpse of her and then return to their seats with bulging crotches.

As I waved her good-bye on her first long-haul, I wondered what the future held for both of us. I immediately set out in search of a job, but in a small town like Centerville, there were not many available. The mill that had been the engine of our economy had gone bankrupt. Even our single supermarket did not need bag boys. If I couldn't even get a job as a lowly bag boy, what would I do? My money was going fast and I was getting desperate.

After two months on the road, Mom suddenly returned home. She was badly shaken but she would not tell me what had happened. She had certainly had a very bad experience of some kind, but she kept me in the dark. I never did find out what had happened, but, whatever it was, it certainly changed my life. I was puzzled at Mom's reaction when I told her I hadn't found a job; she seemed pleased!

A couple of days passed, and then over breakfast one morning, Mom told me about her plan. We would go into the trucking business together. She would teach me to drive a big rig and then we would travel the country as business partners. The law requires truckers to rest a minimum of six hours a day, but if a truck has two drivers, one can rest while the other drives. Theoretically, we could keep our rig rolling twenty-four hours a day. And time is money. But I saw right through Mom's plan. It was clear that she really wanted me along for protection.

Having little choice, I agreed to Mom's plan. I've always been a quick learner so it only took her a couple of weeks to teach me how to drive the truck. We set out on our first long-haul the same day I got my trucker's license. Mom's prediction that we would be successful came true. We didn't have any trouble getting loads. We specialized in hauling vegetables, a highly perishable commodity. Dispatchers always preferred to consign shipments to a truck with two drivers so they would arrive at their destinations sooner. If all else failed, Mom wouldn't hesitate to get down on her knees and give a dispatcher a blow job in exchange for a consignment. I didn't find out about that until much later, though.

But you aren't reading this to learn about the trucking business, and you are probably wishing that I would get to the sex. It happened on a run from Georgia to Chicago with a load of peaches. Somewhere in Kentucky, Mom and I stopped at a truck stop to get a hot meal, and there at the counter, Mom ran into an old friend. Red was one of those ruggedly-handsome men that women are attracted to for inexplicable reasons. I could tell by the way those two grinned at each other that they had been more than just friends at one time.

"Son, why don't you go ahead and have a nice thick steak and a big baked potato," Mom said. "I'm really not as hungry as I thought I was. Red and I are going to take a walk and talk about the good old days."

Jealousy reared its ugly head as I watched Mom and Red stroll across the parking lot. She was wearing a pair of jeans that clung to her ass like a second skin. When she wanted to get a man's attention, she swung that beautiful butt from side to side in the most seductive manner. That's how she was walking beside Red, swinging that fine ass back and forth like a street-walking whore.

I had an excellent steak with all the trimmings, but I hardly tasted it. All I could think about was my beautiful mother and her companion. Until then, I had been the only man in Mom's life. I dawdled over my dessert, and then my coffee. Every few seconds, my eyes scanned the parking lot in search of my mother. I could tell by the scowl on my waiter's face that he wanted me to leave so someone else could have my table. Feeling very unwelcome, I decided to return to the truck and take a nap. After leaving a generous tip to make up for hogging the table, I headed across the parking lot.

As I stepped up onto the running board and reached for the handle, I noticed that the light in the sleeping compartment was on. The curtain separating the front seats from the compartment had not been fully closed. I shifted my position until I could see inside. I was shocked to see Mom's beautiful blonde head bobbing on Red's cock. My worst fears had been realized!

Mom lifted her head and jacked the limp member with her hand. She jacked and sucked, jacked and sucked, but nothing she did could make it hard. She even tried rubbing her tits against it. Nothing worked. When my beautiful mother sat up, I got my first good look at her tits. They were absolutely stunning. As big as cantaloupes, they were capped with large brown nipples. My mouth watered when I saw how perfect her nips were. In spite of my jealousy, my cock began to strain against the cloth of my jeans.

Mom was very unhappy about something, and she seemed to be taking it out on her lover. Meanwhile, I kept getting harder and harder. I had to do something to alleviate the stress that my cock was under. I glanced around and saw no one, so I lowered my pants and pulled my cock up against my belly. The temptation to masturbate was so great that I couldn't resist. I stood there and stared at my mother's cans as I jacked my ten-inch cock.

Red's legs disappeared from sight but Mom continued to scold him. As I caught a glimpse of her bushy cunt, my heart raced with excitement. "What kind of a man would jack off in a public parking lot while ogling his mother's naked body?" I asked myself. Before I had a chance to shoot, Red came stumbling out of the sleeping compartment. He was half-dressed and obviously in a big hurry to get away from Mom. I jumped back out of sight just in time and pulled up my pants as Red stomped across the parking lot.

I was thoroughly shaken by the experience. I waited awhile to give Mom time to dress and then opened the door. She was sitting in the passenger seat pretending to sleep. "Ready to go, Mom?" I asked. She nodded her head, so I started the engine and headed the big rig toward the Interstate. We had only gone a couple of miles when Mom went crazy.

"That son-of-a-bitch shot his load in less than a minute and left me high and dry, and then I couldn't get him back up. I am so horny that I think I will lose my mind if I don't get a fucking this very instant. I need a cock and it will have to be yours, son. Pull over and let's get to it."

I had fantasized about fucking Mom hundreds of times but I never imagined that fantasy would become reality. A sign emerged out of the darkness that announced, "Rest Stop 1 Mile".

"Are you sure about this, Mom?

"Yes, honey, I'm sure."

"Then I'll go to the rest stop. It will be safer there."

Mom climbed into the sleeping compartment as I glided up the ramp to the rest stop. I drove to the back where Mom and I would have privacy, then I joined her in back. What a glorious sight she was! She was stretched out naked on the bed, her hand busily working her pussy.

"Come on, son. Don't keep me waiting."

I was shaking like a leaf as I unbuttoned my shirt. By the time I kicked off my shoes, my cock was at half-mast. By the time I pulled off my jeans, it was nearly hard, and when I pulled down my jockeys it sprang up like a striking cobra.

"Oh, my God, Son. I knew you were big, but I had no idea how big because I've never seen you hard. I've never had one that big. Come and give it to me."

As I mounted my own mother, all I could think about was how I would measure up. If I shot my load prematurely the way Red had, how could I ever face her again?

"Now don't be afraid, son. I know you are nervous. What man wouldn't be when he's fucking his own mother for the first time? Just relax and think of me as someone else."

And then the head of my cock was working its way into her tightness. Inch by inch my shaft sank into her warmth. Red's essence coating the walls of her cunt made penetration easier. I only had three or four inches in her and she was already going crazy.

"Oh, honey, that feels wonderful! Give me that big fucker! Make me feel like a woman again. Oh, yes, I can feel it against my clit. The head of that fucker is as big as one of those Georgia peaches in back. Push it all the way in to my baby maker."

I began pumping my cock in and out of her tight tunnel. The going got easier as her cuntal juices flowed. She raked her sharp fingernails up my ass and back, not hard enough to do any damage but hard enough to get my attention. Her long legs locked around mine, and then moved higher to capture me around the waist. I pressed my cheek against her dewy forehead and felt her hot breath puffing against my neck.

"OH, MY GOD, SON. YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ALREADY! WHAT A MAN YOU ARE! YES! UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..I'M CUMMING!"

I felt like a king as Mom bucked up against me. I had satisfied her on my very first attempt! My fear of a premature ejaculation had been unfounded. With renewed confidence, I pumped my dick into her harder and faster. I had had very little sexual experience. When the girls saw the size of my cock, they usually went in the other direction. My experience had been limited to a few hand and blow jobs. Yes, it's true - Mom gave me my first pussy.

Mom had always been a strong woman, and driving a big rig had made her even stronger, so I wasn't surprised when she easily flipped me onto my back and mounted me. "I want to ride you for awhile," she said. She slowly impaled herself on my cock and began posting. I liked that position even better than being on top because I could look at her beautiful breasts. She slapped the big, fruity tits against my face until I captured a swollen nipple in my mouth.

"Oh, yes, honey. Suck my tits. I love to have them sucked. I used to get so horny when you sucked them as a baby. I masturbated while you sucked. It felt so good."

I went back and forth between Mom's delicious nipples as she fucked the daylights out of me. I didn't have to do anything but lay there and enjoy myself. My confidence soared with each passing moment. Mom rode me for fifteen minutes, then twenty, then twenty-five. Every five minutes or so, her beautiful body was racked by a powerful orgasm. So much juice ran out of her cunt that it trickled down into the crack of my ass. But all good things must come to an end. "Oh, Mom, I'm losing it. I can't hold it in any longer. I'm going to cum, Mom."

"YES, SON, THAT'S IT! WE'LL CUM TOGETHER. SHOOT YOUR HOT LOAD INTO ME! AHHHHHHHHH..YES!"

On our very first fuck, Mom and I came together. We lay side by side, panting for air like fish out of water. I didn't know what to say. What does a man say to his mother after he has fucked her for the first time? I probably said something lame like, "Thanks, Mom, it was great."

"Tom, I think we should stop calling each other "Mom" and "son". It's just too weird to call the man who is fucking me "son". From now on, I'll call you Tom and you call me Mary."

We rested for awhile and then she began stroking my cock. I knew then that the party wasn't over. "My God, Tom, it's been years since I had a workout like that. I should have taken you on years ago. You're Dad wanted me to. He wanted to watch you fuck me, can you imagine that? He was always bringing his buddies around to fuck me. He loved to jack off while he watched one, two, or even three guys give it to me. He didn't force me to do it. I loved it."

My cock was almost hard again. Mom lowered her pretty head and took it in her warm, wet mouth. We adjusted our positions for comfort and then Mom really went to it. She varied the strokes so that I never knew what was coming next. She sucked hard and then soft, shallow and then deep, and all the while, her head swung from side to side. The few blow jobs that I had had were amateurish by comparison. While she blew me, I fondled her big tits.

"Oh, Mom..er..Mary, I can't last much longer. Maybe you better stop now, Mom..I mean Mary. OH, GOD, MARY, LOOK OUT I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH! AHHHHHHH!"

And then there were two firsts: I called my mother by name for the first time, and I came in her mouth for the first time. The orgasm was incredibly intense. I saw stars and momentarily lost my sense of hearing because of the roar in my ears. Mom sucked like a hungry calf until she had drained every drop from my balls.

Lost in our own thoughts, we lay in silence for a long time. Mom finally broke the silence. "Well, Tom, I guess we had better get rolling before those peaches rot."

Mom and I had a great life after that. Our trucking business prospered. It seemed like the more fucking she and I did, the more business we got. I was not Mom's exclusive lover. From time to time, she liked to take on other men for variety. But she told me that I was her favorite, and I believe she meant it.



On The Road Again



My wife, Marlene, and I had spent the weekend in Pensacola and were on our way back home to Tampa when we decided to stop at the next rest area.  We had already been on the road for almost three hours and had almost that many more to go.  The rest area was situated on a high hill (high for Florida) nestled in an grove of towering oak trees covered with Spanish moss; it overlooked a saw grass prairie that stretched for miles to the distant tree line.  

I opened the car door for my wife of over four years and was treated to the beautiful sight of her new spring flower print, bikini panties as she opened her legs to get out.  Of course I had seen them earlier that morning before we left the motel and several times along the highway as we enjoyed a little playful petting to break up the monotony of long stretches of desolate Florida highway.   I never tired of that little pleasure in life and enjoyed it as often as possible.  Marlene seemed to enjoy showing off for me as much as I enjoyed seeing her.

After using the restrooms we held hands and walked across the grassy knoll to stretch our legs and enjoy the aroma of the blooming Oleander and Hysteria.  We saw a man walking a beautiful, obviously young, Irish setter coming in our direction; it may have been the dog walking the man, it was hard to tell.  As they got closer Marlene asked the man if she could pet his dog; he readily agreed and moved closer to us.

Even though she was wearing a rather short skirt Marlene squatted down to pet the overly friendly, overly energetic, young dog.  She was not against giving a deserving stranger a quick peek and a man who loved animals certainly qualified as a deserving stranger.  As she began talking to the dog, rubbing its ears and head, the dog tried to jump on her which, in turn, sent her sprawling backwards onto the grass with a rather loud shriek.  Her legs were spread wide open, her skirt went up, and the dog's owner and I both got a beautiful view of her new spring flower print, bikini panties.  

The dog's owner wasn't sure just what to do, enjoy the beautiful sight, help her up-since he was the closest to her, or turn away like a gentleman until she recover her dignity.  

He offered his hand saying, "I'm so sorry.  I'm trying to train him to be more disciplined but he is so full of energy.  Are you okay?"

Marlene stood up with his help by the time I got close enough to help then she brushed the back of her skirt, "I'm fine, just a little hurt dignity over showing a complete stranger my ...ah, everything." She said with a chuckle.

The man added, "Well I think you handled it with your dignity completely intact."

He held out his hand again to Marlene, "I'm Com....uh, Ted and this is my buddy, Riley.  Sorry I've been trying to break the habit of using my rank since I retired.  Old habits are hard to break."

Ted was a six foot, fiftyish man with a very obvious military bearing wearing a faded Naval Academy tee shirt and class ring. 

 I offered my hand, "I'm Will and this beautiful woman is my wife, Marlene."

We stood in the shade of one of the Spanish moss laden oak trees and talked for several minutes.  Ted had retired several months earlier as a Lieutenant Commander after twenty-eight years in the Navy.  He bought a motor home to tour the country before deciding where to live and settle down.

Marlene continued to pet the dog as she also listened to Ted and I talk then she interrupted with, "Guys I hate to break this up but I am getting hungry and it will be a ways down the highway before we find a place."

Ted immediately injected, "I have some fresh barbecue I'm keeping warm in the oven.  Why don't you guys join me?"  

Then he looked at Marlene saying, "I know Riley would love for you to stay." motioning towards the young setter licking her face.

The motor home was very nice and somewhat roomy but still close quarters.  Until we got settled around the small table there was plenty of brushing against each other.  Well, let me put it another way, both Ted and I found it necessary to brush against Marlene as we moved about and it was easy to tell she enjoyed it by the way her hard nipples pressed against the light fabric of her top.  
Her top was really just a piece of fabric attached to a cord around her neck and another one around her waist with the back and sides completely open.  As she moved her arms away from her body the sides of her breasts were often exposed.

Another exciting event occurred when Marlene came out of the small bathroom and Riley stuck his nose up her skirt and into her crotch.  She squealed loudly and pushed his head away as Ted turned to see the cause of the commotion.  Ted immediately scolded him and motioned for him to go to his bed.

Marlene tried to lessen his concern with, "Well he certainly knows how to make a girl smile."

Everyone chuckled then Ted added, "I wish I could get by with some of the antics he pulls."

Marlene looked him in the eye and asked, "Are you absolutely sure you cannot get away with them or are you just being too much of a gentleman?" 

Ted blushed and replied, "Like I said, old habits are hard to break."

Over a delicious barbeque lunch we got to know more about our new friend and his dog, Riley, who sat beside Marlene with his head in her lap.  I could tell that her interest in Ted was building as she sat on his side of the small table and exchanged touches during the conversation.  Marlene and I had opened our relationship to others from time to time; sometimes it would be with an interesting woman we had met and sometimes, like this time with Ted, it would be with an interesting man.

When he chided Marlene about the early mishap with Riley that left her exposed she responded, "Well at least I remembered to wear my panties today."

Ted came back with, "Yes and they were very appropriate for the season too."

Everyone laughed a good natured laugh and this time no one blushed or felt uncomfortable.

I could tell Marlene wanted to get the conversation on a different track, a more adult track, "So is it true what they say about sailors, a girl in every port?"

Ted thoughtfully replied, "Well when you have been at sea for weeks, even months, at a time you have to make sure you maintain all systems.  The oil has to be changed and the pipes have to be cleaned so sludge doesn't build up."  

Marlene wasn't going to let that go and asked, "So do you have to turn to highly experienced professionals or can anyone do that type of required maintenance?"

I chuckled as Ted wiggled in his seat at her brashness then admitted, "Well luckily there are experienced people around our local Embassies who are willing to help sailors in distress.  Or we are invited to parties by local dignitaries when our ships bring hundreds of sailors with money to spend to their ports."

Marlene then asked, "Would it offend your sensibilities as an officer and a gentleman if you were invited to join ...ahh, a married couple for routine maintenance?"

Without missing a beat he quickly replied, "Absolutely not.  I have had some experience with couples but I must warn you, I am absolutely straight."

I chuckled, "I assure you I am also absolutely straight but Marlene does enjoy a double penetration from time to time."

Ted stood up and removed the dishes from the small table and stored the food in the fridge.  Marlene moved to the end of the bench seat so when he turned back towards the table she moved her hand to the very obvious bulge in his shorts. I raised my eye brows as he smiled at me.

Marlene asked, "Should I begin routine maintenance now?"

It was a rhetorical question and obviously needed no answer.  Ted reached down and unfastened his shorts and lowered his zipper.  Marlene slid his shorts and navy issue boxers down as he raised his tee shirt over his head.  She ran her hands up his torso before taking his almost erect cock in her hand to inspect, or maybe to admire, the equipment.

She smiled and mentioned, "I love it when they wear a turtleneck." referring to the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock.

She lowered her head and flicked the excess skin with her tongue.  I could only sit and watch as she took charge of the maintenance operation and Ted untied the cord that held her top around her neck.  With her breasts bare he began lightly pinching and twisting her hard nipples which she loved.  She always claimed that her nipples were hard wired directly to her cunt-she never liked the word "pussy".

She had Ted's foreskin skinned back and her tongue circled the glans of his engorged purple head.  Ted's eyes were closed and his face showed he was straining to maintain control.

"If you don't stop that I will blow my wad all over you." He said straining.

Marlene looked up at him saying, "We need to drain all the old fluid out so we can replace it with new fluid."

I was both jealous and envious of the attention he was getting then his purple head disappeared in her mouth as her head began to bob up and down on his shaft.  He rested his hands on her head as she engulfed him again and again.  A loud moan escaped his mouth as he let go and flooded my wife's mouth with his creamy fluid.  Marlene didn't miss a drop as her cheeks dimpled from the suction needed to completely drain him.

"I'm sorry I was so quick.  It has been sometime since I have enjoyed such pleasure." He almost staggered backward to lean against the fridge trying to catch his breath.

Marlene assured him, "Don't worry about that I'll have your systems back up and running in no time."

 Marlene stood up then leaned against the end of the table and lifted her skirt, "Would you like to stop and smell the flowers, my spring flowers?"

Ted quickly moved to his knees and pushed his face into her crotch to inhale the scent of her "spring flowers" before lowering her panties over her sweet ass and long shapely legs.  Once she stepped out of her panties she handed them to me as Ted lifted her feet to his shoulders and opened her legs to enjoy the sight of her open cunt.

Marlene lay back on the table supported by her elbows and gave me a chance to play with and kiss her rigid nipples while Ted obviously enjoyed the taste and aroma of her sweet juices.  She used her feet on his shoulders to give her leverage to grind her pelvis into his face as his tongue worked its magic.

Marlene had the ability to experience what she called mini-orgasms one after another building up to a major orgasm that would explode in every cell of her body.  She was well on her journey when I stood beside the table and rubbed my engorged cock over her nipples.  Her head moved from side to side, grunts escaped her lips, and her hands pulled the head between her legs closer into her crotch.  Squishing sounds could be heard between the sounds of her grunts as she moved closer and closer to her explosion.

Finally she gasped, "Oh god that was wonderful!" as she pushed Ted's head from her cunt and set back up with her feet back on the floor.

I untied the bottom cord and removed her top completely as Ted regained his feet.  It was easy to see that enjoying the taste and scent of Marlene's cunt was enough to recharge the blood needed to engorge his cock again.  All systems appeared up and ready again.

Marlene reached out to take the shaft in her hand and pull him closer to her.  I unfastened her skirt and lowered it to the floor so she could open her legs. Ted kissed her as she rubbed the foreskin covered shaft through her soaking wet slit.

She whispered to him, "I've wanted to feel you in me ever since you helped me off the ground." 

Marlene rested her sweet ass on the end of the table then lifted her right leg up and rested the back of her heel on his hip.  Again she skinned back the foreskin of his shaft and guided him into her warm hole.  I supported her upper body as she leaned backward slightly; I kissed her shoulders and cupped her small breasts in my hands.  It was easy for me to see Ted slide in and out of my wife's cunt which left him glistening with her juices.  My cock had been rock hard for almost an hour and would need some relief soon.

Ted took control by holding onto Marlene's hips as he slammed into her again and again; her body shook as his powerful flanks delivered the piston deep into her.  I had to use my entire body to counter the force he delivered.

"Oh Daddy! Yes! Yes Daddy!"  She screamed as she reached her earth moving orgasm.

Ted slowed his pace and motions to allow her to recover her breathing asking, "Do you need me to pull out?"

She wrapped both legs around his hips and her arms around his neck then responded, "No, just move me to the sofa.  I want to be on top."

He had to get Riley to move off the sofa before he could lie down on his back with Marlene astride and on top.  When she was comfortable she motioned for me to stand beside her.  I removed my shirt and shorts and stood beside her.  As she began a slow grind on Ted's still hard cock she reached for mine and began to cover it with kisses.

She leaned forward and kissed Ted, "Do you mind kissing me after I've had my husband's cock in my mouth?"

He took her head in both hands and pulled her down for a deep passionate kiss.  She sat up again and went back to sucking my cock then began a series of alternating between sucking my cock, kissing Ted, and then kissing me.  Neither of us objected to her antics even though my kisses still had a slightly salty taste from Ted's earlier blow job.

Marlene looked Ted in the eyes and asked, "Could you deal with Will entering me from the back while you are in me?"

He replied teasingly, "Mam I was the Captain of a U.S. Naval Ship of War, I live for new adventures."

Marlene gave him another passionate kiss as I moved onto the sofa above her.  We shifted enough to allow me to stand on the floor with one foot and straddle them with the other one.  Riley lay on the floor nearby watching as everyone entangled with everyone else.  Marlene lay forward on Ted to open her cheeks and give me access to her sweet tight ass.  As she relaxed her muscles I easily pressed the head of my cock in then held it there until she relaxed enough to take me in to the hilt.

Ted and I began to slowly move in and out of the warmth of Marlene's cunt and ass.  With only a thin membrane separating us it was easy to feel each other as we set up a rhythm everyone could enjoy.  Although we had only experienced a few double penetrations we had often discussed how she enjoyed being penetrated by two men at the same time; this time was no different. 

After a few minutes of getting used to each other Ted and I soon had a pace and rhythm Marlene was enjoying and we were well on our way to fulfilling an experience that most people only imagine.  The pace was getting faster and Marlene was entering the zone of pleasure where her body and mind could process being touched, kissed, and penetrated by two men at the same time.

Once again she cried out, "Daddy, oh Daddy!" as her body collapsed on top of our new friend.  Riley stood and barked several times before being reassured by his owner.  I'm not sure which of us came first but as we recovered and moved off of each other the evidence of our creamy fluids oozed from both of my beautiful, sexy wife's holes.  I reached in the pocket of my shorts and recovered Marlene's new spring flower print panties and handed them to her.

As always I watched with great admiration and pleasure as she stepped into then pulled the panties up her long shapely legs.  Ted and I sat on opposite ends of the sofa our shrunken, slimy cocks no longer standing erect and proud.  Marlene chuckled and moved to take each one into her mouth to clean them up a bit then she kissed both of us before telling me, "Darling we need to get back on the road so we can get home before it's too late."

Ted sat with his head in his hands, "Wow!  Did I just dream all of this?"

Again Marlene chuckled and gave Ted a quick kiss saying, "You shouldn't need to change your fluids again for another 3,000 miles."

Once we were back on the interstate Marlene cuddled up close to me and talked about our adventure.  I knew as she was also enjoying the fluids that were leaking into her new panties.  By the time we got home the fluids would be dry and the crotch of her new spring flower print panties would be stiff.



On the Road Again



My job involves lots of travel and overnights in different places. Unlike most of the stories we read about wild sex and great adventures, the majority of the trips are quite boring and surely not worth writing about. Every so often though, the story about the blind squirrel finding the acorn comes true. 

I was sitting in the bar of the Hilton in Anytown USA, enjoying an adult beverage and thinking about the events of the day and just how much I had left to accomplish before I could return home to my beautiful bride. Having been married for over twenty years, the lust may have lessened but returning home after a week on the road still had its benefits and although the sex might not be as often and energetic as years ago, it still was great. 

On about my third drink, I noticed a couple sit down beside me at the bar. They were a smart looking couple, about my age, somewhere between late forties and early fifties. We all did the customary nods and smiles and then politely ignored each other. 

After deciding I had looked at enough reports for one day, I closed my work folder and started watching the TV over the bar. Sports Center was on and it proved a good way to turn off the old brain. 

A story about my favorite team caught my attention and I noticed it also was being closely watched by the couple next to me. Soon the man, whose name I was soon to find out was Tom, and I were in a detailed discussion of our thoughts of our team making the playoffs. 

Tom introduced his wife to me as Marcia I informed them my name was Steve. All three of us enjoyed the next half hour chatting about various subjects. 

Like many hotel bars in small towns, since we were the only people in the bar, they decided to close early. The bartender suggested we could order more drinks or a bottle and take them to the patio and stay as long as we liked. 

We ordered two bottles of wine, grabbed glasses and headed for the patio. We hadn't even sat down when Tom said that this view sucked. He said that they had a much better view of the lake from their balcony on their floor and they were going to head on up. 

"I said I would just as soon go to my room also as to sit here by myself sipping of a bottle of wine. 

Once in the elevator, we found we were on the same floor. As we walked down the hall to our rooms, I found myself walking behind Tom and Marcia and I began take notice that Marcia was a very good looking woman. 

Although dressed in your usual business attire, it was quite easy to notice that under all that clothing was a very nice ass supported by very beautiful legs. I had that thought run through my mind of "wow, sure wish I could get a better look at that body" and then it was interrupted by Tom asking if I would care to join them on their balcony rather than drink alone. I quickly said that would be great and told them that I would be right over after I dropped on by briefcase, lost the coat and tie and washed up. 

While in my room, I told myself to be nice. They were just a friendly couple and just because we all liked the same football team, the chances of a wild night were only in my mind. 

Ten minutes later, we were all enjoying wine on Tom and Marcia's balcony and commenting on the view accorded from the tenth floor. I had changed to shorts and a tee shirt as had Tom. Marcia was wearing one of those full length terrycloth robes provided by the hotel. In my mind, I hoped she was naked under the robe but since there had been no conversation earlier even close to the subject of sex, I figured I would never know what was or was not under that robe. 

After several glasses of wine the we were all very much relaxed. I caught myself taking a glance at Marcia and occasionally, I was rewarded by a little peek of a knee or a hint of breast when the robe would loosen just a bit. I was trying to be very discreet as there had been no indication on their part of being anything more than friendly. 

As I was moving my eyes from a quick glance at Marcia's figure, I looked at Tom. It was obvious I had been caught. As I was about to say something, Tom just smiled, looked at me and said. "it's ok" He said we are not prudes. I am sure Marcia takes it as a compliment and I am very proud of my wife's beauty. I quickly agreed that Marcia was a very beautiful woman and assured both of them that I meant no harm or disrespect. 

Marcia assured me that neither of them were upset and that both she and Tom enjoyed the evening. 

Tom said that he and Marcia had been married twenty four years, and were just as much in love as the day they met. Marcia piped in and said that it was certainly a compliment for a handsome man to give her the kind of looks that she had noticed from me. She also said that those occasional glances at her legs above the knee and peeks at the top of her breasts were not accidental. She had enjoyed moving just enough to give a peek. 

Tom said that they had sometimes spoken of things such as this when they were making love, but never went further, as the timing was just never right. With that, Marcia moved a little in her chair and my view of her legs improved to the point of almost being able to tell if she had panties on or not. Tom also noticed this movement and smiled. He looked at Marcia and asked if she would enjoy showing herself to Steve. Looking back at Tom she asked if he was sure about it. He nodded in approval. 

The belt on the robe came undone and the robe opened completely exposing a beautiful body. The sight of this beautiful woman was breathtaking. She had small breasts that pointed up and her nipples looked as hard as rocks and stood out at least a half inch. It was then I knew for sure that she was a real blonde. Her neatly trimmed bush looked as soft as fox fur. 

The bulge in my shorts must have been obvious as I don't recall ever having been this excited. 

With that, Marcia stood and the robe dropped to the floor. She took the two steps toward me, and put her hand on the bulge in my shorts. I stood and she slowly lowered my shorts exposing my raging hard on. As she was doing this, I put my hand between her legs and felt the wetness there. Tom looked at Marcia and said that he was ok with anything as long as we all were comfortable.

Tom asked Marcia if she would like to suck Steve's cock. 

"Oh God yes, and then I want you both to make love to me just as we have spoken about for years." 

Tom looked at me and said "Steve how does your schedule look for the next 24 hours?" 

Trust me, it is very difficult carrying on a conversation while having your cock stroked but Tom and Marcia are telling me about how they had discussed on many occasions over the years the possibility of involving another man in their love life. They had also decided that doing so while at home would not work as they lived in a very small town and everybody knew everyone else's business. The few trips that they had taken together just never provided opportunity to act on the fantasy. I was hoping that tonight would provide all the encouragement and opportunity that they needed. 

Marcia looked at Tom and once again asked him if he was ok with all this. His answer was simply a smile and a nod. The fact that he had an obvious erection and was slowly stroking it through his pants might also been a sign. 

Marcia continued to admire and stroke my cock as if it were a great new toy. She said that this was the first time she had seen an uncircumcised penis and that she enjoyed slowly moving the foreskin back and forth. As I smiled back at her, I said "Take all the time you need". 

Marcia asked me to sit back down. I did so and she stood before me and turned around for both of us to admire She looked at us both and said, as Tom already knows, we got married while in college and although I had had a lover or two, The only penis that I have ever tasted is his. I plan to remedy that right now and then I want you two men to take me into the bed and satisfy my every desire. 

As she stood before us, I soaked in her beauty. Marcia was about 5 foot 3 and slim in build. I would guess her breasts were about 33B or so. And they curved up and had very pink and very hard nipples. Her entire body seemed well toned and it was apparent that she worked to maintain her figure. The thought went through my head that unless I somehow find a way to screw this up, I am going to have a lot of fun tonight. 

Marcia lowered herself to her knees as she continually stroked my cock. She then very slowly, she placed her lips on the tip and with those sweet lips, wiped the drops of pre cum that had appeared on the tip of my cock. 

As she slowly lowered her lips onto my cock, I noticed that Tom had decided to lose the pants and sat not two feet from his wife, watching her slide her lips over another mans cock. By the size of the cock he had in his hands, we were all still having a good time 

Marcia managed to get a good portion of my cock into her mouth, and although she said she had only sucked Tom's dick before, she sure knew what she was doing. One hand cupped my balls and he other slid long the underside of my cock. On occasion, she would slide a hand under my ass and just slightly tease my asshole. 

Marcia must have seen out of the corner of her eye that Tom was about to erupt. Like a woman on a mission to get all the cum that she could, she moved her mouth from my cock and replaced it with Tom's, all the while still stroking my cock as if to keep me at the ready. 

Tom jerked in a spasm and I could tell his cock was filling Marcia's mouth with his cum. She tried to swallow every drop but some was dripping out the side of her mouth and running down her chin. 

Without missing a beat, she was now slowing stroking the last drops from Tom's wet cock and her mouth was back over mine. The strange feeling of the extra moisture in Marcia's mouth, that had to be Tom's cum, sent me over the top and I unloaded with a fury. Just as she had tried to swallow all the juices that had flowed from Tom, she gulped and tried to swallow all the cum that I so willingly gave to her. 

As Marcia continued to gently stroke our softening cocks, she look at us both, smiled, got to her feet and bent over to her husband and kissing his lips, put her tongue in his mouth. She then did the same to me and I tasted the combination of our juices on her tongue. 

Marcia stood, smiled, looked at us both and with cum still dripping from her chin, Said, "come on guys. Now it's my turn! 

Marcia entered the hotel room through the sliding glass door, both Tom and I could not take our eyes off of her lovely body. Tom and I were in our late forties and as a general rule, once is enough for the evening, but there was no doubt in our minds that this evening was just beginning. 

Whoever says that guys don't look at guys is lying. We just don't look at guys with the same desires and lusts. 

As Tom rose to follow his beautiful wife into the hotel room, I took note that he was slightly taller then me, about 6 foot 2 or so. By the tone of his body, it appeared that he and Marcia were both into staying in shape. Mind you neither of them appeared fanatic about it. They did not look as if they were about to run the Boston Marathon, but neither had given in to old middle age spread. 

Tom's semi erect cock still had the combined moisture of his last drops of cum and that of Marcia's sweet lips. I remembered how it had looked a few minutes ago when he was stroking it and watching as his beautiful wife was sucking on my cock. I think his cock might have been a bit longer than mine but I think I win the thickness contest. 

Being the third wheel in this wonderful event, I was watching for signs that either of them was beginning to think that the party was over and that they were wishing that I would politely decide to find my way back to my own room and allow them the privacy to discuss any doubts that had surfaced about their decision to involve me in there evening. 

"Come on gentlemen, it's shower time then party time." 

Those Words from Marcia removed any lingering doubts about my staying. 

Putting his arm on my shoulder, Tom said "Steve, it's not polite to keep a lady waiting." 

As we entered the room, I remember Tom telling me earlier in the bar that when he traveled, he always tried to stay at the same chain of hotels as by accumulating points for all his stays gave him not only free rooms and travel, but his room was also upgraded on most all of his stays. Well thank goodness for Hilton Honors, Their room though not quite a suite, was much larger then the normal room and the bed was whatever the size larger then king was called. A wet bar sat against one wall and I spotted a bottle of Champagne iced in a bucket. The thought crossed my mind they had hoped for a night like this. I really didn't care how it came about, all I cared about was that is was happening and I was here and a part of it. 

We followed Marcia into the bathroom, and low and behold, Mr. Hilton had come thru again. The room had not only a tub but also a large shower, with sliding glass doors. As Marcia opened the shower door to turn on the water, I once again said again said a silent thank you to the sex gods that had put me in this position. Her ass was, on a scale of one to ten, an eleven. Perfectly rounded and in proportion to those beautiful legs. 

As we all entered the shower, i realized that although large, the shower now became cozy, and the feeling of bodies rubbing against bodies was starting to make my cock again feel like having a good time. 

Both Tom and I grabbed a wash cloth and the soap, lathered them up and started washing Marcia's beautiful body. If the truth be known, I was really just using the cloth as a polite excuse to put my hands all over that sweet body. I wiped the soap from Marcia's left breast and gently pinched her nipple, I am not sure if the moan that she emitted was caused by that or the fact that Tom had dropped the washcloth and was rubbing his hand over her pussy. Either way, the desired effect was being accomplished. I lower my head to her breast and took her nipple in my mouth. I had wanted to do that since the first time that I had seen the nipple while peeking at her on the balcony. I was not disappointed; it tasted as sweet as honey and was as hard as could be. Some women just emit this aroma that shouts SEX. Her body was screaming SEX. 

Tom directed his attention to her other breast and soon we were both enjoying the pleasure of those nipples. Tom was still gently stroking Marcia's pussy and was moving my hand over her ass. Tom took my hand from her ass and placed it on Marcia's wet pussy, as I began to stroke it, I could feel the hardness of her clit. I took it between my fingers, making a note to be sure and taste that sweet pussy later, and continued to stroke and massage her pussy. 

Marcia had leaned back against the wall of the shower. Her eyes were closed and she was moving in rhythm with our hand. Sounds and words were coming from her lips but though not understandable their meaning was clear in any language. She was getting close to the edge. 

Tom took his mouth from Marcia's breast, looked at me and said "Steve, you are about to witness something very special". Less than a minute later, Marcia shuttered, her legs bent. Her back was against the wall of the shower and one hand was on each side. A sound from deep within her escaped from Marcia's lips and she came. Cum squirted from her pussy and gushed and gushed. She finally had to sit down on the seat in the shower and continued to squirt sweet liquids from her pussy. Tom went to his knee, placed his lips on her gushing pussy and lapped up the juices. He looked up at me and asked if I wanted a taste. My mouth was on her pussy before he had finished the sentence. 

"That, gentlemen, was a great beginning" 

Marcia was still sitting on the seat in the shower. The words came out between pants. She had a big smile on her face and her eyes were fixed on the two semi erect cocks standing in front of her. 

"I think this is even better than all the fantasies we have discussed over the years. Are you still ok with all this honey?" 

Toms answer to her question was a smile and a kiss as he said, " Marcia, I believe you still have a cold bottle of champagne, a very large bed and two cocks at your service. The question I put to you my love is "are you up for round three?" 

"Oh God yes Tom. Tonight isn't my night it is our night." 

Marcia stepped, got out of the shower and Tom and I proceeded to towel her off. Once again the towel was just another way for me to continue to explore her body. 

I did not sense any bi vibs from Tom and I had never even in a passive way had any desire to test the other side of the street, but one or two occasions as we were drying Marcia, parts of our bodies brushed each other and a it felt good. Enough said about that. 

We made our way to the bedroom and the large bed in the center. Marcia climbed up on the bed, placed two pillows behind her head and positioned herself in the middle. I sat on one edge of the bed, admiring and stroking One of Marcia's breasts.

Tom walked over to the bar, and popped the cork on the chilled bubbly. "Time for a drink" 

He poured three glasses, put two on the nightstand beside the bed then walked to the stuffed chair beside the bed "Think I'll watch for a few minutes if you don't mind. This part of one of our fantasies and we have had many." 

Marcia put her hand behind my head and pulled me to her. I put my arms around her. We kissed and embraced as lovers. The softness of her body sent me even higher. Our hands and lips explored each others body. No curve or crevice was left untouched. As we kissed and explored, I slowly worked my way down her body to the soft tuff of fox fur between her legs. 

The sweet smell of her juices was still present and I buried my face in her pussy. I took her clit in my mouth and gently placed it between my teeth and licked it with my tongue. Within two minutes the same strong climax shook Marcia. With one hand she pushed my head harder into her pussy and with the other she hung onto the edge of the bed. 

Love juices again gushed from her throbbing pussy and soaked my face and the bed. As I came up for air, I saw Tom holding his throbbing cock and he moved from the chair to the edge of the bed. He gently kissed his wife as she slowly began to catch her breathe. 

"Honey, tonight you have tasted another mans cum and you have allowed him to taste your sweet pussy and It would appear that both were enjoyable." 

"Oh yes Tom, everything has been as we had imagined it would be" 

"Marcia, are you ready to feel another mans cock in your pussy and feel him cum inside you?" 

"Oh yes Tom I surely am, but as we discussed many times before, only if you are completely ok with it and if you glide his cock into my pussy" 

If my cock was any harder, it would surely explode. If I heard all this correctly, Tom and Marcia had devised this plan to insure themselves that they were both ok with her having another cock. 

To be completely honest, at this point I would not have cared if the bellhop put my cock in that sweet pussy. I had reached the point where I had to get laid and the sooner the better. 

We both lay beside Marcia stroking and caressing her body. All three of us were already way beyond the point of no return. I got on my knees, and placed myself between her legs. Tom placed his hand on my cock, gently slid back the foreskin and guided my cock towards Marcia's sopping wet pussy. As the head of my cock entered and I slowly slid further in, Tom removed his hand and went back to the chair beside the bed. 

I would love to tell you that we made long hard passionate love for hours but the truth is it was more a matter of minutes. Marcia was stroking her pussy and I was pumping for all I was worth. I actually was of a mind that having already come once not too long ago I might be able to enjoy this a while until I heard. "Oh God Steve, I am going to cum again all over your thick cock. I need to feel your cum shooting deep inside my pussy. PLEASE PUT ALL YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY NOW!!" 




On the Road Again



If I had had any willpower, it was lost with that statement. As Marcia shook and twitched on the bed, I began to shoot what I believe was a world record amount of cum into her pussy. 

As the world started slightly returning to normal, I realized that Tom was now beside us on the bed. Marcia very gently eased me to her side. As I lay beside her still out of breadth, she put her hand on Tom's cock and guided it into her pussy. 

Where she got the energy, I'll never know but in a matter of minutes,she and Tom were off in space getting ready to explode. With the close up view I had, I watched Tom's cock move in and out of her pussy, and with each stroke bits of my cum oozed out onto her leg and the bed. 

Her orgasm with Tom was no less intense then it was with me. A few minutes later, we all lay in the bed, arms over bodies and legs entangled, slowly coming back down to earth. 

After who knows how long, Marcia got up and got each of us a glass of bubbly. Even with tangled hair, and cum dripping from her pussy and sticking to her fox fur, she looked classy. 

We talked for awhile and not once did I get the idea that either one of them had any regrets. I sure as hell didn't. 

"Tom. Do you think that we will be able to convince Steve to meet with us again soon?" 

Does a bear shit in the woods?????



On the Road Again



She was licking her lips, he could tell. As far as she knew, Dick was only here to work on the town’s plumbing system. But right now, her nipples would be hardening, and her pussy would be gradually moistening with her female juices. He made a point not to look at her; it was important that the girl believe that her lust; and the fantasies she was having about him came from her own mind.

That was vital; if she became too lustful, too fast, the rational part of her mind would realize that something had gone wrong, that he was most likely a telepath. And once word spread that the traveling Handyman had telepathic powers and was trying to control people; well no one in this territory would trust him again.

And Dick liked this territory; most of the nukes that had char-broiled human civilization in his great, great grandfather’s time had missed this area. He had heard that this region didn’t suffer as much from the constant invasion forces, biological weapons, and revolutions that tore through the world later. And when the remnants of the world governments unleashed all their black-budget, black-ops, genetic engineering, telepathic mind-control experiments; places as remote as this often got overlooked. 

The world outside this valley was a real mess; radioactive deserts, gengineered plagues, insane battle-androids, and mutants, mutants, mutants. Whoever had been running the government during those turbulent years must have been obsessed with biology and biological warfare. The genes of every species on earth had been spliced with every thing else the scientists could get their hands on, and once somebody isolated a gene for telepathy, those ancient bastards must have gone mad with power.

The people in this valley were isolated, but they knew the risks of the outside world. Any stranger you might meet is probably descended from a long line of freaks leading back to some government laboratory. Half-human weirdoes were running around that could read minds, breathe underwater, and spit acid from their mouths. 

And sure enough, Dick was one of those weirdos. He had to travel a lot, and so he learned quickly how to repair ancient automobiles leftover from before the wars. In fact, he was very good with most machines; that was how he made his living. Any good-sized settlement had a couple combines, or electric generators that were broken down, and Dick could fix them. For a price. Most settlements were more than willing to part with weapons, ammo, and technology that was now a medium of exchange; rather than ancient money. But he didn’t travel to collect gadgets, he had a need: a pressing, vital need. His deepest, darkest, secret.

But Dick was lucky, at least he looked human. Short, brown hair, average build, blue eyes. Not a tentacle or acid gland anywhere on him. That helped a lot. Most people didn’t suspect that he was a telepath. Well, not a very powerful one. His abilities were sorely limited; but they were sufficient. And the girl following him was the recipient of his mediocre telepathy.

He’d never been able to read minds, levitate, or any stuff like that. All Dick could do was heighten sexual attraction. Not much, but it was enough. And he’d learned to do it slowly, gradually. So that his target didn’t realize her mind was being controlled; she’d just think it was her own idea to rip off his clothes and leap upon his erect cock. If all goes well, he could get what he so desperately needed from the people in this town. He usually didn’t have trouble.

There was usually an abandoned building on the edge of town. Solitude was important for him. He dragged inside a malfunctioning V-8 engine the villagers were using to power a make-shift plowing device they’d jerry-rigged from spare parts. He fully intended to fix it; he had to take pride in his work. But he knew she would be coming. Her soft footsteps outside the humble shack came as no surprise.

“Dick? C-can I talk to you?” mumbled the girl sheepishly.

“Whoa! You surprised me! I need to fix your uncle’s engine.” He replied.

“Yeah, it must be a lot of fun…seeing all these places beyond the village…” The tan-skinned girl was dragging her bare foot sheepishly on the dusty ground. She nervously brushed a delicate hand through her dark hair, green eyes glinting mischievously.

“uh-huh.”

“I…I think I’d really like to get to know you better…” she purred, shifting her burlap dress ‘accidentally’ exposing the sweep of her cleavage created between grape-fruit sized tits. Yes, he’d chosen well. He could smell which ones were the most fertile. It was another, subtle mutation he had. He needed the most fecund women for his purpose; he had to get the most out of every village he passed through, because it was unlikely he would ever be welcome there again after he sated his burning hunger. His cock jerked against the zipper of his jeans. It had been far, far too long. Just a few more hours, and he would be fulfilled.

There was more small talk, but it was inconsequential to them both. She knew that he knew that her chatter was just an annoying prelude to the inevitable. He gazed deeply into her eyes; taking a risk and using a telepathic signal to instantly boost the smoldering fires of lust that simmered beneath the surface of her nervous exterior. With a throaty snarl; her lips devoured his. 

He tried not to think of her as a sex-object. He tried not to dismiss her to the category of a mere food-source. But that was the truth of the matter, he would have to enjoy her while he could. With practiced grace, his pants were discarded, and a massive cock, the likes of which the girl had never hoped could exist pressed urgently into the smooth skin below her navel.

First, he preferred to bring his prey to orgasm with his mouth and tongue. That way, his unique sense of smell could fully savor her special aroma. To Dick, all women exuded a sweet, distinctive flavor. For some reason, the olfactory sensors of his brain detected a vast array of exotic tastes from the normal odor of the female sex. This one, this dark-haired beauty tasted like vanilla as his tongue surged within the moistening folds of her womanhood. The sweeter the aroma, the more fertile the woman. That was what Dick needed; he had to have the most fertile ones to sate his dire need.

She was as good as most girls he’d encountered around her age; and he eagerly embraced the animal instincts that took over when he prepared a woman to feed upon. She moaned and bucked her hips, entwining her toned legs around his shoulders. Now was the time for him to pull out all the stops; he focused all his telepathic powers; as strongly as he could. Now that his agile tongue was directly fondling her swollen clit, he could afford to use his full powers, and bury the girl’s mind in a gurgling pool of intense lust.

Like most women, she merely assumed he was an exceptionally skilled lover, which he was, in fact. Soon, her cries were somewhere between yelps of shock and groans of erotic delight. Her brain was humming with waves of erotic stimulation, greater by far than anything she had, or most likely would experience.

He never neglected their tits; Dick had studied the ancient systems of bra-size, from old Victoria’s Secret magazines and such. This one, this dark-haired beauty was a 34-C; an excellent bust for a girl her size. His hands had years of experience stimulating tits of all sizes with the practiced efficiency of a life-long lothario. None of his customers doubted that his hands were expert at coaxing machines to proper function, so much more so were the skills of those hands at coaxing orgasms from his women; because his life depended on it.

She was ready for his cock, at long last. The tonguing was important, though. The first orgasm he gave a woman was the most crucial. Dick found that if he gave a woman more sensual pleasure than any man before, she would be far less likely to become enraged at what came later. Few indeed could hate him, after the orgasm he gave to her caused her to fall unconscious from bliss. 

He hoped that her howls of delight wouldn’t alert the neighbors. That was a problem Dick hadn’t completely solved yet. His lance of manmeat thrusted within the well-greased haven of her fragrant sex. It swelled like a massive salami inside her, and the dark-haired beauty seemed to be weeping with pleasure. His cock sometimes seemed to have a mind of its own, seeking out moist cunts like iron filings to a magnet. He tried to wrap his mouth around her own, their tongues wrestling as they rolled upon the dry mat in this shack. He needed to find some way to keep his women from making so much noise; discovery could be dangerous in some areas. Oh well, he’d worry about that problem later.

Some have said that sex is a male sport, due to the relative ease of the male orgasm; but not with Dick. His powers combined in a woman’s body; causing a chain reaction of sexual climax as one orgasm blended with the next and provided stimulation for the next two.

She collapsed with a shudder, fainting from the pleasure. Dick noticed with some delight that his entire pelvis was covered in the slippery wetness of her womanly cum, as it had spurted relentlessly from her slit. His brain sensed strange tastes and smells from a woman’s cunt, and Dick had several minutes of delight as he breathed in her aroma, licking her outer folds clean. *SLURP*…*SLLLPLE*

Oooh…Yes! His sensitive tongue probed the moist, inner walls of her sex, searching….seeking…tasting…and there it was! The unique, tangy flavor that told him in no uncertain terms that she had been impregnated! YES!! She would be ready by tomorrow. It had been far, far too long since his last feeding; his stores were low, but he suspected this dark-haired beauty would replenish his stockpiles enough to make it to the next town. Dick cuddled her sleeping form against his, playing the part of a concerned lover as he too drifted into sleep. 

Well, the engine was fixed now, but as usual Dick decided to hang around for a few more hours at least, ostensibly to make sure his modifications worked, and to see if any other machines needed his skilled hands. The real reason of course, was to see if he might not be able to score twice in the same village. The dark-haired girl had left in the morning; he made a point not to remember her name. Naming his women would make the inevitable separation more difficult. He scanned the dusty village, hand above his eyes to block out the glare of the sun.

But he smelled her before his eyes saw her. An intoxicating wave of lavender honeysuckle assaulted him. So strong! He had almost never encountered a woman with such a powerful odor! He sniffed again; wherever she was, she must be fertile enough to carry a litter of young! Where….Aha! There!

Of course! It made perfect sense! The woman his specialized senses had detected was enormously pregnant! He realized that he had never actually had a girl that was noticeably pregnant by someone else. She was a tall, freckled redhead; abdomen dominated by a vast belly that seemed large enough to contain the V-8 engine he had just finished repairing! She had a robust, powerful frame. The kind of body that would enable her to work long hours for village and family, with the sort of wide hips that would allow her to birth a good portion of that village’s population. She was so fit and hearty, that her massively pregnant womb hardly seemed to burden her at all.

Dick stopped short, he grunted in shock, eyes wide and mouth drooping open. He was awed by the thick sweetness of her scent! His specialized senses were overloaded by the ripe fertility wafting from her cunt. She was the sort of woman that could breed one of the vast, farming families of legend; easily more than a dozen children could emerge from between her powerful thighs during the totality of her childbearing years. His unique fertility sense let him determine the childbearing potential of any woman if he could taste her cunt. The dark-haired girl, though she was younger, would have no more than six children, ever. But this one…even without tasting her sex, he could smell the enormity of her potential! She did not have the pampered, classical beauty that most men preferred, but Dick didn’t care. He needed the fertile ones, and she was perfect!

The basket of laundry was taken from her hand as she placed it on the ground for a moment.

“Let me help you with that.” Said Dick.

“I didn’t ask for, and I don’t need your help, stranger.” She replied gruffly.

“I insist. I’m here to work, after all.” Carrying the basket, he followed her. It was risky beyond belief, but he had to risk the wrath of her husband; he had never encountered such a perfect woman. Dick had to stop himself from bending down and sniffing her ass like a dog; what a wonderful scent!

“Every man suddenly thinks I’m helpless just because my husband died! I am not an invalid!” wh-what? N-no husband!? His cock leaped within his pants, and he hoped she didn’t notice. There was no choice now; he decided to attempt a risky strategy to stimulate her desire.

He smiled cheerfully; while focusing his telepathic powers in a single, awesome blast. Her mind would be deluged with an awesome flood of sexual desire for a moment; capturing her attention. Then, he delivered a smaller, slower flow of stimulation. She should become extremely attracted to him, without realizing that Dick had powers of telepathic mind control. She paused for a moment, cocked her head in curiosity, and then continued her confident stride.

“Well come along then and make yourself useful.” Dick grinned happily as he followed.

In his dreams, it was women like her that he saw. Women with vast, swollen breasts the size of ripe cantaloupes. Somewhere out there, Dick knew there was some woman; probably a mutant that could feed him forever. Every other woman could never last through more than a week of his feeding. But why hadn’t he ever thought about seeking out pregnant ones before!? His fertility sense told him that a pregnant woman would be so easy to prepare…so easy! And this one was fecund enough to produce a horde of offspring still! He could tell with certainty how many children she could bear as soon as he had a chance to taste the tender folds of her cunt. And he believed he would soon do so.

As they chatted innocently, the honeysuckle sweetness of her aroma seemed to intensify, and soon they had reached the modest hovel where she dwelt. Dick suspected that she was one of those pregnant women with a powerful, hormonal proclivity for sex that resulted in great frustration from the loss of her husband. He took a chance once inside.

Coming up behind her, he reached his hand beneath the drab, tan-colored fabric to caress the bulging swell of her swollen belly. She gasped in delight as he rubbed the tenderness of her outward-thrusting navel. He ran his hands along the soft sphere, feeling the kicking of her twins within her. She pressed back against him, rubbing her ass against his crotch, succumbing suddenly to what she thought were her own sexual urges. After all, what could go wrong? Not like he could get her pregnant! If she only knew…

She did not resist as he guided her gently to the ground, finally having the chance to bury his face in her sweet pussy, relishing the heady scent. Bringing the redhead to her first orgasm was more difficult than Dick suspected, not because she wasn’t enjoying the probing expertise of his tongue, but rather due to the rebellious throbbing of his own cock within his pants distracting him. His cock inflated far larger than what a normal man his size should be capable of, as if it were sensing the ripeness of bare pussy. Curiously, he tested the moistening folds of her gushing womanhood…testing…His tongue leaped out of her in shock!

20! His fertility sense told him that if she were kept healthy and well-fed, this glorious cunt before him could grind out 20 offspring! Wait…yes…as he thought; she was already pregnant with twins, that meant that she could bear a total of 22! Never had he seen a woman more fertile! Not in a thousand miles of wanderings! She could provide him with more nourishment than he ever believed possible! He pressed his face and tongue deeper into her crotch, amidst her wild howls of rapturous pleasure, every inch of his skin was covered in goosebumps from the awesome delight her cunt-scent gave him.

He knew she was ready for his cock, but the taste of her sex was so intoxicating, that he was torn for a moment. He reveled in the tangy flavor, a sure sign of pregnancy. Still, he was hungry, and he could not prepare her for feeding without his cock. Almost reluctantly, he turned her over, bracing her on his lap as he plunged his thrusting cock 10 inches into her dripping snatch. 

Pure instinct dominated reason; it was not just the pleasure, it was not just the timeless instinct to pass on his genes that propelled him, body and cock to slam her willing pussy. His feeding instinct combined with his lusts coaxing a lecherous inferno stronger than any sense of reason or propriety.

He could hear her begging him to go faster, begging for the joy to never end, even as he stretched her slippery depths far beyond what her husband ever dreamed of doing. In moments, he was blowing his load into her, spurts of his very special cum spewing forth into her pulsing womb. Yes, the mixture of hormones and mutagens that his cum contained should act even faster on a woman already pregnant! He licked his lips in anticipation.

It would take his mutant cock only minutes to recover, but in the meantime, he resumed sucking her outer folds, ignoring the taste of his own cum, as he savored her sex. Again the noise! Her howls were more harsh than a rutting tabby cat as the cascade of orgasms wracked her pregnant frame. It was all he could do to lap up every sweet drop of her woman cum as it boiled from the depths of her pussy, the taste heavenly.

It began. He was correct. Far faster than ever before! The ‘cocktail’ of potent stimulants and hormones in his semen had reacted to her pregnancy faster than he had ever experienced with a normal woman. She clutched her naked, freckled tits, as they reddened. She moaned with fiery passion as the growth began. Yes…Yes! Dick had never been able to see the breast-growth, usually it was too slow, but within minutes, he could observe the bulging creep as naked titflesh blossomed like rising bread-dough. Oh yes, her nipples were hardening! His insides churned with anticipation, it was time! Almost time! Her hands became completely submerged in the jiggling terrain of gargantuan boobs, as she caressed and kneaded the growing flesh. Even a legendary G-cup bra made by the ancients could barely contain her swelling lushness.

Her moanings and churnings upon the floor of her hut prevented him from hearing what occurred behind him. He was never entirely sure what the sensations of breast-growth was like, but from watching the redhead, Dick assumed the experience felt like jolts from her tits going straight to her pussy. She was almost ready! Soon, very soon!! And then…the smell…

“Dick, I…I..” it was her! The dark-haired girl! She had sought him out; she must be prepared now! What would she do upon seeing him with another woman! He hoped that the natural lust women in her condition felt would save him. Her eyes had a pensive, nervous quality, but it was hard to pay attention to them, since her tits had grown so impossibly huge.

She had frantically attempted to cover her bosom with the torn remains of her burlap dress, but the swaying globes had blossomed from mere C-cups to something slightly larger than most watermelons. Yes, her natural, vanilla scent was more pronounced. Was she ready! Was sh-….YES!! HE SAW IT! Though she tried to cover her saucer-sized aureoles, Dick could see the first ivory droplets beginning to drip!




On the Road Again



Ignoring whatever words she tried to speak, Dick tackled her, and began the feeding. The creamy delight spurting from her engorged nipples was pure, liquid bliss to Dick. His lips fastened upon a teat, and he began suckling like a man possessed. The rich nutrient contained undercurrents of the vanilla flavor detected by his fertility sense. He was lost, lost in a heaven of lactation.

It was this that Dick lived for, and it was the fault of the ancients. The problem with excessive radiation, mimetic super-viruses, and unregulated genetic engineering was one of entropy. Some mutants had been given bizarre powers by the scientists that created their genes, but a vast arsenal of defects was the side-effect. If you found some half-human freak with tentacles, acid-glands, and ultra-violet vision, chances are he had some horrible defect too, maybe hemophilia, maybe some deformity, there was almost always a defect. And Dick was no exception. He had bizarre abilities, but they only concealed his critical weakness. He was completely unable to digest any food except human breastmilk. No other food was suitable; everything he tried to eat his digestive system violently rejected. Only the rich milk spurting from the teats of a human woman could nourish him. (well, he could also handle cunt-juice, but that wasn’t nourishing)

Every woman had a unique, delicious flavor that he relished. He had also mastered refrigeration technology, so that he could store in safety the precious lactation that his prey provided him in the trunk of his car. His stores were slim, so he was forced to detach himself from the leaking nipple of his lover and rush for his nearby car. He tackled the dark-haired woman yet again, and while he suckled her right tit, he attached one of his many breast pumps to her left. Just this girl alone should be able to give enough to last him a week; he quivered with delight as he imagined how much he could get from the pregnant redhead!

As he listened to the throaty cries from the woman he suckled, he reflected on how lucky he was; his cock produced exotic chemicals in his semen that stimulated incredible breast-growth and hyper-lactation in any woman that internalized his spurting seed. But it didn’t last; the more fertile a woman was, the longer he could force her breasts to produce milk. But in most cases, after a week, no amount of cum could cause her to secrete even a single drop, so to avoid starvation; Dick had to move on; always on the road. He needed sex; needed it for his very survival.

Despite his divided attention, it was easy with gentle stimulation to paralyze both women with crippling, constant orgasms; a side effect of the chemicals in his semen. After gathering two pints from both of them, Dick decided to have a little fun. The only thing better than licking a woman’s cunt was suckling her breasts; but his cock had recovered, this would be a complicated maneuver, but worth it!

Dick leaned over, away from the redhead’s pelvis, and inserted his throbbing cock into her wondrous pussy with his back to her face. Grasping the dark-haired girl’s pelvis, he buried his face yet again in her crotch. Pussy churned around his stolid member, while his tongue churned mightily around a sopping wet clit. Every so often, he alternated between one of her spewing teats. The dark-haired girl, unable to understand why she was having so many orgasms merely surrendered. She collapsed into Dick’s arms, riding the waves of electric bliss, letting him have his way with her. 

It was as close as he had ever come to paradise. Dick never wished that he didn’t have his defect; he only wished that he had a single pair of tits to suckle, and a delicious cunt to lick forever.

“Wh-what’s h-happening to m-me!?” shrieked Ms. Redhead. She bucked her hips, caressing her bouncing tits, as the changes wrought by Dick’s exotic cum took a drastic turn. Something…something was wrong with her chest. But the orgasms were finally too much; she lost consciousness, moaning as her hips quivered from the pleasure. Colossal tits jiggling all over her chest, as her own droplets began to appear upon her scarlet nipples.

Yes, something odd was happening; her chest was reddening, he wondered if…*MMPH*

But the dark-haired lovely was no longer content with his tongue; the chemicals burning through her bloodstream kindled an animal libido that was more savage than any woman has a right to feel. She grasped him, turning his face away from the redhead, as she buried his face in the wobbling grandeur of leaking teats as large as watermelons, with a feral grunt, she ground her pussy down upon his meaty cock, struggling to encase every throbbing inch of him into her dribbling womanhood. His efforts were truly valiant to suppress the screams of delight that burst from him as his cock began its mighty spurt yet again.

It was dark when he awoke. He cast his eyes frantically about the hut. No one here. Fearing the worst, he frantically dressed and ran out into the village towards were he parked his car. Still there…good…so far no angry mobs out to burn him at the stake. (It happened more often than you might think.) He decided it might be best to leave immediately; before the villagers got suspicious of him. He was about to open the driver’s side when he heard the trunk.

Someone had popped the trunk of his car! Blast! He hurried around, fear in his eyes. And beheld something that justified his anxieties.

It was the redhead. She wore only a burlap apron around her gravid womb, but…but…Her tits! Sh-she had 3! She smiled coquettishly as she jiggled her chest and watched the heavy sway of 3 bulging teats only slightly smaller than beachballs. The vast, red nipples were constantly leaking a steady stream of beloved, mother’s milk. Somehow, the mutagens in his cum had reacted with her pregnancy hormones in a way he never could have anticipated! He had turned her into a milking, sex freak! He was ruined in this village! He had to escape, quickly! Fear knotted Dick’s insides even as the woman smiled. She raised her center tit, squeezing slightly, and a trickling stream of ivory nourishment spewed towards him. Sweet…honeysuckle….But then, he turned and gazed into his trunk.

“9 Gallons!!” There in the refrigeration unit he had created out of the car’s trunk were 9 lovely gallons of glorious, white tit-nectar.

“We figured this was what you wanted.” Chuckled the redhead, “But I’m keeping this…” She held aloft his best, most advanced mechanical breast pump!

“W-wait!!! I need that!!”

“I know, This way, you’ll have to come back the next time you’re in our area!” 



On the Road Again



Sequel to "Road Trip"

Being away on business for a week had been relaxing. Ever since that night in the hotel where Ken had been watched by over 400 people on his IM, his free time had been very active, to say the least. His sister, Connie, who had watched had arranged a gathering with some of her friends. She had invited a girlfriend and her husband to join them. That next weekend he had shown up at her house to meet them. When she opened the door he found her in just garters, panties and a sexy bra. She had Ken follow her to her bedroom where she had an outfit laid out on the bed for him to wear. It was a maids outfit with lace ribbed stockings, little apron, crotchless lace panties, black and white lace top and lace gloves that went up to his elbows. As he dressed she told him about showing her girlfriend Paula, and her husband Stan, the photos she had saved of him on the cam. She said Stan and Paula had loved the pictures of Ken on all fours being taken so much that Stan had Paula suck him as they looked at them. When they found out that Connie was going to have him over to play, they just knew they wanted to come fuck and suck him too!

Connie led Ken out to the living room where he found Stan and Paula waiting. They had changed also. Stan was wearing a schoolgirls outfit. Was a cute little skirt that barely covered the tops of his ass cheeks, white top, garters and stocking and a little red thong that was stretched tight with a very hard, long cock. Paula was dressed as a businessman, gray pin-stripe pants, suspenders, white shirt and tie. The white top was filled so tight that there were 1" gaps between the buttons as her 38D breasts struggled to stay in the top. Her being braless let her dark brown nipples be plainly evident along with how hard they were.

"Ok, time for some fun. I have my cam already set up to watch the three of you play. I have already logged into Yahoo messenger with Ken's alias of netsfan_44" explained Connie. 

"I want to watch our maid be a dirty girl with our school aged daughter!" exclaimed Paula as she sat on the couch, running her fingertips over her nipples.

"Young miss, how was your day and is there anything I can do for you?" asked Ken as he walked over to Stan. Stan was bent over, his skirt raised up so his ass was totally exposed. 

"I was wondering if you were going to make me do that "stuff" again? You know, where you pull my panties down, and put your tongue on my thing? I have been thinking about it all day!" Stan said as he turned around and lifted his skirt, his panties all wet in the front.

Connie had the cam running and already there were 75 people online watching. The cam had a good view of Paula on the couch, legs spread, pulling on her nipples thru the shirt. Stan was leaning back against the table, as Ken bent at the waist and started sucking on Stan's boy-clit. Stan moaned as Ken worked it in and out of his mouth. Stan's hands were on the table, his back arched as he worked his "clit" in and out of his slut maid's mouth. Connie got on all fours and crawled over to Paula. When Paula saw her, she unzipped her pants and pulled out her "cock" for Connie to suck. Now the sounds of sucking filled the room as the little girls clit was being worked over along with that business mans hard rod.

"Ok bitch, time for you to suck your maids clit also" as Paula dragged Connie over to the maid. 

Connie got underneath and lifting the maid's skirt, buried the clit in as far as it would go. Paula undid her tie and then used it to tie Connie's head tight to the maid's crotch. Using Connie's stockings, she tied her hands behind the maids back. Paula stepped back to admire the image on the cam. Here was her dirty maid, her mouth buried in her daughter's pussy as her slut girlfriend did the maid. She could hear Connie moaning as the maids"clit" went deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Paula opened her shirt, exposing her tits and nipples. Criss-crossing the suspenders, she used them to spread her massive tits so they would swing as she moved. Moving over in front of the cam, she squirted some lube up and down her cock, getting it all shiny, then squirted the rest on her tits, rubbing it in so that her nipples were rock hard.

'So I have caught you debasing my daughter you whore! Should have known that sucking my cock would not be enough for you. So lets put on a show everyone will love!" Paula said as she pulled her maids panties down exposing her back door.

Sliding her cock up and down the maid's ass, she teased her hole till the head caught on her slowly opening hole. The maid could feel the head playing with her hole, pushing in and out, working its way in. 

"Oh Mommy!" moaned her daughter. "Fuck her Mommy, she does this to me every morning before school."

The cam count keep rising as people watched the maid getting her ass spread as she did that poor girls clit. That cock was so long and hard and she was getting it over and over, driving her head up and down on the hard girl clit. 

Ken could not believe how many times he got fucked that afternoon on the cam. All he knew was, they all had a turn in his mouth and ass!

So being away for a whole week had allowed him to relax and recover from being used, but already he was looking forward to visiting his sister. He had returned from the day's office calls and had a couple of drinks at the bar. Near the bar was a dartboard were a couple of people were playing darts. There was a group of 3 guys, all about middle 40's. They were noisy but having a good time. They had played a couple of times against a young couple. She was about 5'2, 100 pounds and a tease. She had on a short skirt and a low cut top that exposed her very full 36C breasts. She enjoyed throwing the other 3 guys off of their game. 

After finishing his drink, Ken headed back to his room. When he had entered his room earlier, he had noticed just how close the other rooms were outside his window. There was a small courtyard below so that the rooms on the other side of it were only 30 feet away. He had noticed on his way back the room numbers of the rooms across from his. He could see from his bed into three of the rooms, which at the moment were dark. Stripping, he laid back on the bed and slowly worked his hand up and down his cock

Suddenly, he saw one of the rooms lights come on. It was one of the guys who had been playing darts before. Ken watched as he went into the bathroom and emerged wearing just his shorts, which by the way they moved, had a nice cock inside them. Ken continued to work on his cock wondering if he was going to see more. He watched as the guy turned and walked to his door and slightly opened it and spoke with someone. Then the door opened. In walked the young couple! Ken could see them talking and also could see the guys cock getting harder. The girl reached over and ran her hand over it shaking her head yes.

At that, the guy walked to the dresser and came back and handed her some money. Ken watched her nod yes, and he walked back, returning with something that he handed her. She had him get on the bed and using the handcuffs he gave her, she cuffed him to the bed.

Ken was now at the window, stroking his hard cock as he watched her climb on top of him, burying her face in his lap with her ass toward his head. She pulled his shorts off and grabbing his cock with both hands started sucking it as she pumped it. By the looks of his cock, it was a good 8 inches of cock going in and out of her mouth. Her boy friend walked over, raised her skirt and worked her panties deep into her gash, so the guy on the bed had a good view of her. 

Ken watched as the guy rolled his head from side to side as she sucked and eat his cock. Her boyfriend had his cock out and was at the foot of the bed watching his slut girlfriend be the cock hound that she was.

Slowly she backed up till her pussy was in the guys face and then slowly leaned back so she could work her pussy up and down her face. By the look on her face, she was moaning and loving it. The guy's cock was bobbing up and down and looked rock hard.

Slowly her boyfriend leaned over the bed until his mouth was over the guys cock. His girlfriend put her hands on his head and pulled it down on his cock. Ken could see the guy on the beds hips trying to work as much cock in as the guy could take!

Ken walked over to the phone and dialed the guy's room number. When it started to ring he could see the girl turn her head. On the 5th ring she picked it up.

"Hello?" she said.

"Looks like he is going wild eating your hot pussy while he is getting sucked!" Ken said as he watched.

"You can see us? Oh fuck, that just makes my pussy wetter! You like this?" as she set the phone down.

Ripping her top and bra off, she sat up looking straight out the window. Her boy friend unhooked his jeans and slid them down. Now they were both naked and working the guy over good. Ken could here the guy on the bed moaning and begging the guy to keep sucking his cock. 

Picking up the phone, she said, "I want to see you also! Turn on a light. What's you name? I'm Debbie." as she pulled on her nipples.

"Its Ken, and here you go Debbie," as Ken reached over and turned on a light.

"I remember you from the bar, bet you have wanted to sink that in my pussy all evening. Come on over and we can play! Doors unlocked," as Debbie smiled and hung up.

Ken though going over was a good idea. He grabbed some shorts and a shirt and headed over. The door was unlocked and he came in. Ken found Debbie in the middle of cumming all over the guys face! She got off of the guy and sat on the bed, her legs apart showing Ken her wet pussy.

"This is Mark, he is one great pussy eater. By the way he likes his cock sucked he is pretty Bi also. Since you watched us, I want to see you get on top and watch the two of you suck cock." Debbie said as she sat on her boyfriends lap, burying him in her. 

"Then you can fuck me any way you want. Maybe I will let all three of you fuck me at once!" Debbie moaned as she worked her clit as her boyfriend fucked her.

So Ken stripped and climbed on top, taking Marks hard cock in his mouth and started sucking. Ken backed up till he felt Marks tongue on his cock head. Slowly the two picked up a rhythm till both were moaning and fucking the others face. Ken was so engulfed in sucking and being sucked that he was handcuffed to the bed before he knew it. His feet tied to the headboard and his hands at the other end.

"Put on a good show boys. I know I have enjoyed it. By the sound of the two of you sucking you love it too! I have left the curtains wide open. I am sure your neighbors will enjoy watching, maybe someone will stop over. Just in case I have left a message that room service needs to stop up in an hour. I am sure they will enjoy what they find. Will leave the key on the table here" Debbie said as she left.

Ken and his new buddy Mark found out just how good room service was. About 45 minutes later the door opened and in walked one of the room service guys. He came in, closed the curtains and proceeded to sit in the chair, stroking his cock watching the two of them. When he was good and hard he got on the bed behind Ken.

"Come on, suck my cock! That's right, get it nice and wet for his ass, I bet he goes wild on your cock when I start doing him!" said Bobby from room service.

Bobby spread Ken's ass and proceeded to rim him, to get his ass good and ready. As he slowly pushed his cock in, he could see Ken's cock buried in Mark's face. Ken leaned his head back and wailed!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh ... to fucking biggggg! Oh my godddd ... yes, yes, yes, fuck me, harder!!!" as Ken screamed and yelled as his ass was fucked long and hard and his cock was drained.

Bobby then called 3 of his buddies and they showed up to find Ken spread wide across the bed and Jack tied to the top of the table. The four of them spent the rest of the evening doing both ends of Jack and Ken. They would use their mouths to get their cocks cleaned and get hard again, and then find a ass to fuck and cum in. Jack and Ken soon found out those young guys in their 20's can cum over and over!

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On The Road Again



"I've found a place I want us to check out today, unless you've got something pressing to do," I said as I finished up my breakfast and watched my girlfriend Patty sipping her morning coffee.

"No," she replied. "I guess I've got all my chores pretty well under control. When did you want to do this?"

"Well, it's about a 90 minute drive and we'll want to check out the area so … I guess the sooner we head out, the better." It was already approaching 10 o'clock on Saturday morning but neither of us had to work so it was a leisure day.

"Okay. Let me get ready. Should I make plans … you know, just in case it pans out?"

"Sure. We won't be so far away from home that we shouldn't get back tonight."

Twenty minutes later we were in my car with the top down, heading east on I-30 out of Dallas. Even the spring days could get into the 90s here so the potential for it to be hot was fairly great.

Patty came down dressed in a pair of short tan shorts that almost disappeared against her skin color and a white short-sleeved blouse that was nearly unbuttoned to her waist and revealed most of her black lacy bra holding back her luscious 38EE boobs. Her feet were encased in white bobby socks and white cross-trainers that added to the sexiness of her look. Her long strawberry blonde hair started out laying down her back to the tops of her shoulder blades but in the breeze of the drive was soon strung out behind her with strands swirling across her face.

It became obvious shortly after I met Patty that she was an exhibitionist. Our first few bouts of sex were in the confines of my bedroom and while they were good, they lacked real excitement. Don't get me wrong … I enjoyed fucking Patty every time and she was an excellent cocksucker. Too, she let me eat her pussy for as long as I wanted to and I loved the taste of her cunt enough that I wanted to for long periods of time. And I loved the taste of her well enough to want to eat her pussy frequently. But when it was over, even when we both had experienced multiple orgasms, it was "Thank you, that was nice" or something with the same import.

Late one Saturday afternoon, we were lying together after one of those good fucks when Patty asked "Have you ever had sex in a public place?"

"Uh, uh" I replied, wondering where this was leading.

"Really? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Sure. Who hasn't?"

"Well, I've done it. Many times. Sometimes I just show off. Sometimes I've actually fucked in public. Either way, it makes me so horny that when we get home, we've fucked like rabbits. I kinda miss those times and have been wondering if you'd like to look for something we could do like that?"

"Sure," I replied. "I'd like that."

We talked about various scenarios that she might like to participate in. There were any number of things we could do that would be better than nothing but most of them were a little higher risk than she wanted to undertake.  She wouldn't mind flashing in close places, like stores and restaurants but she really wanted to be seen actually fucking but without much chance of being caught..

For several weeks I wracked my brain and pored over Atlases of the area trying to picture something appropriate for what Patty wanted to do. Then by accident I ran across a small article in the morning newspaper about the opening of a new lake about 80 miles east of the city. That in itself wouldn't have really interested me but the article talked about a county road that cut across the lake's basis and in order to plug the basin and form the lake, a dam had been built which forced the water to backup across the county road, eventually putting much of it under 30 feet or more of water. 

The same county road had started from a state highway to the north of and running parallel to the interstate, ran south across I-30 and connected with another country road in the county to the south. However because there were very few communities served by that road and each of them had some other access road available, there were no plans to rebuild the road elsewhere or bridge the lake. In essence there was an exit off the highway to a county road that went nowhere. This I had to see.

So we had set out late this Saturday morning and I explained to Patty the situation as we made the fairly pleasant drive. Although the interstate passed near some decent sized towns, it didn't run through the heart of any major metropolitan areas once it left Dallas and until it reached Texarkana. We drove along enjoying the view of dairy farms interspersed with groves of deciduous trees and some occasional stands of 50 to 80 foot tall pine trees. With the temperature hovering about 80 degrees, it was quite pleasant.

When we arrived at the turn-off, I noticed that the highway department had already erected concrete barriers to keep cars from exiting at the useless off-ramp. We had to drive another seven miles before the next ramp. From there since there was no through service road, we had to get over to the state highway and backtrack to the county road, which was still usable on the north side of the interstate.

The four miles back to the overpass was quiet and uneventful. We stopped the car on the overpass and noted that the traffic on I-30, while not like downtown Dallas, was still fairly constant. The overpass itself was two-lane with a solid concrete banister up to about 18 inches and an aluminum railing situated about nine inches above that. It was short enough and unobstructed enough for our purposes.

Still we wanted to check out the south side, so we drove on but fifteen minutes later we were back, convinced that there was not enough traffic left on the road to be concerned about. Patty had become so excited she was nearly beside herself with anticipation.

I parked the car in the northbound lane on the overpass. Patty got out and walked around the car on the way to the railing. She picked a spot approximately over the stripe dividing the two eastbound lanes. For a half hour, she simply leaned against the railing and waved at people that passed underneath her. Occasionally I would hear a horn honk at her, some of them air horns indicating truckers.

Patty's right hand slide up over her tummy into the realm of her twins. In seconds the last button and the knot where she had tied the bottom of the blouse at her waist fell open and the light breeze made the blouse wave behind her. I couldn't see her front but I knew the motorists were getting a great view of her 38EE's encased in that lacy black bra. The sound of horns became more frequent.

Patty turned to see if I was watching; I gave her an encouraging smile and she shrugged out of the blouse. Since fully disclosed tits in a bra is not as sexy as tits in a bra and partially hidden by a blouse, she didn't waste time unclasping the bra. However when it was off, she raised both arms to full length, showing the bra and displaying her hooters to maximum advantage. Now it seemed like every horn in the state was sounding. Vehicles began to slow down as their unsuspecting drivers spotted the flashing woman; the lugging down of heavy diesel engines competed with the horns for every ear.

I had left my CB radio on in the car and switched between the primary truckers' channels, listening to the wild tales of a naked lady on EB I-30. The guys on the westbound side kept wanting to know what was happening because they couldn't see us as they passed underneath. If the view of my lady's twins hadn't gotten me aroused, the sounds of all those guys talking about wanting to get a piece of her fine body sure did.

Patty turned and gave me the signal to join her. I had already stripped off my clothes and she dropped her shorts and black thong while I walked to her. Then with her resting her weight on her forearms on the railing, she spread her feet. I walked up behind her and plied my raging hard-on between the glistening outer lips of her pussy before easing forward into her wet, velvety depths. Although the motorists couldn't actually see our connection because of the railing, there could be absolutely no doubt about what we were doing. I kept the pace slow and easy but after a bit she had to change positions to keep from bruising her swinging tits on the railing; she straightened slightly, putting each hand on the railing to the side just enough to give them clearance as I fucked her. I'm sure most of the men knew what had happened when I slumped over her back, barely able to stand, even though they could not see our mixed cum dripping down her legs.

We gathered our clothes and rested in the car for a good 45 minutes while we sipped some soft drinks Patty had packed. Between sips, she nibbled on my cock and licked all around the shaft until I was rock hard again. Then I pulled the car over to the other side of the overpass with the front of the car between lanes below. Patty got out and spent many minutes displaying her tits and to a lesser extent, her pussy and ass. Then while she bent over the hood of the car as close to the railing as I could get, I fucked her doggy style again for the westbound traffic's viewing pleasure. While we fucked, we listened to the truckers' comments on the CB radio, making Patty hotter and hotter by the minute. She finally turned onto her back and lay on the hood with her legs high in a Vee shape while I plowed her some more.

By the time I had cum again, Patty was sated, having cum often enough that she completely lost count. Her pussy was a sodden mess, flowing with her pussy juices mingled with my cum. But she didn't care. She was as happy as I'd ever seen her.

As we cleaned up and dressed for the drive back home, she made me promise that I'd bring her back often … as if that was a problem. Just as I suspected, when we got home that evening, I got the best fucking of my life. Every time I closed my eyes, her hand grabbed my cock and we went at it again until the first rays of morning sunshine filled our eastern window.



Visiting the overpass had become a fairly regular activity in our lives. We finished up the summer and fall that year by taking the little drive about every other weekend unless something really pressing had come up at home. I had picked up a hand-held scanner which I programmed for the CB channels and we would listen to truckers talking about "the banging bitch" on the overpass. Some of the drivers obviously traveled that route often enough that they had seen us on more than one occasion.

We took a short hiatus from those trips during the coldest of the winter (readers who live up north would hoot in derision if I told you what we considered cold). However the winter does not last long here and it was soon warm enough to resume our visits.

Patty and I had discussed the problems of making too many visits to the same place and how that would make the odds of being caught grow drastically. She understood perfectly and yet wanted to keep showing. I have to admit that there was something exciting about it.

And then, on our second visit of the new season, it happened. We were situated above the two lanes of eastbound traffic in the late afternoon with still a goodly amount of sunlight brightly displaying of our skin. Patty was bent over the railing as usual and I was pumping her perfect pussy doggy style, which was the best action we'd found for this scenario.

I was getting close to spurting my load of fresh cum into Patty's hot slimy cunt when I glanced a little further up the road than usual and I spotted the silhouette of a flashing bubble gum machine just like the state highway patrol uses. 

"Looks like we might get caught, Patty," I said.

"Then you'd better hurry up" she grunted, pushing her ass back into my pumping crotch.

At seventy miles an hour, the patrol car converged on the overpass quickly. Patty continued to wave at all motorists passing under us and made sure to single out the driver of the patrol car and give him a congenial wave. I felt my balls contract and I rammed into her buttocks hard for the next several strokes.

Sure enough about a hundred feet from the closed exit, the red light began to flash. Traffic quickly slowed as the HP car dove for the closed exit and quickly scrubbed off speed with screeching brakes. Barely dodging the barriers, the car ducked down into the shallow ditch, slewed around on the knee-high grass and came up on the now unused service road. As my balls started to spurt my hot seed into Patty's already dripping vagina, I rammed home one last time and pulled back on her hips to hold us together until my balls completely emptied.

The car followed the sweeping turn from service road to old highway and quickly climbed up onto the overpass, slowing dramatically as he saw us. By then we had backed a few feet from the railing and turned to face the car, Patty with her hands on her knees and me still grasping her hips as the last drops of my cum were oozing into her.

With one hand Patty waved at the officer as he drew nearer. He was still on the ramp before the overpass proper when my deflated cock slipped out of her with a soft "sh-plop". I let go of her hips and tow a couple of steps back. Patty stood up and gave the officer a full frontal wave, replete with a great smile. I could see that he was giving her a great going over with his eyes, although they lingered longest on her pendulous breasts and her nicely manicured pussy. He pulled the car to a stop at an angle behind my car, spoke something into his microphone and slowly got out of the car.

Neither of us tried anything that could be construed as hostile moves. I was very slowly heading toward the back of my car but in no hurry. Patty was slowly approaching him from the other lane of the overpass. The officer got out of his car and took a couple of steps, stopping with his feet spread, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

He was maybe a few years older than me, stood maybe two inches taller than my six feet, and was obviously in very good shape. I think Patty also liked the tan uniform he was wearing; it seemed like she always liked men in some kind of uniform.

"So…what's going on, guys?" the office asked.

"Just having a little fun, officer" Patty responded, never breaking the smile on her face. She had finally stopped in front of him and no more than three feet away.

He looked her up and down again, his glance lingering on her boobs and pussy. It was hard to tell what he might be thinking behind the mirrored shades he wore but he seemed to be impressed by her.

"So are you two the guys I've been hearing about? You've been coming here every so often and showin' people what you got?"

"Yes, sir" Patty said. "I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no!" he sputtered. "I don't mind. But some of the people who drive under this road do."

I spoke for the first time. "Really? So you've gotten some complaints?"

He looked at me as he took his shades off. "Well, no, not really. We've just picked up some talk about it on the CB."

Patty asked "Oh? So people don't seem to mind?"

"Well … I guess not. But it is a misdemeanor, you know."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Indecent exposure."

I took a couple of steps forward and pointed to Patty. "Officer, are you saying that Patty is indecent?"

"No, no. Hell, no! I'm not … well, I don't … "

Patty quickly eliminated the gap between them. She pressed her big tits into his chest as both her hands groped the cops crotch. She hissed at him "I think I do a pretty decent job of fucking. Would you like to find out? You can't charge me unless you know, can you?'

By then she had him leaning back against the side of his patrol car and his member was obviously at full attention. Still she didn't let up. With her face just inches from his, she said "Can't you give me a field test or something, like you test for alcohol?"

He glanced at me. I grinned and nodded. He told Patty, "Well, ma'am, a field test is not required but I guess I could give you one if you wanted it."

"Oh, yes, officer. I think I need it to protect my rights." She squatted in front of him, popping his belt open and unzipping his pants. In one motion, she pulled his pants and shorts down to his shiny black shoes, freeing his banana-shaped erection.

I pulled my own clothes out of the back of my car and slowly began to dress, keeping an eye on Patty and her newest lover. She got him to step out of his clothes and leave them on the ground. While she leaned in the window of his car, he slid his throbbing erection into her pussy, displacing some of my cum that oozed down her thighs. He didn't seem to notice as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. 

He filled his hands with her hooters and squeezed them hard, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fore-fingers. He had Patty moaning in pleasure and slamming her big round ass back into him with every thrust. I was sure too, from the expression on his face, that she was grasping his shaft with the walls of her pussy. She was good, as I well knew; he didn't last a full four minutes before he shot his load into her squishy twat. I'm pretty sure from her own expression that she had added the juice of another two or three orgasms of her own to the mixture oozing down her legs.

Patty quickly put on her panties and shorts to try to stem the flow of our juices. She liked the feeling of having another man's cum mixed with mine and hers inside her and wanted to keep it there for as long as possible.

The officer dressed in what must have been record time. When he walked over to me, I didn't know what to expect but he stuck out his hand and said "State Highway Patrol Office Donald Westland. Good to meet you, sir."

"Likewise, Office Westland," I said returning the handshake.

He turned to Patty and said, "Now, little lady, having given you a field test for indecent exposure, I'm going to let you off this time with a warning. And the warning is this: if you don't let me have some more of that the next time we meet, I'll run you in." I noticed he was grinning broadly when he said it. "And there WILL be a next time, right?"

Patty and I returned his grin and simultaneously said "That's right."

We waved at the officer as we turned our cars in different directions at the intersection of the parallel state highway. We took time on the way home to stop for dinner and then finished the drive home.

When we got there, Patty pulled me into our bedroom, where we striped and got into bed. She was in a hurry, laying on her back and pulling her legs up by holding her ankles. I nearly fell into her still sodden cunt, driving deep enough that during the ensuing fuck, the purple head of my cock softly bumped her cervix several times. By the time I blew my load into her, Patty had already cum several times, screaming her pleasure at me each time.

After a short rest, we took a shower together, using the handheld shower head to clean the depths of her pussy of all the cum. After that Patty kissed me long and deep while both hands fondled my cock and balls until I was raging hard again. Quickly we dried and dove into our bed. While laying on her back, Patty held and ankle in each hand, pulling her pussy up and wide open for my entry. For most of the next hour, I plowed he hot twat, frequently bumping softly into the hard button of her cervix, just hard enough for us both to feel it, not hard enough to cause either of us any pain. By the time I climaxed, she had cum four more times.

We rested a while but Patty's roving hands wouldn't let me drift off to sleep. When I got close, she could let her hands rove all over my body, finding sensitive spots where I didn't even know there were spots. We tried all sorts of positions that night, until I had whipped Patty's pussy into a white frothy-looking swamp and in the early dawn of Sunday morning, we succumbed to the weight of our eyelids.




On The Road Again



Although I told Patty several times if she wanted to take other men as lovers, it was alright with me. I reasoned that it was her body and I didn't own it, even though she came back to me for her home base. Nevertheless even though I didn't want to admit it, the old green-eyed jealousy monster sometimes reared its ugly head and I had to work to repress it. I congratulated myself on not letting it show, but I realized I may have failed sometimes.

On Friday night of the third week after the first meeting with Don Westland, I came home from work to a huge surprise. Waiting on the sofa in our den was a completely strange woman, clothed in nothing at all, sitting and conversing with Patty as if they were old friends.

When I stuttered a greeting, Patty jumped up and grabbed my hand, pulling me further into the room. 

She said "Honey, this is Kandi Wilson. I wanted to do something special for you for being so good to me so … Kandi is your present for the next 24 hours. She's agreed to do anything you want to do."

Patty pushed me down on one side of Kandi and she sat on the other. Kandi gave me a big smile and opened her arme wide for a hug. How could I turn that down? I enveloped her in my arms, pressing her 34DD twins into my chest. 

She nibbled lightly on my ear and whispered, "I hear you like to fuck, honey. So do I. How about we get one in before dinner?"

I turned to Patty and said "Thanks, hon."

She smiled and said "You're welcome. Go ahead and take her up for a quickie. I'll have dinner in about an hour, okay? When you come back down, wear robes but nothing else."

I thought that was a slightly strange request but shrugged it off and followed the curvaceous brunette up the stairs, feeling my cock jump every few seconds as her ass rolled from side to side during the trip.

Kandi was built like a smaller version of Patty, with hefty 32DD knockers, a modest working-girl's waist and nice big round buttocks. Her pussy was bare except for a small trim V pointing to her treasure. She went directly into the right room so I knew that Patty had already given her a tour of the house before I got home. Maybe they had even done something else … the bed's coverlet was a little rumpled.

Kandi climbed right up into the middle of the bed and held her arms open again. I straddled her and lowered myself to her mouth, our bodies pressed closely together as our lips met in a wet, exploring kiss.

When we broke apart, she said "Turn around, honey, so I can suck you."

So I turned around and she quickly engulfed my cock with her mouth. I was staring down at her beautiful nearly-bald pussy so I lowered my face into it and began to lap up and down that soft luscious crease. I was feeling great and she made it better by pulling her mouth off my cock and swallowing one of my balls, then nearly splitting her mouth by adding the second egg-sized oval into her warm mouth.

I responded by pulling her outer lips further apart with my fingers while scuba diving into her honey hole with my tongue. Up and down, side to side, stop and suck around her clitty … all those actions got her to moaning and swinging her thighs from side to side, softly smacking the side of my head before opening herself up wide again. Several times I felt fresh streams of clear cum flow from her opening and each time I dipped my head as deep into her trough as I could reach. 

By then Kandi had her mouth back over my cock, the bulbous head ensconced in her throat. Finally I felt her begin to vacuum my balls through my one-eyed Cyclops and I held it as long as I could … maybe another twenty seconds … and then shot eight glorious streams of fresh hot lava into her belly. While her tongue was busily licking up the last stray drops of my cum, my own tongue took another grand tour of her crease from clitty to anal valley, carefully washing down ever square inch of magnificent flesh.

I rolled over and sighed, gulping air in an attempt to slow my heart rate to some semblance of normal. I had my eyes closed as I savored the bliss that follows a good orgasms so I didn't see how Kandi was reacting but I could hear her breath also coming in ragged gasps.

A few minutes later when we were breathing easier, Kandi jiggled around on the bed. I felt her fingers close around the base of my nutsac as she cradled my balls. The other hand roved around my buttocks and she surprised me when her middle finger suddenly invaded my anus. She pushed the finger as deep as her short fingers would go and then swirled it around, gently nudging my prostate gland. My comatose member roused and began to grow stiff again. She kept up her handiwork until I was standing at attention and saluting her efforts.

"Do you want to fuck me doggy or would you like me to ride?" she asked softly.

"How about if I do it doggy this time?"

"Great!" She replied. "I've always liked it that way."

As she scrambled around to get on her knees in front of me, I pushed back only my knees and helped her back her legs to either side of mine, holding her generous hips for a guide. Kandi's hand between her legs found my member and guided it into her slippery pussy and one gentle push left my cock buried balls deep in her cunt and my crotch mashing her buttocks out of their usual basketball shape.

Having cum so recently I knew it would take a while to convince my nuts to produce another load so I set out to pump her squishy pussy at a deliberate but steady pace, neither hard nor soft but geared to providing stimuli to us both. While my cock was plowing her soft velvety garden, my roving hands explored all of her: her soft smooth back, her equally smooth but more curvy hips, her bulbous boobs, and her strong arms and shoulders.

After several minutes, Kandi lowered her upper weight to the bed and both hands slipped between her legs to grasp my scrotum … I suspected that Patty had forewarned her that I liked that activity more that most guys do … and she began to roughly massage my balls, just the way I like it. I shifted my pump into a slightly higher gear and concentrated my hand action on her tits, with an occasionally foray down to tease her clitty. It all paid off with a wonderful orgasm for me, which seemed to trigger Kandi's next cum … even if she was faking it, at that point I didn't really care.

After a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow of the fuck, we jumped into the shower, dried off and donned terrycloth robes that Patty had put out for us. When we padded barefoot down to the kitchen, we were late and dinner was cooling but Patty didn't seem to mind and for sure I didn't.

We ate a nice leisurely dinner and then adjourned to the den, where we got to know each other a little better while we semi-watched a couple of videos. It was Patty that suggested we adjourn to the bedroom and I climbed the stairs with one arm around each of two luscious ladies.

After just a little foreplay, I found myself prone on the bed with Kandi stride my sword, riding like an experienced cowgirl. For a while Patty fed me her nipples and was content to hold my head but then she stood up, placed her feet on each side of my head and then sat down. Although I couldn't see what was going on because Patty's pussy filled my vision, it felt like the two girls were kissing while Kandi continued to ride my cock.

Over the course of the next few hours, we changed positions a number of times and I even changed pussies several times, fucking and eating both women at different times. All of us took turns controlling the situation and all of us came multiple times … me only twice but both women more often. About 3 o'clock we drifted off to sleep.

Fortunately, to my way of thinking, none of us was a heavy sleeper. Somebody in the threesome awoke every 30 to 45 minutes and started another action. I remember thinking, as I finished cumming for the fourth or fifth time that night with the rays of a new morning seeping around the blinds, that the room smelled strongly of sex … and I loved it.

It was well after noon when we got up again. Patty said she was going to get into the hot tub and see if she could wash away some of the soreness in her muscles and Kandi and I decided that was a good idea. Of course ten minutes in the hot water with two nearly naked women and my latest erection was standing above the waterline.

Kandi was the first to react, stretching me out in the tub and then sitting on my dong, while resting on my chest. For a long time, our only movement was the walls of her pussy flexing on my shaft or my cock responding to her fluttering movements. A few minutes later Patty was at my side and I felt her hand trolling the area of our connection. Then very slowly her thumb pushed into Kandi's anus all the way to her second joint. When it would go no further, Patty slid her middle finger into Kandi's pussy alongside the big vein on the bottom of my throbbing cock. 

While the three of us kissed, Patty finger fucked both of Kandi's nether holes until she screamed 
"I'm cummmmmmmiiiiiiinngggggggggg!!!!!!!! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! OH, SHIT! Yessssssssssssss!"

Kandi collapsed to the side, barely able to hold her head above the roiling water. Patty got on her knees with her tits resting on the outer shelf of the hot tub.

Patty looked at me and said "Horny honey, it's your time to get off."

I took one look at her ass waiving above the water and didn't need another invitation. I maneuvered around to the middle of the tub behind Patty's big bottom and eased forward, finding absolutely no resistance until my crotch mashed her buttocks flat. Squeezing her tits hard for leverage, I "rode her hard and put her up wet," as the cowboys of our area used to say about riding a horse hard and turning it out to pasture without any special attention.

We were all pretty well spent after that. We had a little lunch and watched a college women's softball game on TV in the afternoon. As Kandi's 24 hours was running out, she sat on the floor between my legs and fondled my flaccid cock until it got hard again. Then she twisted around on the carpet, maneuvering her legs until both feet were hooked behind her head, leaving her little body in a rocking position and her pussy wide open.

She said "Honey, time for one more good fuck before I have to go. Would you like it like this?"

I just groaned, shed my shorts, and dropped to my knees. When I slipped my cock into her twat, it felt like it went in forever. The sensations from fucking her in that position were unusual to say the least and a slight twist of my body this way or that changed them all again. When I came, it felt like the greatest sperm load and most fulfilling fuck I'd ever had.

We both kissed Kandi good-bye when she had dressed. She told Patty that she'd love to do it again sometime and Patty said that she would call her.



Over the course of time, Patty arranged for a few other visitors to our bed not unlike Kandi. I found that if I was getting some strange pussy occasionally, I didn't both me at all to watch Patty getting drilled occasionally by the few officers of the State Highway Patrol post responsible for our lame duck overpass (oh, yes, they introduced her to two County Mounties also).

Whether it was after one of our visits to the overpass and subsequent sex with one of the cops or after a visit with one of the arranged ladies, Patty and I had some of the greatest sex of our lives. I had always know that a great part of good sex was mental but that proved it, since we were capable of screwing our heads off anytime but did it best after one of the encounters.

I know I'm not an expert on sexual habits but if anyone were ever to asked me how to improve their sex lives, I would suggest "Take your show on the road."



On the Road Again



I know my traveling is hard on you and on our relationship -- I know that. We both agreed that this was the right job for me to take. Somehow that just doesn't warm the lonely nights in our bed while I'm away and you're stuck home attempting to carry on with our life. 

I call you one evening, after the kids have gone to bed and can tell by the husky tone in your voice that you've been thinking of me and what you want to do to me when I return. There is a lustful, wanting tone in your voice from the minute you answer and I do my best to be cordial, asking about your day and the goings on at home. Sensing that an interesting opportunity is afoot, I suggest you light some candles, take a hot bath, rub some scented oil into your skin and then dress in a red silk robe and matching panties that I bought you. 

You attempt to make excuses and I finally order you to do what I've just told you, and to call me back once you have done as I asked. 

Nearly an hour passes and finally my phone rings again. I tell you to lock the bedroom door and lay back on our bed in a comfortable position. Again, you do as I order and put the phone on speaker, allowing you to lay it on my pillow next to your head. 

I want you to relax, darling. Listen to the sound of my voice; let it flow over your body like the silk robe covering your breast. Don't worry about speaking; enjoy the feeling of my voice, as I verbally caress your body. Moreover, I want your hands to be my hands. Let me use your hands to roam your body in concert with my voice. No, don't protest, I want you to relax and enjoy this experience.

Slide both of your hands up to your neck and massage it, let them rub the tensions of another day along away. Run one hand behind your head and into your hair while the other brushes around the line of your jaw and across your hot lips. You moan aloud and I know that you are following my directions. Slide your hands behind your ears and bring both down along your jaw meeting in the middle and tracing down your neck. As they approach your collar bone, your hands part and trace around the soft indentations there and up to your shoulders. 

Did you tie the belt of the robe? "Mmm, hmm" is the only reply I hear. I think a moment and work that into my plans for you. 

As one hand continues to gently slide across your neck, shoulders and lips, the other slowly slides down the V of your robe to the belt. As it reaches the knot in the belt, you suck the fingers of your other hand into your mouth, pretending that you're sucking my tongue in a passionate kiss. While your fingers glide slowly in and out of your mouth, the other hand unfastens the knot in your robe, allowing it to part a small measure. 

I can hear the gentle slurping as you suck your fingers in and out of your mouth. Your free hand slides up the edge of your robe, forcing it open a little further and revealing one of your ample breasts. As your hand reaches the middle of your breasts, I hear your breath catch in your throat and the slurping stops. 

I allow you to calm down a moment and then resume coaching your actions. Pushing your robe apart your free hand slides around the bottom of your ribs, just under your left breast, tickling and teasing you all at once. Your finger tips continue to slide around the edge of your breast, teasing their way in progressively smaller circles, until they are nearing your rock hard nipples. 

You stop sucking your fingers and allow your other hand to slide down your neckline, into the valley between your cleavage and push your robe apart, exposing your other breast. Your excitement is too much and you skip the build up on your right breast, moving instead to almost direct nipple stimulation. 

You moan and arch your back as both hands find your nipples at the same time, the robe falling completely off your flat stomach and pelvis. After several minutes of massaging your nipples and dancing your fingers around them, you lift one breast and suck the nipple into your mouth, your tongue doing what mine would do for you. Gently and excitedly, you suck the nipple in and out, teasing yourself higher and higher. After several moments you trade one nipple for the other, sucking the second one into your mouth. 

As you begin sucking that second nipple, you let go with one hand that returns to massaging its' partner. Letting go with your other hand, the free digits begin to slowly slide down the length of your midriff. As your fingers pass your waistline and touch the lacy top of your red panties, you moan aloud and the nipple pops out from between your lips. 

As one hand massages your left breast, the other fingertips begin to softly dance upon your mound. Their massage cannot go unanswered and you are forced to slide your fingers down, urgency taking over for planning. Your desires are so powerful that you are simply unable to do anything but slide them up and down your slit; the lace of your panties both stimulating and postponing the release that you know is nearby. 

The growing need between your thighs has taken over your very being, your other hand joining the first. Together your hands slide up and down the insides of your thighs, drawing a gentle, curving V along the lacy edges of your panties. Your breathing grows quicker and shallower as your two hands converge on the moistening slit pressed between them. 

You can wait no longer and hook a thumb under the edges of the silk waistband of the panties keeping your digits from the prize they so desire. Pressing up with your feet, you slide the silk lace panties off your hips, down your thighs and let them rest at your drawn up knees. 

Your hips drop back to the sheets, your fingers sliding along your thighs and back to the now-closed Y where your legs come together. Your fingers slide across the recently shaved edges of the patch above your lips and you moan again. Moving your knees side to side, the panties slide the last bit down and your left foot kicks them across the bed, where they land on the footboard. 

Finally freed up, your legs splay out in a natural position and allow your hands the free access you've desired. Once your legs find a comfortable position, your hands resume their exploration of the soft folds of your labia. The fingers of your left hand slide down and open up your labia, parting the way for your other hand. As your right fingers slide along your thigh, they find their way into the new opening of your labia. 

You slide two fingers into your now dripping vagina, wetting the tips for the task ahead. Now properly lubricated, your fingers slide up the opening and massage the labia along the way. Their path prepared, the fingers find your clitoris needy and waiting. The little rosebud has perked up and is rapidly expanding under your own touch. 

Sliding those two fingers in soft, gentle circles around it, you moan as your clit begins to hum. Every nerve in your pelvis is awake and firing. You can feel my tongue licking you as you hold your lips open for me. Even though I'm not there, your fingers circle the fleshy nub and slide the hood back. You moan again, thinking of my hands on your body and the amazing stimulation you're receiving. 

Sliding one knee up, your hand which had been holding your labia open slips down and two fingers go into your dripping hot hole. As they penetrate the opening, your juices seeps out, a rivulet of your own vaginal lubricant rolling down the crack of your ass and onto the sheets. 

Your imagination takes you away, your fingers becoming the head of my cock. As you continue to work in slow, gentle circles around your clit, the other fingers tease at the edges of your vagina. Slowly, pushing deeper into your depths, the fingers tease your opening. 

As your pelvis contracts upward, your fingers slide in deeper; sliding up to find the magic spot just inches away. Both your hands begin working in concert, one still teasing your clit and the other rubbing the g-spot that it found. In a few moments, the built up tension has taken over and your body tenses, all muscles tightening and drawing up. 

The speed of both sets of fingers increases, your excitement taking control of everything and your breath catches in your throat. Your thoughts all focus on the range of sensations originating between your lower abdominals and upper thighs. Time seems to stand still, as does your breathing as your orgasm finally strikes. Your groan aloud, a long and profound sound, animalistic in nature, which emits from deep in your chest. 

All time ceases and wave after wave of pleasure rolls through your body, all of which begins and ends in your pelvis. Minutes or hours later, you become dimly aware of my still talking to you. As your orgasmic euphoria begins to subside, you unclench your thighs from around your hands, not even remembering that you had drawn them up so tight that your knees were almost to your chest. 

Your hands begin to slowly slide out of your secret places, dropping to lay utterly spent by your sides as your breathing slows and your glistening chest calms. Your legs slide back out, almost straight, with one knee lifted slightly to push your labia closed and keep that amazing warmth there just a moment longer. 

With your eyes still closed, you begin to slowly return to your senses, our conversation done. You drift off to sleep, the silk robe still about your shoulders, your need satisfied, for now.



On The Road Again!



Shilo was leaving for another trip to Arizona and couldn't wait to get on the road. This time she was more equipped for the trip. She had bought a new Thunderbird and was anxious to see how it handled on a long distance drive. She was also excited at the thought of the fun she was going to have while driving. Shilo had a thing about masturbating while she drove and it was a major turn on knowing the truck drivers could see her doing it!

The Thunderbird was candy apple red with a side kit on it which made it look lowered. The car was definitely an attention getter and she knew she looked good behind the wheel too.

The morning she was leaving found Shile dressed in a little red number she loved. The dress barely covered her ass and clung to her body like a second skin. She planned to change a ways down the road before she got to Arizona. She didn't want to arrive at her sister's looking like a slut. She giggled, thinking what her sister would think if she knew about the show she gave while driving! Most likely she'd freak out if she knew.

It was still dark when Shilo pulled out of her driveway, still half an hour before the sun would show itself on the horizon. Shilo loved to watch the sun come up, it always made the world look new as it slowly spread it's light across it.

Between the front seats was a compartment that held some of her...toys. She had put a cordless vibrator and a couple of dildos in it before she left the house. Now, as she thought about the items there, she felt herself get wet. She wasn't wearing panties, that way it would be easier to play!

Shilo forced her excitement back, she didn't want to start anything before she reached the long distance between Barstow and Needles. That's when she would give herself some fun and give the truckers some cheap thrills!

The dress she wore was cut low, reveling her ample breasts for anyone looking down through the sunroof. She'd made sure to buy a car with a sunroof just for these trips. It was a total turn on to know she was being seen as she masturbated. She had also equipped the car with a CB radio under the dash. This time she would be able to hear what the truck drivers were saying about her. As she drove, one hand absently wandered to a breast, touching softly and rubbing across the nipple. 

The sun came all the way up by the time Shilo left Barstow. She was pretty excited by then, especially when she turned the CB on and heard a trucker mention the hot 'seat cover' in the red T-bird. She knew they were aware of her already and the show hadn't even started yet.

Shilo saw a convoy of trucks up ahead, there were five or six big rigs running together. She could hear them talking to each other as they drove. As she got closer, she pulled her dress up around her hips and got the vibrator out. Her pussy was shaved smooth, she felt the wetness between her legs and smiled as she quickly exchanged the vibrator for a dildo. She didn't need the vibrator yet, she was already so excited it wouldn't take much to get herself off.

The miles between her and the trucks lessened...she was coming up on the rear truck. She set the cruise control and relaxed. Taking the dildo and positioning it at her cunt's entrance. Just as she was passing the truck, she slid it in deep. Shilo gasp as a thrill went through her body. She heard the trucks horn blast when she got beside the drivers door.

The T-bird slid smoothly past the truck, Shilo glanced in her mirror and saw the shocked and excited face of the driver. He blasted his horn again and waved at her. Then she saw him put the mike of the CB to his mouth and heard him say, "Holy fuck! Check out the Blonde in the Bird! Ya ain't gonna believe your eyes! Yeah buddy!" 

She was next to the second truck in the group now, and could see the man behind the wheel looking in his rear view mirror at her. "Whoa...baby! You weren't lying partner..she's split'n her pie!" was what Shilo heard him yell over the radio.

She giggled, then gasp again as the dildo moved in and out of her wet pussy. She was so excited she almost came right then. Leaving the dildo jammed inside her, she reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her tits. Then she started rubbing her nipples and pulling on them. She felt it all the way down in her snatch.

The radio was buzzing now, the excited drivers describing her actions in the T-bird. She was beside the third truck now and could see the driver craning his neck for a look. As she came up next to the driver's door, he started blasting his horn. She noticed the last truck trying to catch up to her for another look. She laughed out loud, keeping to the steady speed her cruise control was set at.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...yeah good buddy, bet you would love some of this.." Shilo murmured softly while her hand stroked the dildo in and out of her wet pussy. She was getting close to an orgasm now. Leaving the dildo where it was for a moment, she pinched her exposed nipples and was delighted to see the trucker's face in his window as she passed him. He was sticking his tongue out lewdly at her! "Wooooooohoooooo baby!" she yelled out, grabbing the dildo again. "Oh yeah..oh oh oh...yesssssssssssssssss!" she cried as the orgasm shook her to the core. It was not the easiest thing to do...have and orgasm and drive at the same time. But Shilo had lots of practice and barely swerved on the road when her body shook in estasy.

Shilo felt her juices running down between her legs. She had put a towel on the seat before leaving home and was glad she did. She passed the first truck in the convoy and could see the driver waving wildly at her. He was making motions for her to pull over. "Oh yeah...right!" she said to herself, but smiled at him and waved goodbye. She pressed on the gas pedal and sped off down the road. 

The CB was buzzing with the excited truckers talking about he wild blonde in the red T-Bird, describing her antics to each other and laughing happily to had witnessed it. Shilo laughed as she listened to the men. "Damn I love it!" she exclaimed loudly.

A half hour later, and far ahead of the trucks, Shilo pulled into a service station and went into the ladies room. She cleaned herself up and changed into a skirt and a tank top. She also pulled a short wig out of her purse and tucked her blonde hair up under it. The wig changed her appearance with it's dark brown color and short, curly cut. She didn't look like the same woman wearing it. She still looked good, regardless, and thought the change would be fun to do and to throw the truckers off a little.

She went back to the car and climbed in, now she was ready to do it again! She thought "This ought to confuse them!" and laughed. Before she got back on the Interstate, she went through the McDonald's drive thru and ordered a burger and fries with a milkshake. Sex always made her hungry. She quickly finished her sandwich and fries and drank her shake. Traffic was light when she merged back onto the highway, slurping the last of the shake through the straw. Automobile traffic was light that is, the big rigs were numerous as always this late in the week. Most were headed towards their homes or had freight that needed to be delivered on Monday morning.

As she drove along, she noticed the drivers in the trucks she passed were looking intently at her. She figured they'd heard the story by now about the wicked blonde and were hoping to see her on the road. She giggled. "Okay guys, no need to disappoint you! So who says it has to be a blonde?"

Her tank top was held together in the front by a zipper. Shilo reached down and slid it to the hem of the little top. She wasn't wearing a bra and her big tits spilled out instantly. She could feel her nipples already hard from rubbing against the blouse naked. Shilo took one between her thumb and finger and rubbing it back and forth. She loved to touch herself, it felt so damn good! 

Already she could tell her pussy was getting damp. "God, I'm such a little slut!" she told herself, continuing to fondle her breast. She was just passing a lone truck and could see the driver had noticed her. His eyes looked big in his face as she passed him. He yanked on his horn at her and she waved back. 

Shilo opened the compartment between the seats and fished out her vibrator. "Ahhhhhh...a little 'stimulation' is a good thing!" she said as she flipped the switch to 'on.' She applied the buzzing toy to her nipples, enjoying the way it felt.

Sitting the vibrator down for a minute, she raised herself off the seat so she could push her skirt up higher. She stuck a finger between her pussy lips and felt the wetness there. Her finger glistened with her juices when she pulled it back to look. Sticking the finger in her mouth to lick it clean. "Mmmmmmmmmm...good stuff." she said, then retrieved her vibrator and placed it against her clit. She moaned at the pleasure it gave her and opened her legs wider. 

Another truck was up ahead and she watched it get closer while she rubbed the vibrator up and down her slit. She was really getting wet, and knowing the man in the truck would see, made it all the more exciting. She let her speed drop so she could set the car to cruise along beside the big truck. She had decided to let this one watch for a longer period of time, instead of passing him.

Shilo was delighted to see the man was good-looking! He was about 35 years old with a thick mustache that was black like his hair. He smiled down at her and she couldn't believe just what a great looking guy he was! Damn, he made her even hotter then she'd already made herself! She gave him another quick glance and swerved a little when she saw him hold his hand up with two fingers forming a 'V' and ran his tongue between them. She felt a flash of heat over her entire body.

Shilo kept the car cruising next to the babe in the big rig. She had decided to give him the whole show. She inched her skirt up higher and spread her legs wide. Licking two fingers, she stroked her smooth pussy for a moment before slowly inserting them into the wetness. She moaned as her fingers slipped into her, lifting her hips a little to go deeper. She used her thumb to rub her clit while she finger fucked herself for the next fifteen minutes. Her toes curled inside her shoes and she squirmed in her seat.

She looked up at the driver to see if he was watching and was surprised to see him hold up a piece of paper with the number 32 on it. She was puzzled for a minute then realized he wanted her to go to that chanel on the CB! Pulling her fingers from her cunt, she licked the juices from them, then turned her radio to 32 and listened.

A sexy male voice said "Hey beautiful, sexy woman." She looked over and saw the trucker had his mike to his lips and was talking to her!! "Woooooohoooooo...fuck'n awesome shit!" she yelled in excitement. "Don't stop playing with that little 'ole snatch darl'in." he said with a southern accent. Shilo grinned over at him and got her dildo out of the compartment. 

She put the dildo to her lips and ran her tongue over the end of it, glancing at the truck every few seconds. The driver nodded his head in approval and spoke on the CB.. "Baby..you really turn me on doing that..c'mon..fuck that nice, hot pussy for me."

Shilo didn't have to be asked twice. She lifted herself up off the seat so he could see exactly what she did next, which was penetrate her pussy with the dildo in one stroke it was buried inside of Shilo's cunt. She moaned when she slowly pulled it almost out again then pushed it right back inside. The driver continued talkng to her while she fucked herself for him. It was so much more exciting the just teasing the drivers.

The driver told her how beautiful she looked and how much he'd like to be that dildo fucking her cunt. How he'd lick her all over and spank her ass cheeks before fucking her hard. He described his hard cock and how big it had gotten from watching her. He told her he had it in his hand and was jacking himself off while he watched her. Both were having a hard time keeping their eyes on the road after awhile. 

Shilo was fucking her pussy hard, but she just couldn't seem to reach the peak of no return she was trying for...she wanted a real cock in her. She wanted the truck driver with the nice mustache to fuck her wet hole. She could see his arm movement as he jacked himself off and wished she was in the cab of that big rig with her lips wrapped around his cock!

Finally she could stand no more, she grabbed the mic on her CB and spoke three words into it, "Wanna fuck me?" The driver looked at her for a long moment and simply gave her a nod of 'yes.' Ahead of them, just a few more miles, was a rest stop, without a word, she followed him into the rest area and quickly got out and climbed up into his truck before she could change her mind.

The truck driver looked just as good up close and personal as he did from a distance. Shilo was thrilled by his accent when he said in a low, sexy voice. "Hey pretty lady." and gave her a big smile. "Hello yourself," she said in return and got comfortable. The inside of the cab was spacious and as neat as a pin. She was surprised at how clean it was and how nice he seemed, considering...

He told her his name was Jake and leaned over to kiss her. She melted against his chest when he put his arms around her. She could smell his aftershave and taste toothpaste in his kiss. He rubbed his hand up and down her back while he kissed her and she felt goosebumps from his touch.

The kiss grew more passionate as Shilo allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him just as deeply. Her body wanted more then kisses and Jake seemed to know that. His hand slid around to her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the blouse, making them hard under his fingertips. He found the zipper and slid it down, releasing her beautiful 38C's. Shilo sighed as he mouth left hers and he kissed his way to her tits. 

Jake heard Shilo's moan as he took a tit in his mouth to suck. "Damn baby, you are something special," he whispered close to her ear. He slipped one hand up under her skirt and was pleasantly surprised to find she was naked under it. He stopped and they climbed into the sleeper of the truck so they could lay down.

Shilo took her blouse and skirt off, folded them neatly and set them on the front seat. She lay back and watch Jake undress. His chest was covered in soft black hair, which Shilo found to be a turn on. When he took his Levi's off, her eyes grew round in shock at the size of his cock.

Jake's cock was standing at attention, all nine and a half inches of it. Not only was it lengthy, but thick as well. She had never seen one bigger then 6" before, let along been fucked with anything that big! Jake moved between her legs and bent down to give her shaved pussy some sweet licks. She moaned loudly when his tongue found her clit and started to flick it. Shilo almost came when he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit on it. Her back arched and she twisted her lower body into his exploring tongue. 

Shilo felt him slide a finger into her soaking wet pussy and moaned with desire. He started to finger fuck her while he licked and sucked on her clit. He felt her body tense up, then explode under him, in an orgasm. Her juices flowed out over his fingers and soaked his face. Shilo pushed Jake back then got on her knees. Pushing him down on his back so she could straddle his body and lower herself down on to his rockhard cock. The head felt hugh as it slipped between her well lubed pussy lips. She kept lowering herself until she was sitting on his pelvic area, his cock completely impaling her.

"Oh my God! That feels so fucking good!" she cried out as she started to bounce up and down on his dick. He grunted in agreement, her tight snatch gripped his cock and squeezed. He reached up to grab a tit in each hand so he could rub and squeeze them while she rode him. Her cunt was very tight and he knew he wouldn't last much longer if he lay there letting her go...

Shilo was approaching her second orgasm and looked down at her trucker.. "I want you to cum with me sugar.." she told him, "I can't last much longer this way." she finished in a rush of hot breath. "Yeah baby, I'm with you." he answered. He thrust upwards, burying his cock to to his balls in her wetness, making her cry out in lust.

Both of them doubled their efforts, fucking each other as hard as possible in the sleeper. The cab of the truck rocked with them. Shilo screamed, "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmming!" as she twisted her body in ecstasy and Jake's hot cum shot into her cunt in bursts and streams. She could feel it filling her pussy and running out around his beautiful cock. He grunted his pleasure as he shot his load into the pussy riding his manhood for what it was worth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit!" he yelled out, grabbing her hip and holding her tight while he came what felt like gallons inside her vagina.

Shilo felt his cock starting to soften and slid off of him to lay at his side. He leaned over and kissed her gently, smiling into her eyes. They stared at each other for a minute before bursting into laughter at the same time. "That was great." he told her, moving a strand of hair out of her eyes. Shilo reached up and pulled the wig off of her head and saw Jake smile knowingly. "Sorry...didn't mean to freak you out," she told him, trying to control her giggles. "I was expecting that" he answered with a laugh. "How many beautiful ladies could be on the Interstate in the same red Thunderbird?" They lay there talking for close to an hour before both had to get dressed and back on the road.

Both knew it was a 'one time event' for them and lingered over their goodbyes. Shilo kissed him one last time, got in her car and drove back to the highway. She felt well satisfied and loved having had the courage and luck to having experienced it. She'd never forget it that was for sure...



On The Road Again



DISCLAIMER: If you're reading this and you are under 18, ask LBJ how many babies he killed today. Put that fucker in his place, you've got rights, man! 

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Julia was young when she grew scared of sleeping. So scared, in fact, that she did everything- and took everything- possible to stop it. Though a clever girl, her phobia and other disorders greatly interfered with her life, to the point of her actually becoming a truck driver instead of pursuing some other, more rewarding career.

And there she was on the road, nights bleeding together, driving for days on end, sometimes not even remembering where she was going. She didn't even remember picking up the hitchhiker, smelling the alcohol on his breath all the way from where she was sitting, and all of a sudden grew afraid. "Who...who are you?" Her breath caught in her ribcage, suddenly self-conscious of what she was wearing. It's snowing outside. What am I doing?

The man sniffed a bit, undoing his jacket slowly, but leaving the cap on his head. His voice croaked from the misery that came from the timeless twilight of night, that seemingly endless stretch of pitch black until it was throttled abruptly by those oh so gentle rays of light. "I'm nobody." It was the wisdom of senselessness that the hour brought to the mind, and Julia prayed for those rays of dawn, those awful tendrils of brightness that brought with them clarity. She knew it would arrive far too late, as he tossed his jacket back, and the clang and rattling of empty Red Bull cans and pill bottles filling the cabin. She felt his hand find her thigh that was far, far too bare, why am I wearing this?! What is happening? but she knew she'd have to take him down. She kept an old letter opener on the driver side, and it would find a fitting home in his jugular! They were in the boonies, he wouldn't be found for some time. And even if he was, these people didn't report anything. She steeled herself, about ready to-

Reality wasn't real, and pain lanced her brain, tears instantly falling as she knew what was happening. It always happened always happened to her. She was in the middle now, and his hand was on her face, it felt like the smell of flies and she couldn't move. No no please no not now please no! She felt his breath on her ear, he always came after her, he attacked and when he was there her skull felt like it wanted to split open from the inside out. She didn't even notice them undoing her clothes, was Nobody seeing this?! He had to! "Please! Help!"

Even as she sobbed weakly at him, that voice whispered, the sound of weeds growing over a grave. "You're...beautiful...", the grotesque shape on her left uttered, it's vile tongue across her neck even as the man on her right continued his exploration of her. She looked at the abomination on her left. "M-Mr. Boo...puh-p-please...nooo..."

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Phillip awoke at dawnbreak, strong rays of gold and warmth heating him up enough to let him remember how much he was freezing. Rising from the base of a tree and marveling at the fact that he wasn't dead, the backpacker and perpetual hitchhiker wanted to make it out of this goddamn forest, remembering the last night the sound of what had to be a mac truck screeching and barreling down the nearby road at what had to be at least 90, Phil gauged with his lifetime of experience on the road. He was scared that with that crazy noise would bring sirens and with sirens would come their questions and harassments. He'd had enough of that as a young man, and now in his 40s, the bearded wanderer hadn't changed his ways.

The sunlight was galvanizing his body into working once more, the hunger easily ignored last night, gnawed at him in a way that drove him crazy. Not only that, but morning seemed to fill his bladder to painful bursting, a problem that seemed only to come with age. Looking around, and seeing naught but trees and dirt for miles like before, he turned, leaning on that righteous oak, breath fogging as he unzipped his jeans, pulled down his boxers, and waited. Waiting was another problem, somewhere down the line his dick became lethargic and slower to respond for anything, and it frustrated and angered the aging man.

"I wasn't ready!" He had to voice it out loud, right hand clenching into a fist even as the left firmly gripped his cock and aimed it at the roots. It was true, he hadn't been ready, but his body didn't seem to give a damn what he wanted, and behaved according to its own schedule, just about. And one day, it would decide he'd spent enough time here, and to hell if he needed more time, or wanted to see his family one last time, or, or...it was tough not to be bitter about it all, especially without coffee this early in the morning.

It was while his mind railed against his mortality that he finally went, interrupting Phil's morbid thought process with the sensation of that golden yellow flowing from him and hitting the dirt softly. He leaned more against that tree and groaned at the sensation, knees bowing inward just a fraction, it was just a pleasurable sensation that he couldn't for the life of him explain, and didn't care to. "No more pissing when it's over, neither."

With a sigh, he shook it off and shook himself out of this spiral, knowing that he just needed a hot breakfast in him. There was a road up ahead, he'd follow it and find a truckstop down the road. Had to of been what that speeding bastard was hauling ass for, right? In no time he found the road, and looking down, he saw a mudflap, apparently that bastard had been going so fast, his truck lost a flap. Phil had to chuckle at that, and looking up ahead he saw an old, faded yellow piece of writing paper looking to be 2 years old at least, crumpled in the mud. The air had been so still here that it hadn't gone very far, and apparently no cars took this route, so there was nothing to disturb it.

While not normally a snoop, Phil held the belief that because the note fell out here in the open, it became open for 'dibs', and there being nobody else to call 'dibs'...Phil stepped over casually, picked up the piece of paper with hands so cold they were a bit red, and opened it up. Instantly he was surprised at the lovely and remarkable handwriting, much neater than he'd give a truck writer credit for. Sniffing just to ensure his nose remembered how to do it, Phil began to read.

"Dear (there was mud and soot covering the name, and Phil couldn't make heads or tails of it),

I had a dream about you last night, it was a nightmare, but when I woke up and wanted to tell you about it, I remembered that you left, how you left, and I cried. Your father and I are worried sick about you, we can't pretend to know why you made the decision to do what you do, but we promise not to fight if you just come back, come back and let us know you're ok.

It wasn't ok of us to say you were crazy, it wasn't alright of us to hurt you, but you have to understand that we were hurt. Hurt that our beautiful, baby girl wanted to throw her life away, at least that's how it looked to us. Our imaginative girl who always saw such rich fantastic worlds, our genius writer, our straight A honor student who never looked pushed into it like your poor little friends with the overbearing parents...our girl who decided out of the blue, days before graduation, to quit high school, and become a trucker! You had to have seen our point of view. But it doesn't matter now, your 23rd birthday went by without you here, we don't want you to miss your 24th. We don't want you to think that nobody cares about you.

I don't know how to write this next part. We spoke with your therapist, the one you say privately, in high school...we're not angry about that, we would have helped pay for it if we knew, but I understand that you wanted privacy. He told us about Mr. Boo. All this time, we had no idea. We just thought that Mr. Boo was your childhood friend when you grew up. You would always tell us he was in the corner, when you ate at the table, and when you went to bed at night...We always thought you loved him, that you were playing...we didn't realize what he was, that you didn't want him around. We didn't realize you were trying to warn us."

At this point the ink for the next 2 paragraphs were smudged save for occasional repeated words of 'we/I were/was stupid', and 'I love you', and Phil knew right away they were smudged tears. His own features softened, and he made himself finish the letter. He owed them that much, though he honestly couldn't say why.

"You are our daughter, and we made mistakes raising you, but we love you more than there is sand in Egypt. Please just come back. Please."

It didn't bother signing the letter, a personal letter to your child, why would you? He looked up, looking to his right and catching glimpses of that beautiful amber and purple dawn through the leaves of trees. It gave him a sense of clarity, and putting the letter in his jacket pocket, he walked toward the dawn, down the side of the road.

"Maybe there'll be a truckstop soon, and maybe sleeping there is a girl who owns a truck. And if there's a girl there who owns a truck, maybe I'll find her. And maybe she'll want a letter from her mommy back. Maybe."

It was one hell of a longshot, a lot of maybes that probably wouldn't turn out to be the case at all, but he could hope.

It was the only option he had, after reading that letter. Something in him was glad it was morning.



On the Road Again Pt. 01



I must give credit to my editor SlaveGirl70. She was a vital contributor to this story, and corrected many blunders on the part of the author. I can't thank her enough. 

Daunti 

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On The Road Again 

An Exercise in Middle Aged Fantasy 

Tim had been driving alone for nearly six hours. He'd stopped for gas and a cup of coffee about thirty minutes ago, but as usual his mind tended to wander when there wasn't anyone around. 

Three A.M. on a Friday morning, forty miles south of Kingsville, Texas on highway 77 south. Why am I here? I'm here because I'm headed home from a meeting in Austin. I could have stayed over but if I get home now I'll have all day today off and no one to answer to. If I have breakfast and stall a little, my wife will be at work when I get home, and I can have the day to do what I want. Not that I don't like my wife, but when we're both home during the day, even on the weekends, she's always demanding my attention and I get bored. Beside, I've been true to her for twenty-two years, but lately I've been wondering what it would be like to pursue a young, slender, girl with firm, perky tits, silky skin and a great figure. I've never had one of those, and it's tempting, but the problem with that is that I wouldn't have the foggiest notion how to approach one. Do I pick one out in the supermarket and get myself arrested for propositioning her on the spot? Probably not a good idea... Go to a bar and try to pick one up? Even if I could get enough time out of my wife's sight to go to a bar, I can't imagine a twenty something year old taking me seriously. There's nobody at work for me to hit on; they're all either as old as my wife, or fat, or ugly, or as stupid as a cow, or all of the above. I can always hope the boss will hire a looker but there's not much chance of that. His wife would kill him if he did, and he knows it. Even if he did hire one, what would she want with a forty-year-old fart like me? And the worst problem of all is that it's wrong. I made my choices and I can't go back on them now It's fun to think about but I'll never do it. Well, so much for that idea. 

Forty miles south of Kingsville on highway 77 there was nothing but a fence on each side of the divided highway, and beyond the fences, sagebrush and cactus. There wasn't any civilization for another thirty miles. It's a desolate stretch of highway that was even more so at three o'clock in the morning. 

Tim shook his head to try to wake up. It was always dangerous on this stretch, especially if you're fatigued. It tends to lull one to sleep. 

Then he saw it: a red sports car stopped just off the road, on the shoulder, with the emergency blinkers flashing and the hood open. It looked like a Jaguar convertible. 

Should I stop? Good question. If I was stranded out here at three in the morning I'd appreciate some help, but I'm alone. On the other hand, it doesn't seem likely that somebody's going to set a trap at this time of night, when there's not much traffic, and it's as apt to yield a highway patrol trooper as an unsuspecting victim. Of course, the Jag is good bait... 

Tim slowed down and pulled off the road behind the red Jag. He put on the emergency flashers and turned off the headlights, but left the parking lights on. Just as he opened his door to get out, the driver's door of the Jag opened, showing a shapely female leg. 

As she got out, the only thing he could tell about her in the dim glow of the parking lights was that she was trim and wearing shorts and a halter-top. She eyed him with some hesitation, cocking her head as he walked toward her, but finally took a step toward him and said, "Thanks for stopping. I was afraid I'd have to spend the whole night by myself out here in the boonies. Being a city girl, I don't think I've ever seen any place as dark and empty or as frightening as this is." 

"Hello, I'm Tim Henry. What happened?" 

"Hi, I'm Jessica Long. I don't know what happened, the damned car just quit." 

"Nice to meet you, Jessica; it's a shame it has to be under these circumstances. I'm sorry I don't have any tools along on this trip, but it wouldn't help much if I did. With the new cars these days, it takes a whole shop full of equipment just to find out what's wrong. The best I can do is to offer you a lift. Where are you headed?" 

"I was on my way to Padre Island for spring break." 

"Well, what would you like to do? We can call someone to tow your car, but not till tomorrow. There's no cell phone service this far out, so we'll at least have to go to Raymondville. I'm sure there's no towing service open overnight there. It's just a small town." 

"Mr. Henry, if you can just get me to someplace where I can get a room, I'll call my insurance company in the morning and they'll get the car towed to a dealership. It's still under warranty so it'll get fixed, but I'll need a rental to get on to Padre Island. I'd hate to miss even a day of spring break just because my stupid car broke down." 

"Please, call me Tim. May I call you Jessica?" 

"Actually it's Jess to my friends, and I'd say helping me out like this makes us at least friends." I wonder if he's married. A little old, but then I haven't tried an older man yet. If he cheats he may know how to supply orgasms...or maybe not. Let's see what happens. 

"Great, Jess. Raymondville is the closest town, but I'd suggest you stay in Harlingen. It's only another twenty miles or so down the road from Raymondville and it's on the way to the island. A lot more facilities there, and a better choice of lodging and car rentals, unless you'd rather go on to the island tonight. Where are you staying for spring break?" 

Jess hesitated, wondering whether she should tell him anything more. She'd been burned before by men who seemed nice and safe, and she didn't want her vacation ruined by some snake that just wanted to use her. She picked her partners, not the other way around. "Tim, I really appreciate your helping a lady in distress, but I'm cautious about inviting strange men into my personal life. I'll be happy to pay you for your trouble, but I'd like to keep it on a 'strictly business' basis. My reservation is for today, but I can't check in until three o'clock this afternoon, so I'll have some time to kill. How far is Padre Island from here? Is it on your way?" 

Tim understood her reluctance to get too chummy, so he answered, "It's a couple of hours from here. I live in Harlingen, about half way to the island from here. I'll be happy to keep my distance, but I'm afraid you'll have to either get in my car or wait here until I can send someone to tow your car and get you to civilization, which is apt to be several hours at least. I assure you I'm not a sexual predator or anything else dangerous, and you'll be quite safe with me. On the other hand, out here in the middle of nowhere isn't a very safe place to be. I'd suggest that you let me take you to Harlingen and see if you can rent a car at this time of night. I seriously doubt that you can until morning, but I'm not sure. You won't be able to contact your insurance company until their offices open anyway, but I think you can probably get a tow truck on its way as soon as we get there. I'm sure we can get you a room if you want, where you can wait for things to open, rent a car, and get on your way. So, what do you want to do, Jess?" 

Jess didn't really have any doubts what to do, but she still didn't want to give Tim any hint of a come on...yet. She hesitated, as if thinking it over, then said, "I think waiting here a couple of hours more wouldn't be a good idea for me, so I'll choose you and your car over a scary, dark, side-of-the-road wait." 

"Good decision. Let's go." They got her bags and things transferred to Tim's car, closed the hood and locked her car securely. When they were underway, Jess could see Tim dimly by the illumination of the dash lights, and, as women are wont to do, evaluated his looks. She found him pleasantly appealing; he was probably about her father's age but in better shape. She'd never considered a liaison with an older man but it might be an interesting change from the nitwit, overgrown, spoiled brats she'd encountered at college. As she continued to appraise him he remained quiet; in fact, he hadn't spoken since they got into his car. Was this his way of keeping his distance? She didn't quite know where to go from here. 

"The air conditioning sure feels good. It's hot down here even at three in the morning. Did I upset you when I wouldn't tell you where I was staying on the island?" 

Tim didn't answer right away. Finally he said, "No, I can understand that being picked up in the middle of nowhere, alone, by a strange man at three o'clock in the morning, doesn't happen every day. As appealing as you are, I can imagine that unsolicited seduction efforts must not be an unusual occurrence for you. I'm just glad for your sake that you decided to trust me. The next guy to come along might not have been safe at all." 

"You think I'm appealing?" 

"Young lady, that can't possibly be a surprise to you. You must have mirrors in your room and young men flocking around you day and night. Of course you're appealing. I'm old enough to be your father, but I'm not dead yet." 

"Are you married, Tim?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you cheat on your wife?" 

Tim didn't quite know how to deal with a question that direct from a stranger, an attractive young female stranger at that. He thought a minute before he answered. 

"Haven't yet, Jess." 

"Does that mean you might?" 

"I suppose. I'm as susceptible to temptation as anyone else, but I've not gone out of my way to stray. In all honesty if the opportunity presented itself, I just might succumb. I know my wife has on occasion, so I suppose I could plead justification, but I never was skilled at seduction, and no woman has come after me seriously yet, so the decision hasn't had to be made." 

Tim was considering whether or not she was making a pass at him, but decided that was wishful thinking on his part. He decided to come back with as direct a question as she'd asked. "Have you ever slept with a married man, Jess?" 

She remained quiet while she thought about what he'd said. Out here in the middle of nowhere, alone with a strange man, at the center of an adventure that was outside her experience, she was tempted to do the outrageous. 

Jess had never had to seduce a man. Every one she'd ever met wanted her in bed the moment he saw her. She'd given in to more than one, but they'd mostly been disappointments, and she wondered if an older man might be different. She said simply, "I haven't yet." 

"Does that mean you might?" 

"Touché to you Tim," This is the first man I've met since I grew breasts that seems totally naïve about how to get a woman into his bed. He's embarrassed to even approach the subject. If this is just a technique of his to get women in bed it's a very effective one. Give them a challenge they can't resist by playing an innocent. The problem is whether he's and innocent or a letch. Should I take a chance and try calling his bluff? If he really doesn't know what he's doing it won't take much to shut him down, and I'm apt to lose my chance. On the other hand if he's gaming me I don't need that. So what do you do now Jess? You stall, that's what you do. 

Tim didn't quite know where to go from here. On the one hand he was terrified of even considering sex with someone besides Georgia. How do you approach sex with a totally strange woman whom you've no idea how to please? On the other, he was excited that Jess might be interested in him, even if he couldn't figure out why. He finally managed to say, "It seems we're both sailing in uncharted waters. Unfortunately, me more than you." 

In spite of her caution, Jess didn't appear to Tim to have any inhibitions at all when talking about even the most intimate things, as she asked him, "Do you enjoy sex with your wife?" 

"I guess I'd have to say I do. After twenty-two years it tends to get a bit routine and predictable, but it's still enjoyable. Don't you think that's a dangerous subject for you to be broaching with someone you don't want to let into your personal life?" 

"Tim, we've been alone with each other for nearly an hour now, and you haven't even made an untoward remark, let alone any threatening gesture toward me. Since I'm not raped and lying dead in the ditch, I don't think a little frank conversation is out of order, do you?" 

"Well Jess, it isn't something I'm much accustomed to from the opposite sex, but I guess that depends on what you're after. Since I don't have any experience at all in the pursuit of recreational sex, if you're hinting at a one night stand, I don't know how to play that game. I'd just be stumbling in the dark, and I don't mind telling you I'd be terrified. On the other hand, if you're after a longer term relationship, I'm not a good candidate for that either, because I'm not willing to risk my marriage for some clandestine affair that ultimately has to end. 

I was raised at the tail end of an era when sex without consequences didn't exist. Pregnancy, disease, emotional injury, religious punishment...they all made sex before marriage a dangerous, socially unaccepted activity. Yeah, a lot of people engaged in it, but polite society denied its existence, and people certainly didn't talk about it. Extramarital sex was looked at the same way. People did it, and still do it, but it wasn't accepted except under cover of deceit. You certainly didn't flaunt that you were cheating on your spouse. 

Things seem to be different today. TV and movies sell incidental sex as the norm, and I have to wonder if they lead or follow our social customs. I think one of my philosophies about life is that if a relationship has to be hidden, you shouldn't be in it...shows you how old fashioned I am." 

Jess didn't know how to react to what Tim had just said. She'd never met anyone both as mature and naïve at the same time. While she was trying to sort out where she wanted to take things next, something she wasn't at all accustomed to doing, Tim was thinking, I should learn to keep my rambling mouth shut. She isn't any more interested in philosophy than any other twenty year old female, and it's sure not helping my cause any to bore her to death. 

What is my cause? Can I really pursue seducing a twenty year old for a one-night stand? Is it apt to be worth the price? I don't even know what she looks like in decent lighting. Pretty enough face and hair and it looks like she has a great body, but that's all I can tell. Of course, what the hell else do I need? It's not like I get to try my hand at getting some strange without any commitment or much danger every day. If that's what she's really making available... 

Jess, on the other hand, had understood everything he'd said. The longer she was around Tim, the more she thought getting to know him was something she wanted to do. He was certainly more interesting than the football jocks she spent most of her time with, but did she want to just spend time with him, or did she want to do more? She was becoming convinced that he really didn't have any experience outside of his marriage, and wondered if leading him astray, as easy as it should be to do, was something she could live with afterwards. It's one thing to spar with a single guy, but being the first to bring a married one to cheat on his wife is something else. Spring break seemed less and less important all the time. 

She took the bit in her teeth. "Does not hiding a relationship mean that if you spent the night with me, you'd feel compelled to tell your wife you had? Or would you need to have told her first that you were going to? Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. You haven't even said you wanted to spend the night with me, have you? I guess that makes me an egotistical bitch for assuming you'd want to bed me, just because I'm here. I need to quit assuming every male on the planet wants to as well." 

"Jess, I'd suggest that wasn't an unfair assumption. At the risk of turning you off, could I defer a decision on asking you to sleep with me? There's a lot more to be decided here than just whether I want to have a one night fling with someone young enough to be my daughter. I've never had the guts to try that, and it goes without saying that part of me wants to very much; however as the philosophers say, every action has consequences. I haven't even figured out what those consequences might be, let alone whether I'd be able to pay for them." 

Jess was beginning to enjoy this cat and mouse game. "Like what, Tim? What's to be decided besides whether you jump the fence or not?" Jessie, if you don't watch out you're going to have this guy all over you. Is it just because your ego doesn't want you to be turned down for the first time in your life, or is it the challenge that's turning you on? You really can't afford to fall for this guy...can you? This is supposed to be a two week fuck party, not a fall in love with your father trip. 

"Frankly, Jess, I'm not at all sure I can provide an exciting romp in the hay for you anyway. I told you that my wife has slept with other men and that doesn't bode well for my ability to satisfy a partner, does it? I'm sure I don't have the endurance or the aggressive enthusiasm that you're accustomed to from your male peers at school." 

"Don't overestimate my male peers, Tim. At least you have some concern for satisfying your partner, which is more than I can say for them; and endurance isn't one of their strong suits either. What else is giving you a problem?" 

"Jess, I get the feeling that starting down this road may be a bit like starting cocaine. It could easily lead to an addiction that can't be stopped, and I can't help wondering if even the most exotic encounter is going to be worth the long-term problems, especially when I don't have any idea what those problems are, or if the encounter is going to be as exotic as I'm imagining. I really don't want to turn in to what some of my male acquaintances seem to be. They spend most of their time scouting out possible conquests without any attention to what those women might have besides a willingness to sleep with somebody they don't know. They don't much care what they look like, act like, or expect. Maybe that's the norm for human males, but if it is then I'm a long way from normal. I don't think I could fuck a strange female just once and then walk away and forget her, like nothing happened between us." 

Jess eyed the black asphalt moving under the car at seventy miles an hour and thought she might be moving almost as fast towards coaxing a stranger into her bed. He'd handed her a challenge and she couldn't resist testing his logic. "Do you think it's possible to separate recreational sex from making love with your longtime partner, without adversely affecting that long term relationship? Do you think your wife has managed it, or is she just hanging around because of the kids and out of habit?" 

Then Jess had a brilliant idea and asked Tim, "If you really believe you're such a lousy lay, wouldn't you like a second opinion?" There you go Timmy, I'll give you a challenge and an incentive to match mine. 

Tim's mind was turning over as his body responded to the thought of getting something he'd fantasized about for years. Well old buddy, you're going to have to decide what to do. She's made up her mind to charm you with logic to overcome your great-sounding doubts and reservations, and if you stall too long you're apt to lose her interest. It's time to put up or shut up. 

"Tell me, is this the sort of thing girls your age do these days? I can't imagine someone like you needing to hit on someone like me. Half the guys at the University must be just aching to get their hands on you." 




On the Road Again Pt. 01



"I told you, Tim, they're only interested in getting our hands and mouths on them. They all think they're God's gift to womankind and we girls are lucky if they condescend to let us suck their cocks. All the while telling us they'll adore us forever. It makes me sick, and I hope you'll show me it can be otherwise. Let's get to Harlingen, get a room, and satisfy both our curiosities." 

* * * * * 

Tim was more than a little shocked at Jess's directness so he didn't answer yet, but thought to himself. So it's decision time. I couldn't shut up, so now I have to put up or get out of the game. Jess has gone all in and I can either fold or call her. I never expected to meet a woman with enough guts to just ask a guy to fuck her. No camouflage, no hedging, and no way to back out by saying she was misunderstood. Just straight ahead, "I want to fuck you so let's get on with it." It's tempting...but dangerous. 

Well it's still about an hour to Harlingen. Maybe I can come up with some way to de-fang her before we get there. Why not just blow her off and forget it? Because I like this feeling in my crotch and the anticipation in my head. This mixture of terror and curiosity at the same time. I wonder which one going to win. 

Meanwhile Jess was watching Tim frown, as he watched the road. She could see him all but squirm in his seat, and she almost felt sorry for him, but she really wanted to win this one. This was the first time she could remember since high school that she'd made the first move. She couldn't stand being turned down then, and she didn't want to be turned down now—not ever again. She damned her father for spoiling her time in high school, but she'd made up for that when she got to college. 

When the silence got thick enough to cut she said, "I overdid it didn't I? I gave you an ultimatum and it isn't sitting well with you." 

"Not an ultimatum exactly, but you didn't leave me much wiggle room, and I'll admit I'm conflicted. My pelvis is excited, but my brain is numb. I don't know how to respond to your invitation, and I don't know how to handle your directness on such a usually tiptoed around subject." 

Jess came back with, "You've never had a woman proposition you before?" 

"No, not that I know of, and certainly not in the way you have." 

"Then let me give you a lesson in male-female social behavior. Just treat it like an invitation to dinner. If you're not hungry, just say so. If you don't trust my ability to cook, just say so. If you're afraid I'm going to poison you, just say so. If my tits are too small, or my legs are too short, or my ass isn't big enough, or I'm too fat, or you don't like to fuck, just say so; but if we don't talk, you're never going to get comfortable with the idea that a woman would so blatantly want to seduce you." 

"Believe me Jess; I'll never get comfortable with that idea, no matter how much we talk. I think you'll have to admit that this is a little more important than an invitation to dinner." 

"I don't see why it's more important Tim. You might be surprised at what a person can get used to. For example, right now I'm feeling invalidated, and wrestling with the fact that I have to talk you into taking me to bed, but I'll get over it." 

"What do you mean Jess? What did I do to invalidate you?" 

"It isn't what you did, it's what you didn't do Tim. I'm never the aggressor. I never have to ask, or usually even flirt. The guy I'm with stumbles all over himself trying to convince me that he's the only one capable of giving me a night full of pleasure, and that if I'll only let him grace my bed he'll be forever grateful, and worship me ever after. 

"Of course the result, if I get sucked in, is usually very much different than that, and most of the time I'm left with a very bad taste in my mouth, and an absolute terror that I might end up having to see him again; but in the end, he's always the one that makes the move, and I'm the one that makes the choice." 

"If it doesn't work Jess, why do you keep on caving in?" 

"I get horny and hope springs eternal I guess. On occasion I've lucked out, but those never repeat. Back to you Tim; since you know your wife cheats on you why do you have a problem reciprocating? What keeps you from fucking every lonesome housewife in the neighborhood? I've been told they're plentiful." 

"For several reasons, Jess. First, I've told you I'm old school, and I was taught that two wrongs don't make a right. I promised to be faithful when I repeated our wedding vows, and I try very hard not to break my word...admittedly something that gets harder and harder to do as time goes on." 

"Second, if she hadn't been pregnant, I don't think she'd have married me at all, and I feel responsible for her need to sleep around. I must not be able to meet her needs or she wouldn't feel she has to go behind my back to get satisfied in someone else's bed. At least she's considerate enough not to rub my nose in it. 

"Third and I guess the most important reason is that since I'm responsible for making her pregnant, and effectively removing any choice she had about what she could do with the rest of her life, I think I owe it to her to do everything I can to ensure her happiness. Wouldn't you agree Jess?" 

"Are you telling me that a one night-stand with me that she doesn't even know about, is going to ruin her life?" 

"Oh she'd know Jess. She'd see it all over me in an instant, and though it wouldn't ruin her life, it would certainly ruin our marriage. She's made that very clear over the years." 

"I think you're making yourself pay way too much for one mistake you made twenty years ago. Can't you see you're being the martyr? Why not just divorce her and get on with your own life Tim?" 

"Because for one thing I have three daughters that I love, and feel responsible for, and divorce would just be a selfish move that would devastate four lives for the sake of one. Not a good trade; besides, I signed on for life." 

What the hell do I have to do to get this guy in bed with me? I can tell he wants to, but I don't know whether his reluctance is because of a lack of confidence or some prudish sense of honor. Dare I criticize his wife for being a slut? Go easy Jess...there's no rush. Just let him stew a bit and keep your mouth shut. 

For once Jess took her own advice and just sat in her seat, looking expectantly at Tim. 

Tim could tell that Jess wanted to comment on his last remark and that the longer the silence went on, the harder it would be for her not to talk, so it became something of a war of wills. Who's going to break the silence? 

Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten minutes. 

Jess broke first by shouting angrily, "God dammit Tim, what's wrong with me? Am I ugly? Do I smell bad? Is my hair too short; too long; the wrong color? What the hell is it Tim? I've been led to believe I'm a dick magnet, but right now I feel like I must be the wrong polarity for you and it's pissing me off. Are you just leading me on, or playing some sadistic game, or is this some insane way you seduce women? I've never been so subtly insulted in my life and I want to know what's going on! Why are you doing this to me?" 

"Isn't that a bit of a turnaround? The fact that I haven't laid a hand on you is somehow abusing you? I think I'm a little bit confused here. Can you help me out, Jess?" 

"Well when you put it that way Tim, it does seem sort of stupid, but it's the way I feel, and I don't know what to do about it. I'm used to getting my way, and I'm upset that I can't get you to admit that you want me." 

"Oh, I want you Jess. I just don't think I can afford you." 

"Now you're calling me a whore?" 

"No Jess, you're not asking me to pay, far from it, but it seem society always collects; especially from those of us not as fortunate as you. If I slept with you, I couldn't buy my way out of a reputation as a cheating husband any more that I've been able to buy my way out of being made a cuckold by my best friend since high school, and all because I couldn't satisfy my wife's sexual needs." 

"Hasn't your wife avoided a reputation as a cheating wife?" 

"No Jess, if she wasn't a cheating wife I wouldn't be nearly as tempted as I am to take you up on your proposition. In fact, I most likely wouldn't even be here with you right now; the universe being what it is." 

"What are you some kind of a mystic? The universe gets even with us for our misdeeds?" 

"No, I just realize that the universe ... or something ... tends to even things up over time; even if spoiled rich kids and cuckold husbands don't want it that way." 

"So now I'm a spoiled rich kid too?" 

Tim didn't respond; he just let the silence work its magic again. 

Finally Jess said softly, "I suppose I am just a spoiled rich kid, but does that make me evil, or stupid, or some even worse form of undesirable?" 

"No Jess, it just means that you've may have never had the opportunity to learn that some things have a price other than money, and that wealth doesn't necessarily insulate you from those, as it does from the monetary cost of things, and that eventually you, or somebody, has to pay. Unfortunately those payments are often emotional, and sometimes very painful. Sometimes they're paid by people who don't deserve, and can't afford, to pay them. 

"That's a part of my dilemma here Jess, I...oh never mind; one of my many bad habits is that I lecture too much. Just forget it and tell me what's going on in your head." 

Jess was overwhelmed. Not just by what Tim said, but by what she was feeling. Sex had been nothing but a game to her; serious feelings hadn't entered in to it. The guys were just a challenge for her to tease and reject for the most part. The ones she'd gone further with were usually because they interested her physically or intellectually. She was mostly curious to see if their brains were a big as their cocks. Usually they weren't, and she was left disappointed, but she never felt emotional attraction to any of them, and never went back for seconds. 

What to say now? Should I say what I'm thinking? I don't think so, since I'm thinking Tim may be what I wish my father had been all these years; someone I could respect and feel close to, but now I'm a loner, and I don't get emotionally involved with people. They can't break your heart if they're not close. They can't make you wish you'd never met them if you don't feel anything for them. So why do I feel something for this older man that picked me up on the side of the road? I'm afraid he's turning in to something more than just another challenge. 

Well I have to say something. 

"Tim, I may know more about those other costs than you think. Sometimes spoiled rich kids tend to be ignored by spoiled rich parents, or ignored by one and smothered by the other. You're right though, the pain can be intense. That's why I decided a long time ago I wasn't going to accept anything I couldn't pay for with money, because I have plenty of that, but that's all I have. I spent everything else foolishly and have nothing to show for it." 

"How's that decision working out for you Jess? Has it made your life easier?" 

"It worked fine until about an hour ago. I've been going about my business, being my rich, spoiled, bitchy self; doing anything I wanted. Mostly using everybody I came in contact with; I didn't need anything to justify what I did, except that it was what I wanted; even if it was just a whim. I didn't need anybody as badly as they needed me and that pretty much put me in charge." 

"And now?" Tim asked. 

"Now I'm beginning to wonder if there's more to life than satisfying every urge you might have. I was blessed with good physical attributes, and an above average mind, through no fault of my own. Those have made it possible for me to maneuver whatever male I want to, just because he was lusting after my body. I wonder if that makes me any more valuable, really. I didn't earn the money I spend. I haven't helped the sick and homeless. I didn't tutor poor kids at school. What I've done mostly is cock-tease a bunch of college jocks, and once in a while bed one. Should that entitle me to have this inflated, arrogant, ego I haul around? 

"If you're right and the universe tends to even things up over time, I'm afraid I'm way past due for a really big smackin' around. I suspect the way I'm beginning to feel about you is only the beginning of my payback." 

Tim didn't know how to respond to that. It was a major attitude turnaround for Jess if it was genuine, and if it was genuine, it left Tim with a dilemma. Since it was his rambling that prompted it, he couldn't very well just kiss her off now. It seemed to Tim on the one hand, that it was much too sudden a change of character, but on the other hand it just might be real. 

"Did you just have an epiphany Jess?" 

"I guess that's what you could call it. I always thought an epiphany was a religious experience but I guess that's not always the case, is it?" 

"No," Tim said, "In my experience it isn't more often than it is. Would you like to talk about it?" 

"I'm still trying to adjust to a major shift in reality. The truths I've known and used for years don't seem to be true anymore. That's going to take some time to digest, but it seems right, at least up front. The question is, what do you replace them with?" 

Tim could see that she was going to need some time to chew on her new reality, so he just concentrated on driving and staying awake. Jess leaned her head back against the headrest, stared at the headliner, and grinned. 

Ten minutes passed in silence then Jess chuckled to herself, raised her head, looked at Tim and said, "How much farther to a decent restaurant? I'm about to starve to death." 

"If we go to Harlingen, it's about forty-five minutes. If you want to go on to SPI, that's about an hour longer and I'm not sure there's a restaurant there that's open this early in the morning." 

"Harlingen's fine then Tim, but right now I need to stretch my legs and go to the bathroom." 

"Can you make it a few more minutes? There's a rest stop coming up in just a few miles." 

Jess said, "That's fine. I can wait." Then she continued with, "Can you forgive me for hollering at you a while ago? You're being a Good Samaritan and I'm making your life miserable for it. That's the kind of thing I need to stop doing. It's selfish, inconsiderate, and doesn't get me a thing except an ego trip." 

Tim said, "I expect I had it coming, I usually do," as he pulled off for the rest stop. 

Tim got his first good look at Jess when they entered the well-lighted building that was totally deserted at 4 A.M. He was certainly not disappointed. She was young, trim, firm, poised and as confident as he was timid. Just before she entered the ladies room she turned back and said to Tim, "Don't run off without me. I promise I'll behave. 

Tim was waiting just outside the ladies room when Jess came out. She said, "Can we get some chips and drinks and sit at a picnic table for a few minutes? I need to stretch out." 

"Sure. What would you like Jess?" 

"A bag of Fritos and a diet Coke would be great." 

"Ok, go on out and pick a table. I'll bring them out." 

When Tim found her at the table, he put down her Coke and Fritos, and then sat down with his coffee and potato chips. 

As they munched their chips, images kept appearing in Tim's mind of their own volition. Pictures of Jess without her halter, pictures of him gently kneading her tits and nipping her nipples. Pictures of him licking her clit, and her writhing with repeated orgasms. Fantasies he was sure weren't ever going to happen. Fantasies that aroused him to a level of intensity he hadn't experienced in years. 

Jess saw the faraway look in his eyes and asked, "What are you thinking about Tim?" 

After a long hesitation, Tim answered, "Things I wish I'd done, but wasn't able to do. Things I'd like to do now, but doubt I'll have the guts to." 

"Things you couldn't do because you knocked up your wife and had to get married?" 

"Yeah, that and I was always too timid to do anything that aggressive anyway. Then I developed this misplaced sense of honor; perhaps to make it easy to excuse the timidity." 

"So how did you manage to knock up your wife with that attitude?" 

"You're like Georgia in only one way Jess. You're both Alpha females. She led and I followed." 

"So in truth it's her fault, not yours." 

"I didn't have to follow, so it's still my fault. I didn't have to get her pregnant even if I did have sex with her. I could and should have used condoms, or backed out, or quit before I came. So it's still my responsibility." 

"Tim! Grow up! Birth control is as much or more the woman's responsibility as the man's. How the hell are you supposed to know when her fertile time is, or whether she took her pills? My God Tim, there's always the morning after pill. How the hell can you assume total responsibility for her getting pregnant? That's just plain stupid." 

"Jess, you need to remember it was a long time ago. The morning after pill didn't even exist back then, birth control pills weren't that easy for a high school girl to get either, and parents weren't nearly as understanding about unwed pregnancy and abortions as some of them are today." 

"Tim, you're about the most naïve intellectual I've ever met. You haven't figured out that she trapped you? It's the oldest trick in the book. She gets you to knock her up, your honor makes you marry her, she gets a comfortable life, a family that I'm sure she loves, gets to fuck anybody she wants, whenever she wants, for the rest of her life with no penalty, and lives happily ever after. That's a win-win Disney fairy tale. 

"For you it's a different story. You lose the chance for a college degree; you lose getting to sow your wild oats; you lose your dignity, pride and self-respect. She threatens to leave you if you stray and find out she may not be the best piece of ass in the world. I'll bet she makes you guilty for not fucking her often enough, or long enough, or with enough enthusiasm, so you won't even have the confidence to try another woman. For you it's lose-lose-lose-lose-lose. Does that sound like anywhere near a fair trade to you Tim?" 

"No, not when you put it that way, but how could you know that's what she did Jess?" 

"You said it Tim, because she's an Alpha female and so am I. Women have been trapping men one way or another for centuries. I sometimes think it must be genetic. We do it, you fall for it, babies get made, and the world goes on. Did I call it right?" 

"I'm afraid you did Jess." 

"So what do you want to do, open the trap or just keep suffering?" 

"Jess, if she did what you said, I'm going to be very pissed off at her. It's one thing to cheat someone, but when you use their own integrity to manipulate them, that's worse than cheating, that's indefensible." 

"I see your point Tim, but you know what they say, all's fair..." 

"Hmm, if that's the rule that applies here, then let's go get a hotel room and start being fair." 

Jess and Tim threw their trash in the refuse container, got in the car and headed for the highway. Tim wasn't sure he'd made the right decision, but he was going to have to live with it whether it was right or not. If he could come to believe that what Jess had said was right, then he could look forward to a new and perhaps happier life, but he'd have to confront Georgia about it. He still had to maintain what honor he could. Somehow taking on Georgia didn't seem nearly as terrifying as it would have yesterday. 

* * * * * 

Tim said to Jess as they merged onto the main road south, "You're looking thoughtful; talk to me." 

"I was just deciding how I feel about winning you over. Should I regret that I convinced you to become a cheating husband, or just be happy to win the battle? Did I win or did Georgia's conniving selfishness convince you? My irresistible magnetism is supposed to overwhelm any male I desire, but in this case I'm wondering if I shouldn't be feeling guilty about convincing you to become a cheating husband." 




On the Road Again Pt. 01



"Do you want to withdraw the offer?" 

"Hell no. Do you want to back out?" 

"Hell no. I just hope I can perform to your satisfaction, or better yet above and beyond your expectations." 

"That shouldn't be too hard...er...difficult, I should say, because in this activity there's no such thing as too hard, is there?" 

"Jess, we're both unbelievable. You're about to fuck your father for the first time in your life and you're making jokes. I'm going to fuck my daughter for the first time in my life, something I'll admit I've fantasized about, and I'm scared to death, yet I'm looking forward to it too. I feel like I've been let out of jail unexpectedly, and given the freedom to live again; or maybe live for the first time. Have you ever fantasized about fucking your father? I've heard all girls do, at some time in their life." 

"Do you mean fantasized about it, or done it?" 

"Either one or both." 

"The only fantasizing I've done about my father is planning his untimely and very painful death at my hands, and certainly not because I wanted to fuck him. He never interested me in that way, but he still nearly ruined my sex life, and I'll never forgive him for it." 

"Would you like to tell me about it?" 

"No thanks. It's over and I'd just as soon forget it, but I'd still like to kill the sonofabitch...very slowly." 

With that, Jess leaned over the console and blew gently in Tim's ear, put her hand on this thigh just below his crotch and said, squeezing seductively, "I think this may be the best thing either one of us has ever done. How far to the motel? If I don't get fucked pretty soon I'm likely to just pass out, and I'd hate to miss all the fun." 

"About 20 minutes. Think you can hold out?" 

"I guess I'll have to, but I'm going to need some distraction." 

Tim commented, "Something in mind?" with a wicked grin. 

"Yeah ... A preview of coming attractions," Jess shot back as she reached for the zipper on his jeans, pulled it down, and started to open the fly in his jockey shorts to get access to his rapidly hardening cock. 

As she was working to get his enlarging cock out of the small fly in his shorts Tim quipped, "Don't I get some distraction too?" 

"You're driving and I'd rather not end up running thru the drain ditch and fetching up against a fence post because you wanted distraction, but whatcha got in mind?" 

"Take off your halter and let me view those lovely mounds on your chest. What are they, D cups?" 

"Flattery will get you everywhere sir, but no, unfortunately they're barely 32 C. Have I gotten lucky? Do you like breasts?" 

"Me? Like breasts? No, I love breasts. I worship breasts. I fantasize about breasts. I'm obsessed with breasts. There's no way I'll ever get my fill of breasts. Please show me your breasts. Please, please, please before you get your hand full of a very expectant cock, show me your breasts." 

"Ok, ok. I'll show you my breasts. I guess they're as expectant as your cock. I really get aroused when they receive attention." Jess reluctantly removed her hand from Tim's crotch, unhooked her halter- top, let if fall to her lap and said, "Well, what do you think?" 

Tim came close to doing what she'd said about running into the ditch, as his mouth fell open and his cock finished it's petrification. He ignored the road and stared at that lovely pair of tits just in front of his eyes. Proud and conical with a sprinkling of freckles and the very best skin tone he'd ever seen. Small slightly puffy areolas and light pink nipples. Of course Tim hadn't seen many live tits except Georgia's, and hers had deteriorated a lot over the years, but they'd never looked as good as the ones he was staring at right now. 

Jess resumed her quest for his cock, and when she struggled it out of his shorts with her hand, he nearly blew his load. She said, "You don't like them do you? I can tell you don't, but that's ok cause I like your dick just fine. Just the right size and as hard as any I've ever had my hands on." 

"You misunderstood my pause. I'm so impressed I'm speechless. There's no way you could be made any more perfect." 

"You don't think the freckles ruin my looks?" 

"I love your freckles. A redhead without freckles is like a...well, I don't know what, but freckles fit redheads like your tits fit you. Perfectly. In fact, I love your tits so much that if you handle my cock much more I'm apt to unload a bucket full of cum all over them." 

Jess paused a moment then said, "I haven't been fucked in a long time. I've been looking forward to spring break, and two weeks of getting two or three guys in bed every day...or night. But I'm really glad my car broke down and you picked me up, cause I think I'm going to really enjoy fucking you. If you want to come all over my tits it's fine with me. In fact, I think I'd like it." 

She pointed Tim's cock at her chest, stroked it slowly, and as promised, it delivered. And delivered. And delivered. Tim all but passed out but somehow managed to keep the car on the road. Jess changed hands when she could feel Tim's cock beginning to spurt with less enthusiasm and when it finally stopped, she scooped up some of the cum from her left tit and tasted it. 

"That puts the cap on it." 

Tim managed to squeak out, "What puts the cap on what? What'd I do now?" 

"So far you've done everything right. You love my tits. You love my freckles. You love that I'm a redhead. You're willing to cheat on your wife to fuck me, but the cap is that your cum tastes just like vanilla pudding. Can you move your seat back and tilt the steering wheel up?" 

"Sure, but why do you want me to do that?" 

"Just humor me, Ok?" 

He did as she asked. She immediately leaned over the console and went down on his cock. Tim had never had a blowjob in his life, and the cock that had just begun to relax decided to petrify once again. The last 20 minutes had been the most intense time sexually in his life, and he wasn't totally sure he would survive it intact. Now Jess was sopping up the cum that had dribbled on the shaft of his cock like it was dessert, and his cock was responding like it hadn't just come a massive amount of 'vanilla pudding' less than a minute ago. They were about 10 minutes from the Holiday Inn in Harlingen, and if Jess didn't manage to get another helping of desert before then, he'd be very surprised. What the hell he was going to do then was anybody's guess, but his cock was very happy to co-operate. 

"Jess?" 

"Hmm." 

"What are you doing?" 

She came off his cock long enough to say, "Sucking your cock. What does it feel like? Haven't you ever had a blowjob before?" then went right back to work. 

Tim could feel his balls working furiously, trying to make another helping of desert for Jess, and answered, "No I haven't." 

"Mmm..." was the only response he got as Jess continued to try coaxing his balls to produce another load. He was about to ask her to stop when she did a deep throat to the hilt, which put an end to his protests. The thought crossed his mind that things had certainly changed a lot on the sex scene in the 20 years he'd been married. He didn't get to finish that thought because his balls were ready to unload and he wasn't about to say no. 

A new experience for him; coming twice within 15 minutes, and it was quite an eye opener. If anything justified cheating on Georgia, this would do it by itself. He had the feeling he was going to come a lot more before this day was over. And enjoy every minute of it. 

Jess made one more lunge on his cock and it responded with another delivery of vanilla pudding. Jess gulped it all down just as Tim pulled off to the shoulder of the highway, because he didn't think he could manage the car and his cock both, and his cock was winning the battle. 

Jess sat back up in her seat and said, "Mm-mm...good. What are you stopping for?" 

"We're in Harlingen, and I need to find out what you want to do first." 

"What're the choices?" 

"Tow service, motel or restaurant, if you still need something else to eat." 

"Just because I had desert first doesn't mean I don't need a real meal." 

"How about Denny's for breakfast." 

"Great, fire up this beast and let's go. I suppose I'll have to put on my top." 

"Yeah, I suppose you will, but before you do." He leaned over, kissed her nipple, pulled it in his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth. Jess sucked in her breath and said, "I think I'm going to enjoy this spring break a lot more than I'd expected to." 

Tim reluctantly abandoned her tit, handed over her halter, and headed the car for Denny's. 

* * * * * 

When Tim parked and they got out of the car Jess said, "I've often wondered what would happen if I walked into a restaurant topless." 

"I'd rather not test that right now. If there were any men at Denny's, there'd be a riot, then a killing...me. Several rapes...you. We wouldn't get to finish what we started tonight, and I'd be very sorry for that. You ever been date-raped Jess?" 

"No. I don't think I'd have resisted very hard if some guy felt like getting violent with me. I'd fuck him silly and send him home used up. That's my solution to a rape threat." 

Tim parked the car next to the front door and they went in. The place was empty of customers and the girl behind the counter said, "Take any booth you want and I'll be right with you. Menus are on the tables." 

Jess picked a booth in the back and they sat next to each other on the same side. While they looked over the menus Jess said, "I could have skipped this, but I thought you needed to eat. I want you strong and full of energy for later, 'cause all this verbal foreplay's got me so horny I could fuck a chair leg. How're you doing down there Tim?" She put her hand on his crotch and seductively rubbed his cock. 

"I'll survive for a while, but I'm ready to get my hands all over you in a big and uninterrupted way." 

Tim was quiet for a minute then said, "I'm curious Jess. How many different guys have you fucked in your life? You said you were going to fuck two or three different ones every day for the next two weeks. You talked on the road like you don't do a repeat, ever. If you've been going at that rate for two and a half years, even if it's only on the weekends it's got to be seven hundred plus different bed partners you've had. I can't help wondering why you've never found somebody to hang with for a while. What's the liability of getting to know somebody?" 

"I'm afraid I got carried away earlier Tim. You seemed so timid and I was trying to seem like the world's biggest slut, to see if I could shock you into coming out of your shell. I exaggerated...a lot. In truth, I don't even date much anymore. I haven't kept tabs, but I sure haven't dated a fraction of that many, and only fucked a minority of the ones I've dated. None of those were memorable and my hope for spring break was to maybe find some guy that could get me off." 

Where did you learn to give blow jobs like that anyway?" 

"Porn movies and a dildo. So if you've never had one before, how'd you know it was a good one?" 

"It got the job done didn't it? I've never come twice in fifteen minutes before in my life, and I can't remember coming that much...ever—let alone twice in a row." 

"It's the first one I've ever given to a real cock, and I'll have to admit, you gave me more pudding than I expected." 

Tim knew it was risky, but he couldn't keep from asking, "Did you hate giving a real blow job?" 

"Oh yeah, I hated it. If we were some place a little more private I'd show you just how much I hated it. In fact when we get to the motel, I'll demonstrate how much I hated it," as she giggled and grinned like a kid and rubbed his cock through his jeans. 

She dropped the grin, looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "It surprised me that I didn't hate it. I thought I would." 

"Why did you do it then?" 

"I got an idea a while back that if I could get the guy off with a blow job, he might last long enough to bring me an orgasm when we got to the real thing. Then your cock was there, and your cum was so tasty, I just took the plunge and it was neat to have you so, 'in my clutches'." 

"All right you slut, have you decided what you want to eat?" as he grinned back at her. 

"I told you, this place is too public for me to have what I want, so I'll have to settle for the grand slam breakfast I guess. Do we need to get you a 24 oz. T-bone, rare, to recharge that cum machine between your legs?" She grinned and giggled again. 

Tim giggled along with her, and thought, my God, how lucky can one man get? She's half my age, has a body like some diminutive movie star, tits that would give a corpse a hard on, loves to give oral, and seems to be desperate to fuck me for some reason I can't figure out. I should feel guilty as hell, but I don't. Georgia's been having free fucks for 20 years. Now it's my turn. Then he said, "Nah, a plain country breakfast should do just fine, I don't want to be put to sleep by too much food. It sounds like I have some serious but pleasant work to do later." 

Jess giggled again, slowly nodding her head, as she grinned with enthusiasm and rolled her eyes. 

Tim motioned the waitress over and they gave her their orders. She brought their coffee and Tim asked her if she knew of a towing service that was available at this ungodly hour. She said she didn't, but would he like the phone book? When she brought it, he looked up a 24 hour wrecker service, called it on his cell, told the dispatcher what his problem was and was told they could tow the Jag in to Harlingen and store it until Tim could make arrangements with AAA to get it to a dealer for repair. The dispatcher said they could do that for two hundred fifty dollars, payable in advance. Tim said, "Fine," and could they could come to Denny's and get the keys and the money? She agreed and said the driver would be there in about twenty minutes. 

Tim told Jess what was happening and she said, "Ain't cell phones grand? I'm so grateful you came along when you did and rescued me. All I have to do is sit here on my tush, and you handle all the problems, plus you've got a great cock ready and waiting. How lucky can one girl get?" 

The waitress brought their food and picked up the phone book. Tim asked her if she'd break a hundred dollar bill for him and she said she would. He took one from his wallet and asked her for three twenties and four tens. She took the bill to the front, returned with the change, and went back to her spot behind the counter. 

Jess and Tim dug into their food and were quiet for a while. Both of them were reflecting on their respective good luck. After a while Jess said, "I hope the wrecker service will take a credit card; I don't carry that kind of cash with me." 

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of getting your car fixed and back to you. What's your AAA card number?" 

"I can't let you do that Tim. I've got plenty of money, just not cash. You've already done more than I can ever repay you for. You can't just keep taking care of me." 

"Why not? I like taking care of the women in my life. I'm getting to care a lot for you, and you've paid a lot already. You convinced me that Georgia knew what she was doing and it's ok to fuck around, same as her. You gave me my first blow job as well as making me come twice in fifteen minutes, which I still can't believe, so I think I'm the one in debt here, not you." 

The tow truck driver came in then, and the waitress pointed us out. He introduced himself, said the dispatcher had sent him to get the location of the breakdown, the keys, and the fee of two fifty to tow and store the car. Jess asked him if he could take a credit card and he said he couldn't, it would have to be cash or we'd have to wait till the office opened and eight o'clock for them to process a card. 

Tim got the money from his wallet, gave the driver the keys and his cell phone number, told him where to find the car, and sent him on his way. He paid the breakfast bill and they walked to the car. When they were inside he asked, "What now Jess?" 

"I think you've stalled as long as you can. Either we go somewhere and fuck or I die on the spot." 

Tim didn't hesitate saying, "In that case, since I both abhor mortuaries and would hate losing you now, we go somewhere and fuck. Where would you like to go?" 

"Any place with a bed and maybe a shower." 

"Would you turn up your nose at a new Marriott?" 

"Is it close? I'm about to catch fire and burn to the ground." 

"Five minutes." 

"I guess I can hold out that long. Just time enough to change my shorts. I can't be seen anywhere with a crotch this wet." as she squeezed over the console into the back seat. By the time Tim pulled under the portico at the Marriott, she'd changed into a pair of tight jeans. 

They walked in together to the front desk. Tim checked the name tag of a surprisingly attractive young lady on duty and asked, "Rhonda, do you have a suite available for a couple of weary travelers?" 

"Yes sir, you're in luck, it's all we do have available. It's our busy season you know, spring break and all. How long would you like it?" 

Jess handed Rhonda an American express gold card and said, "Two weeks." 

Tim frowned at Jess and whispered, "No way girl. This is on me." 

Jess came back loudly with, "Do you want to have our first fight right here in front of God and Rhonda? Because that's what's going to happen if you don't quit with the 'I'm the boss and the provider' routine. Right now." 

Tim looked like he wanted to protest but backed down when Rhonda looked at Jess with slightly raised eyebrows and said, "Don't you want to know the rate?" 

Jess replied with, "No. Just give us the key cards. Do you have someone to park the car and bring up our luggage?" 

"That can be arranged Ms. Long." 

"The name is Jessica. Please tell him to leave the car keys at the desk, and the luggage in the hall outside the suite. Tim, would you give Rhonda a gratuity for the bellman and one for herself?" 

Tim could tell it wasn't a request but an order, so he reluctantly gave Rhonda two twenties, and withheld his withering comments for later. 

Rhonda handed two room cards to Tim and said, "Thank you sir. We'll do everything possible to make your stay a pleasant one. If you need anything just call the front desk or room service, and we'll provide it, if at all possible. There is a mini bar in the suite and a full bar and restaurant just off the lobby. Have a good night, what's left of it, and welcome to Harlingen." 

* * * * * 

Tim spotted the sign and guided Jess to the elevator. Their suite was on the fourth floor, very spacious and well decorated, with a king size bed, a sofa, two arm chairs, a desk, mini bar, small refrigerator, microwave, and coffee maker, as well as a small safe and a large bathroom with a shower and separate whirlpool tub. 

As soon as they got inside Jess started frantically unbuttoning Tim's shirt. He grabbed her wrists and said, "Wait just a minute. We have something to settle here. You embarrassed the hell out of me down there and I want to know why." 

"I'm sorry Tim, I guess I was just being my rich bitch, demanding, commanding self again. It's hard to change your whole life style in an hour, and I'm about to go crazy anticipating what's about to come down. Please don't be mad at me. I just wanted to pay my own way. I would have had to pay more than this at Padre Island, I have more money than I can spend and I'm already beholdin' to you for so much. Please just fuck me, before I go crazy, and let's talk about the future later. Please? I'm really hurtin'." 

Tim of course couldn't refuse her, so he released her wrists, took her face in his hands and kissed her with all the lust he'd suppressed for hours. Jess responded in kind, growing more desperate by the minute, trying to melt into Tim. 




On the Road Again Pt. 02



I must give credit to my editor SlaveGirl70. She was a vital contributor to this story, and corrected many blunders on the part of the author. I can't thank her enough. 

Daunti 

On the Road Again 

Note: If you haven't done so, you'll do yourself a favor by reading part I first. 

Part II 

***** 

Tim was stunned. What the hell happened here? I figured a one-night stand, or at most the rest of Spring Break week and she'd be ready to blow me off, but she's carrying on like a woman in love. Isn't that the way it works? Always feast or famine. Is there any way to satisfy any woman? 

Tim answered her, gently but with meaning, "What you can do is stop being a spoiled rich kid that has to blame everything on somebody else. You've had a couple of good orgasms. Something you should have had years ago, but you just couldn't allow yourself to get any pleasure from a man. 'Men are evil?' Just look at your father. What did he ever do to you that makes you want to kill him slowly and with great pain?" 

Jess whined, "I told you, I don't want to talk about that. Besides I'm too happy right now to think about that bastard. I just want to enjoy this feeling as long as I can." 

"Well, make up your mind. Do you want to die, or do you want to enjoy your new found ability to enjoy a good fuck?" Tim responded with a smile. 

"Can I die from fucking? That'd be the way to go. Fucked to death by Tim Henry. The only man in the world who's cum tastes like vanilla pudding. Can you fuck me to death in the next two weeks? Huh, Tim? Please tell me you can." 

"Jess, a twenty year old woman can't be fucked to death. Certainly not by me. Besides, you told me you'd never tasted anybody else's, so how do you know mine's the only cum that tastes like vanilla pudding?" 

"Do you have to take everything I say so literally?" 

"Sorry. I hope you weren't serious about suicide either." 

"Well, I could be. Are there actually other men out there that are willing to fuck the way you do? Men that give some consideration to the needs of their partner. Is there a chance I can find some? Or even one? Were you disappointed in me? Do you want to fuck me again? Will you fuck me until I have to go back to school? What happens then? Are you going to have it out with Georgia? Do you realize that I'm desperately in love with you?" 

"Come on Jess, that's just the orgasms talking. Let's give it some time and you'll be able to think more clearly. There's no way you've 'fallen desperately in love with me' in five hours, just because you had a few orgasms. 

"Yes, I'm going to have it out with Georgia tonight, and yes I want to fuck you again and again, at least until you go back to Austin. No, I wasn't disappointed in you. Yes, there are guys out there you can hook up with, that fuck as well or better than I do. Guys that get pleasure from giving you pleasure. 

"Several things can happen when you have to leave. What we do with each other will depend on the arrangement I can make with Georgia, what you want from the rest of your time at the university, and the rest of your life as well. I take it you've decided not to go to the island for spring break after all?" 

Jess was finally coming to enough to be aware of her surroundings, and realized Tim's cock was still in her and still hard. She sat up and said, "If this cock stays here, I stay here. When do you have to leave to go confront Georgia?" 

"I've got all day. She doesn't get home until after five, or later if she's fucking one of her lovers." 

"So are you ready for me to come again? I'm so happy you showed me I can have more than one climax a day. I'm ready to fuck until I pass out. How many times do you think I can come before you have to go home? And you...how many times can you come before you have to leave?" 

Tim paused before he answered, "I have no idea how many times I can come. I'm way ahead of my game already. I expect you're going to get sore and tired, and I'm going to get limp before the day's out. Before that happens I want to show you something. Can you stand up?" 

"I think I can now." 

Tim pulled his cock out of her pussy and helped her up, turned her back to him, told her to bend over and put her hands on the bed. Then he entered her slowly, doggy style. Jess said, "Oh my god, that feels so good. Please make it last. Oh damn, that's amazing, it feels even deeper!" 

"I'll try, but I may not last a lot longer myself. You're so hot, and so tight, and I've been ready since breakfast," he slowly stroked short, then long, stopping when he bottomed out. As Jess moaned he reached around with his right hand and massaged her clit gently. She shuddered, her knees almost buckling, but she held on. Tim backed out slowly, hesitated and shoved in again to the hilt. Jess let out a groan and said, "Dear Jesus, I don't deserve this after the bitch I've been, but please don't let me die just yet." 

Tim took a tit in his other hand, massaged it and wished he could suck the nipple. Then, as Jess's pussy gripped his cock, it exploded, pumping all his cum in her while it was buried to the hilt. 

Tim struggled to stay upright while shoving his cock as deep in Jess's pussy as it would go. Even after the cum supply ran out, his cock kept jerking, trying to eject more. The sensation was more intense to Tim than he'd ever experienced. Jess's pussy was firmly locked on Tim's cock. She was rigid, shaking and saying something Tim couldn't understand. Then she just collapsed back on the bed, taking Tim with her. 

He was nearly as spent as she was. When he finally tried to extract his cock, she said, "No you don't. I'm not going to let him loose, ever. I couldn't stand any other female having what I just got. There's not many of those to be had and I want all there is." 

Tim replied, "I hope there's a lot of those available. That's without a doubt the best fuck I've ever had in my life, but it's not going to be the only time it's that good. I promise you. If you'll let him go, we can get a shower and then take a nap. I haven't slept since 7 AM yesterday morning and much as I like fucking you, I'm exhausted. I guarantee we'll have all the fuck time we want." 

"Is that a promise?" 

"That's a promise." 

Jess relaxed enough for Tim to retrieve his cock, which he did, then rolled over on his back. Jess rolled over on her back too and Tim said, "Did you think it was going to be that good?" 

"Before just now, I didn't think anything could be that good." 

* * * * * 

When they woke up it was four PM. They got dressed, went to the lobby, got Tim's car key from the desk and went to the restaurant. They'd had nothing to eat since four o'clock that morning at Denny's, and they were starving. Tim ordered a steak, medium rare, and Jess ordered spaghetti with mushrooms and wine sauce. Tim asked for the wine list. 

"So, what are you going to tell Georgia?" Jess ventured. 

"I'm going to tell her that I slept with another woman and then wait for the shit to hit the fan, her to pull a gun and shoot me, grab a knife and carve me up, throw a crying fit, or something else completely unexpected." 

"Would you like me to come with you? I've had some experience with out of control women." 

"I don't think that's a good idea Jess. I don't actually expect her to get violent, but I hate useless confrontations and I'm not looking forward to this one at all. Having you there would likely just make things worse." 

"Then don't tell her. Just do what she's been doing and keep your mouth shut." 

"At the risk of sounding like an idiot, I don't want to sneak around, hide and lie for the rest of my days just to have the pleasures she's had and denied me all these years." 

"What if she won't let you go without a fight? Am I going to lose my chance at happiness just because she's a selfish bitch?" 

"This is something I want as much or more than you do and I'm going to have it, so don't worry about getting deserted. I promised you we'd have plenty of fuck time and I meant it." 

Tim signaled the waiter, ordered a bottle of wine and patted Jess's hand as he smiled at her. 

Jess smiled back for a while then said, "I want you to know that whatever happens, I'll remember this day for as long as I live. I know it took a lot of guts for you to risk your whole life with your family just for sex with me, even if it was the best I've ever had. I just hope it'll be worth it to you tomorrow." 

"Young lady, this past 24 hours has been amazing, you are incredible and it goes beyond the sex, you're intelligent, beautiful and you have a wonderful view on life. This may end up being the best thing that ever happened to me." 

About that time their food arrived, the waiter poured their wine and they busied themselves with eating and drinking. Each occupied with their own thoughts. 

* * * * * 

When Tim got home, Georgia was waiting with a frown on her face, laying into him immediately, "Where the hell have you been? You should have been home when I got here." 

Tim decided to not beat around the bushes and blurted out, "I've been screwing a beautiful twenty-year old co-ed from UT that I rescued from the middle of the King ranch. We had breakfast at Denny's about four o'clock, got a suite at the Marriott, and we've been fucking most of the time since. And what's more, I'm going to keep right on screwing her as long as she'll have me. And then I'm going to screw Mary, Bernice, Betty, Florence, and anybody else that appeals to me and wants to fuck." 

Then Tim got the surprise of his life when Georgia said, "Good for you. It's about time you quit letting me feel guilty for what I've been doing for years. Go on back to your co-ed. Consider you've got a hall pass, and realize I do too. We don't tell the girls or anybody else, but from now on we have an open marriage. Just be careful you don't bring home any STDs from your fucking around, because this doesn't get you out of fucking me." 

Tim was so shocked he couldn't say a word. He just stared at Georgia with his mouth open. He was going to tell her he knew all along what she was doing but then changed his mind. He had what he wanted, didn't have to fight for it, and he figured he'd be better off leaving well enough alone, so he just turned around and left. When he saw Georgia in the hall mirror, she was grinning like mad. 

Outside, before Tim could get in the car, his daughter Fran ran up and asked, "Dad. What just happened? I heard part of that conversation and I want to know, are you leaving us?" 

"No, I'm not leaving you. Your Mom and I are just adjusting our relationship." 

"What the hell does that mean?" 

"I think you're a little young to understand what's happening kiddo." 

"Dad, I'm a senior this year. Graduating in a couple of months. I've been a woman for a while, and I'm entitled to know what's happening, don't you think? Besides I already know Mom's been cheating on you for years. It sounded to me like she was inviting you to catch up." 

"You said you'd been a 'woman' for a while now. Does that mean..." 

Fran interrupted with, "Yes Dad, that means I fuck boys, so I'm not totally ignorant about what's happening when you're in Austin, and 'Uncle Bob' stops by for a 'visit' on his way to work. Can we go somewhere and talk? I'd rather not have to go through an interrogation by Mom about what we were talking about out here." 

"Sure honey, how about some ice cream?" 

"Dad, I'm not a ten year-old anymore. Can we just drive around and talk, or go to the park or something?" 

"Let's go." 

They got in the car and headed for the Marriott. After a few minutes of silence Fran asked Tim, "So, from what I overheard you're fucking a twenty something co-ed from UT, huh?" 

"That's right." 

"How'd that happen? Twenty years true, and suddenly you slip the leash and roam the pasture?" 

What do I do now? Is she old enough to know the truth? She says she been fucking boys, so she probably knows more about modern sex than I do. Well what the hell, she can either take it or she can't, and I won't know till I try. 

"Not exactly." he told her the whole story, including the 'vanilla pudding' details and all. 

Fran was looking all enthralled with the story and said, "My god Dad, sounds like the boys Jess fucked didn't know any more than the boys I've fucked. I sure know what she's talking about when she says she was disappointed. Me too, but it sounds like you showed her." 

"At least I'm in the process." 

"Do you like it when she has 'dessert'?" 

"Of course." 

"Do you retaliate and eat her?" 

"Of course. But I wouldn't call it retaliation. More like reciprocation." 

"I've never given a blow job. The guys don't seem to need any help coming, and I never had my pussy eaten either. Maybe if I had I might have come myself, but I never have from fucking a boy." 

"Sounds like you haven't settled down to a steady guy. How many different boys have you fucked?" 

"A lot more than girls you've had I'll bet." 

"Sounds like it. How many?" 

"Eight, if you don't count the ones that came before they got there. Dad, I'm trying to get Joey Burns to fuck me but he's so timid he won't make a pass or try anything. What Jess did to you in the car on the way here sounds like a good way to get him started. What do you think?" 

"It worked for me." 

About that time they arrived at the Marriott and Tim escorted Fran to the suite. After a brief look around she asked, "Where's your co-ed?" 

"I don't know. She must have gone shopping." 

"Well, since she's not here would you consider letting me practice on you? I'd feel a lot more confident if I had some experience before I tackle Joey. I don't have any idea what cum tastes like. Does everybody's taste like vanilla pudding?" 

Tim was dumbfounded at his daughters request. My daughter just asked to give me a blowjob. How the hell do I handle this? I should of course turn her down flat. She is, after all, my daughter but you don't get offers for blowjobs from your daughter every day do you? Would I accept the offer if she wasn't my daughter? Hell yes. She's a very attractive girl and with my new found freedom I'd damn sure do more than accept a blowjob. But she's my daughter. It's a fathers job to help train his children isn't it? So teaching her how to suck cock could be a legitimate thing to do, like helping with homework. Yeah, sure. Hey Fran, come suck my cock and I'll help you with your algebra. That's sick. 

"Dad, what's wrong?" 

"Sorry, that just took me completely by surprise. Today has been so full of surprises I'm overwhelmed, and I don't mind telling you a request from your daughter to give you head sort of tops the list, even if your wife just told you to go fuck around with her blessing." 

"Does that mean no, you won't let me practice blowing you?" 

"Fran, I just can't. I've broken so many rules today I shouldn't expect to be allowed to survive till tomorrow, but instead I'm being rewarded in very unexpected ways." 

They were sitting on the couch, Fran smiled seductively at him and said, "Does that mean you'd like to have me make you come in my mouth? That you'd like to groan as I make you flood the back of my throat with that famous 'vanilla pudding' your balls make?" She rubbed his growing cock through his pants and Tim felt his resolve melting like butter in the sun. 

When she pulled down his zipper and fished his cock out of his pants she said, "You know, I've dreamed about doing this. Every girl has the fantasy of fucking her daddy, and this is the start. Before I go off to UT Austin, You're going to fuck me, I guarantee it." 

Tim groaned, accepting that it was probably inevitable that she was right. He'd fuck his own daughter. And the hard part to accept was that he'd definitely enjoy the hell out of it. 

For the first time in her life, Fran grabbed her father's cock, which was somewhat larger than the ones she'd handled before, and thought, I can't believe the uptight father I knew a few weeks ago is going to let me suck his cock. I know he was led astray by an attractive 20 year-old co-ed, but he was so conservative and tight-assed that I didn't dare even mention sex. I can't imagine what his reaction would have been if I'd suggested giving him a blowjob then. So what do I do now? I guess I suck his cock! 

Fran said, "Here goes..." and slowly took the head of her father's cock into her mouth. She used her tongue slowly around the ridge of its head, then took more of it in her mouth until she hit the back of her throat and wondered if this was how you deep-throated a cock. 

She'd heard somewhere the technique was to work up to it in stages, after getting lots of saliva going and working up and down with mouth and hand, which she began doing. As she got a bit more comfortable with the idea of a cock in her mouth, she used her right hand and teased his balls, then under and behind his sack with her fingernails. Then she backed off his cock, blew on it softly and looked in his eyes. Dad's mouth was partly open, his eyes partly closed and he was smiling with pleasure. 

Fran said, "Am I doing ok daddy?" 

"Oh my god, yes. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" 

"First time, I swear. Shall I continue?" 

"You'd better, young lady." 

Fran took the head of his cock in her mouth again, then backed off, licking down the shaft, then back up and over the crown, then down the other side. She licked his balls, nipped at the sack with her teeth, sucked one ball into her mouth, then the other. Daddy was beginning to squirm and Fran could feel his cock getting harder so she backed off a little. It wasn't time for him to come yet. 

She let his cock cool off a bit then went back to licking and nibbling the shaft but ignoring the head. Fran was surprised when she realized she was getting aroused herself. In fact she thought she might build to an orgasm just by giving oral to her father. That'd be something to write a paper on for school. "How I came while sucking my daddy's cock." 

Fran took Tim's cock back in her mouth and began her attempt to deep throat him. She moved her head so she could stroke his cock with her mouth. A little deeper with each plunge, and as the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat she stretched her tongue forward, tipped her head back, took a deep breath and swallowed his cock. As she put more down her throat she could feel Tim begin to quiver. 

Since she couldn't breathe with a cock down her throat she backed off enough to clear her throat. She waited a bit to catch her breath then swallowed Tim's cock again, only farther this time. She repeated the same pattern, taking more and more of his cock each time until she was burying it to the hilt. 

Tim was fighting to keep from drowning his daughter in cum but it was a losing battle so he finally croaked out, "Fran honey, I can't hold out any longer. I don't want to but I'm gonna come." 

Fran pulled off his cock. Looked up at her dad, grinned, took the head of his cock back in her mouth and began to massage it with her tongue. Tim groaned, shuddered, gave up and unloaded in his daughters mouth. 

Fran was shocked at what it felt like to have cum shot with such velocity against the back of her throat. She tried to swallow all of it but it was too much and too fast and a lot of it leaked out. When it finally subsided she came off Tim's dick with a plop, licked up what she could, and said, "That was quite a load daddy, and it really does taste just like vanilla pudding." 

"If this was truly your first time baby, you have a real talent. How about you? Are you feeling all right? I hope you didn't hurt anything." 

"I didn't hurt anything but I'm very very aroused. Can you help me out? I feel like I could come at the drop of a hat and I really need to." 




On the Road Again Pt. 02



Tim laid her on the couch, tool off her shorts and her panties and kissed her on the mouth, not like a father but like a lover. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wouldn't let go 'til he said, "I can't do what I need to until you release me baby." 

When she did, Tim rubbed down her tummy, moving for her mound. Fran opened her legs to receive his hand. Tim slid his hand across her pussy lips causing a shiver to run throughout her body, then inserting a finger in her very wet, very tight opening. He curved his finger forward, seeking her g-spot, and rubbed it with vigor. Fran squirmed and moaned, "Fuck,! Please? I'm coming...I'm coming...more, more...please... more." 

When Tim found her clit with his tongue she bucked, went rigid, shuddered, then screamed in ecstasy. She fell back against the sofa, gulping in breaths of air and slowly recovered. Every few seconds shivering with little after-shocks. When she could finally talk again, she said, "Well, that seals it." 

"Seals what?" 

"Our fate. We're going to fuck. I don't care if it hair lips a goat, or pisses off half the population of Harlingen Texas. You and I are going to fuck. We're going to fuck a lot. I'm going to UT Austin next year so that when you come there on business, we fuck. When I come home for holidays, we fuck. When I'm home for the summer, we fuck...a lot. Spring break we fuck. 

"I can't imagine what fucking you is going to do for me. If sucking your cock, drinking your cum and you licking my clit can do what it just did for me, I'd guess I'll not survive a good fuck with you. But I can't wait to give it a try." 

* * * * * 

On the way back to the Marriott after taking Fran home, Tim was totally confused by what had just happened. There was no way he would have anticipated Fran's aggressive proposition or Georgia reacting like that. She didn't even cut him off. Just don't bring home any diseases because you're still gonna have to fuck me. How the hell was that gonna work? How do I spend all day and half the night fucking Jess, or somebody else, then go home and fuck Georgia? Was that her way of getting back at me? Is that the penalty I get to pay for fucking around? Well whatever, she's on the bottom of my priority fuck list for now. 

When he got to the hotel he went straight to the room but Jess wasn't there. He knew the pool was on the roof so he took the elevator up and found her, not in the pool, but in the bar. When he walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder, she was startled, turned around and saw who it was and grinned. 

"I see you're back. I don't see any cuts or bruises. What happened?" 

When Tim told her she said, "I would have never expected that from your wife in a million years. It also sounds like your daughter is going to be some competition for me in Austin. So what happens now?" 

"Up to you. I have to work days, but I'm yours after five to do with as you please." 

"Do you have any idea what that might be?" 

"I hope so." 

"Do you want a drink, or do you want me to trash mine and take you to the room for dessert?" 

"Woman, you have a one-track mind. Don't you ever think about anything but sex?" 

"Not since I met you. What about the drink?" 

"I think I could use one, if the dessert thief can wait." 

"It'll be a hardship, but I'll suffer through it." 

Tim ordered a bourbon manhattan, grinned at Jess and said, "I don't want to throw cold water on what we have here because I'm thrilled to death with you and what we're doing. In fact I'm so high I want to run screaming down the street kissing every woman I see. But I can't help wondering where we go from here? You're going back to UT in less than two weeks, and believe me I fully intend to have as much sack time as we can manage till then, but I've also been given the right to lay anybody I want. Which means I can do what I should have done in high school and the early years after." 

Tim thought for a moment, trying to judge the best way to say what he needed to say, "You claimed to be in love with me, which means you're apt to be jealous if I fuck somebody else. I don't think you really are in love with me, but we both need to know. 

"I was pardoned from prison less than an hour ago and I don't want to just transfer to another facility. Do you understand what I'm saying?" 

Jess's smile had turned into a frown and she growled, "You're telling me that your tired of me already. Do you want me to leave right now, or do you have one more fuck left in you for me?" 

Now Tim's smile left, a frown took its place and he spoke softly, "Never, ever will I be tired of you Jessica Long. You've given me a new lease on life and there's no way I can tell you how much that means to me. I'm glad it's not possible to fuck a person to death, because if it was possible, one or both of us would be dead by the middle of next week. I'm sorry I brought up the future now. We'll work it out in due time. Let's go to the room and get your dessert and whatever else you want." 

Tim threw a twenty on the bar, took Jess's hand and let her to the elevator. When they got to the room, he asked, "How are you going to feel when I fuck somebody else, Jess?" 

"I guess that means you've made up your mind what you're going to do." 

"I'm eventually going to have to fuck Georgia again. I made it clear I wasn't going to abandon the kids. I can't marry you and keep my family so there's no long term future for us. You don't need me hanging around your neck like an anchor. 

"I'm selfish enough I want to fuck other women. I want to make up for the time and fun I lost when I was young. But you didn't answer my question. How are you going to feel when I fuck somebody else, Jess?" 

"I'm not sure. My ego tells me I should feel an overwhelming jealous rage, but my ego hasn't been a very good guide lately. Since I'm not likely to know when and who you're fucking, maybe I can live with it...even get used to the idea. Especially since I'm likely to be doing the same thing myself. Looking for somebody that can make me feel half a good as you have. Are you still going to be coming to Austin sometimes? Can we fuck when you're there? I'd like that." 

"I'm sure that can be arranged. That is if you're not tied up permanently with somebody that'll kill me for trespassing on their territory." 

Jess answered with, "Fat chance of that. But right now I want my dessert," and started undressing Tim. 

* * * * * 

Over the next ten days, between some of the most delicious sucking and fucking of their lives, Tim and Jess managed to get her car delivered to the dealership forty miles up the road, get it repaired, and delivered back to them at the Marriott. The problem turned out to be nothing more than a dirty fuel filter. 

Tim worked eight hours a day, had an hour for lunch, leaving him fifteen hours for sleep, fucking Jess, and whatever else he needed to do. Jess of course had all day to get bored, anticipating being fucked, catered to, adored, eaten out, and counting the days and hours until it was all over. She was so demanding of his attention when he was there, he was beginning to feel smothered, and although he still enjoyed handling her in all the places she loved to be handled, he was ready for some time off. 

The Friday before Jess was to leave on Sunday, Tim was having lunch at Jason's Deli and while he waited for his food, Janice Morgan, the day manager and one of his neighbors, came to his table, sat down and asked, "You by yourself Tim?" 

"Yeah, How are you Jan?" 

"Ok. I hear you're not living at home these days. Where are you living and why did you leave?" 

"Jan, I don't want to be rude but I don't think that's any of your business." 

"I'm sure you're right, but Georgia said you'd snatched a co-ed off the side of the road in the King ranch, locked her up at the Marriott, and were doing your best to fuck her to death before spring break was over. Is that right?" 

"Nah, she's free to go any time she wants." 

"But the rest is true?" 

"Sorta." 

"What're you gonna do come Monday?" 

Tim looked Janice in the eye and said, "Georgia wasn't supposed to rat us out like that. Why the hell do you care anyway?" 

"I don't think she ratted you out. I think she was throwing me a bone because of a few favors I've done for her." 

Tim looked Jan over wondering what she was after. He and Fred weren't buddies, but Tim had had some conversations with him at various function and he seemed ok. When he looked at Jan closely, she looked pretty good. Slender, nice body, pretty face, beautiful green eyes and strawberry blond hair. All together a nice package. They didn't have any kids and they were a bit younger than Tim and Georgia. 

Jan wasn't comfortable with Tim's intense scrutiny of her so she blurted out, "Are you going to leave Georgia?" 

"No." 

"Is she going to leave you?" 

"She didn't say she was. She only told me I could screw around all I wanted, with her blessing" 

When Jan heard that she asked, "Would you consider fucking me?" 

"I'd be a fool not to, but what would Fred think about that?" 

Jan grinned and quipped sarcastically, "I think he'd be really happy if I quit forcing him into bed with me. I'm sure he's got somebody, or several bodies he'd a lot rather fuck than this one. If I really push him, he'll fuck me, but his heart's not in it so I don't get much out of it either. I've suspected one of his 'bodies' is Georgia...so, will you help me out here?" 

"What makes you think I'm any better than Fred?" 

"Georgia gave you pretty high marks. Besides you couldn't possibly be any worse." 

"Ok Jan, I'll give it a try, with the understanding that it's neither exclusive or permanent. As long as it's good for both of us it's a go. If it's not then we're done. Is it a deal?" 

"Deal. When? Where?" 

"Monday night. The Marriott. Seven PM. I've fucked so much in the last ten days I need a little recharge time. You want me to pick you up or you want to get there yourself." 

"Oh, I'll get there myself. Probably early. Certainly ready. What's the room number?" 

"402." 

"Thanks Tim. Enjoy your lunch. It's on the house." 

"Thanks Janice. I'm looking forward to Monday." 

"Not nearly as much as I am." 

* * * * * 

Sunday morning Tim went home. Georgia was there and greeted him like nothing had happened. He wondered if Fran had told her about their incestuous activity? He hoped not. He didn't really need Georgia to have that as blackmail material. 

Fran came running down the stairs, grabbed him in an embrace, kissed him warmly, too warmly, but Georgia didn't seem to notice. Georgia turned away facing the sink and Fran rubbed Tim's crotch, winked at him displaying a somewhat lecherous grin, and licked her lips. 

Tim prompted, "Fran, do you have something to do? I need to talk to your Mom for a while." 

"Can't I listen in?" 

"This is for us adults, why don't you take your sisters somewhere for a couple of hours and let us iron out a few things." 

"Well, ok, if I have to." 

"You have to." 

Fran went to the bottom of the stairs and hollered up, "Jamie, Helen, let's go to the mall and see what kind of trouble we can get into." 

They came roaring down the stairs and all left. 

Georgia said, "What's on your mind Tim? Is your co-ed leaving today?" 

"Yeah, she left this morning. I just wanted to let you know I'd be staying at the Marriott for a while longer. It'll give us both more room to do what we want and I'm not ready to be home yet." 

"Can we afford that?" 

"Jess is paying." 

"Why's she doing that?" 

"She's made of money. Or at least her folks are, and she wanted to retain the suite. Said she might get down for a weekend once in a while and would need a place to stay. Said I was welcome to use it whenever, so I'm going to stay. At least for a while. 

"I ate lunch at Jason's Friday and Jan Morgan cornered me while I was waiting. She asked since you and I weren't living together anymore if I'd fuck her. I asked her what Fred would think about that and she said he'd be happy not to have to fuck her himself for a while. Seems he's got one or more ladies in waiting and has lost interest in Jan. She thinks you may be one of them. Are you?" 

"Fred and I have gone a round or two from time to time, but not lately, so I guess she's wrong about that. Are you going to take her on?" 

"I said I would, at least for a trial. No long term commitment. Why'd you tell her about us? We weren't supposed to broadcast our arrangement." 

"Well, you and she are both new at this so I thought I'd throw you both a crumb to help you get started. Did I do something wrong?" 

"Not when you put it that way." 

"When do you think you might get back to fucking me occasionally?" 

"I've got no idea. I've got twenty years of catching up to do and it's been less than two weeks. Don't rush me, Ok?" 

"Ok...Ok. Did you really let Fran give you a 'drink your cum' blowjob?" 

"Sorry to admit I did. How'd you find out about that? Did she tell you?" 

"I overheard her talking on the phone to Debbie. She said your cum tastes like vanilla pudding. Sorry I never had the pleasure of finding that out." 

"Me too, as it turns out. Did you give Fran hell?" 

"Nah, I considered congratulating her on her audacity, but then I thought better of it. I suppose you shouldn't encourage incest in your own offspring. Might get you in trouble. It's strange talking to you this way after all those years of secrecy. Did you actually never cheat on me before Jess?" 

"That's right, I actually didn't. I suppose I should tell you that Fran said I was going to fuck her before she left for UT." 

"How do you feel about that Tim?" 

"I'm ashamed to say, if it wasn't so socially unacceptable I'd be all over her right now. She's a lovely, sexy, beckoning temptation I find hard to resist." 

"If you can get past your conscience I'd say you both deserve to enjoy each other's bodies while you can. You can give her so much that she'll never get from the juveniles she's fucking now. And you love her. Why not make her fantasy come to life as only you can?" 

"Georgia, you amaze me. I guess that's all I came to say. Tell Fran to give me a call at the Marriott, if she's so inclined. I'll see you later." 

* * * * * 

Back at the Marriott, Tim went to the bar upstairs, ordered a manhattan, strolled over to the pool and saw a spectacular view in a brief bikini sitting by the water. The old Tim would have backed off and looked longingly from a distance. The new Tim strolled over and said, "Hi, I'm Tim Henry, how's the water?" 

The vision looked at him, approved and answered, "Hi, I'm Marsha Hunt. I haven't been in the water so I don't know." 

"Where you from, Marsha?" 

"Chicago originally. Right now I'm looking to relocate." 

"Is Harlingen in the running?" 

"I'm looking for someplace less stressful than a big city, so yeah, Harlingen's in the running. You live here?" 

"I do." 

"How long?" 

"Twenty six years." 

"Hmm. You've lived here as long as I've been alive. Do you live here at the Marriott?" 

"Well, yes and no." 

"What's that mean?" 

"That's kind of a long story." 

"I'm not going anywhere." 

"Ok. Can I get you a drink or a snack or something?" 

"I could go for a vodka martini right now. Maybe something to eat later." 

Tim said, "Great, be right back," as he went to the bar and ordered another manhattan for himself, and a Grey Goose martini for Marsha the vision. While he waited he thought, what a difference a couple of weeks can make. I've turned from a sex avoiding coward, to a sex craving conquistador since I discovered it's easy to please any woman with multiple orgasms. These games are fun. I'm probably going to invite her to my suite to fuck the night away but I'm not desperate about it. If she turns me down, I learn something and I'll be better next time. If she accepts I won't be nervous because I know I know how to fuck now. 

The drinks came, Tim signed for them and went back to Marsha, who was watching him with her full attention, gave her the martini and sat down across from her, then said, "What now?" 

"You were going to tell me the long story about why you do and don't live here at the Marriott." 

"Well, it all started when I stopped to help a stranded motorist at three in the morning, in the middle of the King ranch." 

A half hour later Tim said, "And that's how I ended up living, and not living at the Marriott Hotel." 

Marsha, who'd been quiet the whole time, while consuming several more martinis, looked at Tim and said, "That's a crock of shit isn't it? You made that all up just to lay women." 

"No Marsha, it's the god's truth. Every word of it." 

"And you're not hitting on me?" 

"Of course I'm hitting on you. Any girl that sits around the pool at the Marriott Hotel, nearly nude, doesn't get in the water and accepts a drink from a strange man would be very insulted if that man didn't hit on her, wouldn't she?" 

Marsha couldn't suppress laughing and said, "You're right of course, but that's still a totally unbelievable story. You live here but you don't live here. You're married but you're not married. You're telling a perfect stranger you're going to fuck your own daughter, and that stranger is supposed to believe that's not a fairy tale?" 

Tim came back with, "Well Marsha, here comes the proof," as Fran came strolling across in front of the bar, headed for their table. 

"Hi Fran, what you doing here?" 

"You asked me to call but you didn't answer the phone, so I came over. You didn't answer the door so I came looking for you and here you are. 

"Hi, I'm Fran Henry, this handsome man's daughter." 

"Hello, I'm Marsha Hunt, a perfect stranger that just got the last two weeks of this handsome man's life story. A totally unbelievable hour long narrative, which included his admission that he plans to fuck you before you go to college." 

"That's great news, I didn't know for sure he'd made up his mind. Do you want to do it now, Dad?" 

"No, not right now Fran." 

"Well, why'd you want me to call?" 

"I just wanted to see how it went with Joey." 

"Dad! I haven't had courage to get to Joey yet. But thanks for letting me practice on you. That at least means I'll know what I'm doing when I get the guts." 

Marsha broke in with, "You gave you father a blow job?" 

"Yeah, the first one I'd ever tried. That's why I wanted it to be him, so I could practice. Would you believe his cum tastes just like vanilla pudding? You should try it!" 

Marsha's mouth dropped open, she put her elbows on the table, her head in her hands, shook her head and thought, "I don't believe this, this isn't happening to me. I lived in Chicago for twenty years. Chicago, the lewdest city in the U.S. and I never heard of anything even close to this. A father coaching his daughter on how to give a blow job by letting her do him? The daughter that brags his cum tastes like vanilla pudding? A man who admits he's going to fuck his daughter, and she's thrilled?" Where did these people come from? Do they have no shame at all? 

She raised her head, looked at Tim and said, "I think I'm going to be sick. You people are insane. I don't know whether to call the authorities, or just run screaming into the night." 

"Gee Marsha, I'm sorry our frankness and honesty is outside your comfort zone. It's still a bit new to me too, but I'm beginning to think it works better than the lies and deceptions we usually have to try to sort our way through. At least you don't have to guess whether I want to fuck my daughter, or whether she wants me to. You don't have to wonder what my intentions toward you are. I think you're a lovely person and I'd like to fuck you too. I can't see why knowing that's more upsetting than guessing what I think and what I'm going to do." 




On the Road Again Pt. 02



Marsha looked Tim squarely in the eyes and said, "Unfortunately what you said makes some sense, but it totally ignores social convention. You're not supposed to just blurt out that you want to fuck me and have me accept or refuse. You're supposed to leave me some wiggle room so I can make you beg and/or maybe bribe me." 

"Wouldn't it be simpler for you to just ask what's in it for you?" 

Fran broke in with, "Dad, I'm going to leave this for you two to settle. I've got to get going if I'm gonna get Joey blown." 

"Ok Fran, I'll see you later. Bye." 

Tim looked at Masha, raised an eyebrow, and she said, "Ok. What's in it for me?" 

"A whole lot of pleasure. I know us guys aren't supposed to brag, but I do know how to pleasure a woman. Has any man brought you to an orgasm?" 

"Occasionally one has." 

"Then I promise you I can bring you to ten or twenty or as many as you want." 

"There you go again with that bullshit. How can you know that?" 

"Twenty years' experience and a lot of practice." 

"How many women besides your cheating wife have you fucked?" 

"One." 

"So, just because you can give your wife ten or twenty orgasms, you think you can do the same for me huh?" 

"I know it. I did it for Jess and I can do it for you." 

"Who's Jess? Can I talk to her?" 

"She's the woman I picked up on the side of the road, and no you can't talk to her. She's in Austin." 

"Ok, prove you can give me twenty orgasms. Go ahead and prove it." 

"Your place or mine?" 

"Yours. My husband's at mine and I don't think he'd want to watch." 

"Well, that puts it in a different light. Do you step out on him often?" 

"Never." 

"So why now?" 

"Twenty orgasms. I'm lucky if I get one out of twenty now." 

"So you believe me?" 

"Shit no, but I'll take the risk. If you can really do what you say, I'll probably follow you around like a puppy dog forever." 

"My lovely Marsha, finish your martini and we'll get with it." 

She drained the glass in one swallow, Tim did the same and they headed for the elevator. Two floors down they walked down the hall to Tim's suite. He opened the door, invited Marsha in and she said, "Nice..." He closed the door, turned her around, pulled her to him and kissed her passionately and long. When he broke it off she murmured, "Hmm. That's nice too." 

"I didn't get you anything to eat upstairs. Are you hungry?" 

"Oh, I'm hungry alright, but not for food." She dropped her bikini top, peeled off her thong, looked at Tim and said, "Mr. Henry, compared to me, you're awfully overdressed." 

By the time she had him naked, his cock was gorgeously hard, standing out from his crotch at the ready position. She went to her knees, took it in her mouth, bobbed her head a few time then popped it out and said, "Shall I sample the vanilla pudding?" 

"Let's let it simmer for a while, it'll be better." 

He led her to the bedroom, jumped on the bed, invited her with a motion of his head to join him and she did. She took his cock in her hand. Absently stroking and rubbing it she said, "I've been married for six years and I'd forgotten how very good a large, hard cock can feel. John's isn't much to brag about, and compared with yours it fails completely." 

"I've been rattling on for an hour and a half. Tell me something about yourself." 

Marsha said in a sarcastic way, "Mr. Henry, did we come up here to get acquainted or to fuck?" 

"First acquainted then fuck. I haven't fucked anybody I didn't know yet, and I don't think I want to start doing that. Can we just chat a bit while we lay together naked and pet? You have a deadline for something else?" 

"No, no deadlines anymore." 

Tim took her beckoning tit in his hand, squeezed it gently, passed his thumb over the small but perfect nipple, and marveled at how every girl's tits are different. They're as unique as fingerprints. 

He kissed the end of her nose, then each eyelid. He nibbled both earlobes then kissed her mouth gently. Marsha responded with her tongue and the kiss became more vigorous. She broke it off and said, "You don't need to seduce me Tim. I came here to fuck, and I'm ready." 

"Don't you enjoy foreplay? I do. I know I promised you orgasms, but I can't help you get there if it's just poke and come." 

"Well poke and come is all I've known for the past six years. In fact it's been a lot longer than that since I've gotten carried away with a nice long fucking. I wouldn't be here with you right now if I hadn't already decided to dump John. I'm sure he's screwing half the secretaries at the office, and he only comes to me when one of them turns him down. So, are you saying I don't have to rush like mad to try to catch an orgasm before our time together is over?" 

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Enjoy the buildup, the payoff's coming whenever it gets here." With that he went back to kissing her gently all over her face, down her neck and ending up with the other nipple in his mouth. 

Marsha was beginning to squirm a little and she had a death grip on Tim's cock. He spent some more time on her tits, then moved down her belly to her mound. The hair there was thick but well trimmed, slightly darker than on her head, and he noticed she smelled very clean but aromatic, like a perfume made just for him. He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath—he felt like he could smell her for days. 

He moved over her, getting his nose even closer, spreading her legs apart and slowly tonguing her slit bottom to top. Marsha caught her breath and bucked suddenly, hips coming up against Tim's face. He probed and licked, deeper and faster until he sensed she was ready to let loose, then he replaced his tongue with a finger and moved to her clit with his mouth. Marsha groaned something that sounded like "oh, shit," when Tim sucked her clit in his mouth and very gently nipped it with his teeth. 

Her legs and abdomen went stiff and started shaking. She heaved her pelvis, her eyes glazing over for a minute. When they cleared, she grabbed Tim's hair with both hands and said in a whispered growl, "You sonofabitch. You god-damned sonofabitch. You could have at least warned me!" 

In answer, Tim moved the finger in her pussy, nipped her clit again and she rewarded him with another spasm. When she finally relaxed, Marsha pulled his head up, looked in his laughing eyes and said, "Ok, ok, enough already. Did you know what you were going to do to me? Has every woman you've had sex with, all two of them, had the same reaction I just did, or am I the only one that didn't know what it's like to be fucked by an expert?" 

"They've all pretty much had the same experiences. They're called orgasms." 

"Then that wasn't just a fluke?" 

"No, no fluke." 

"Should I kill John, or will you do it for me? No wait, killing him would just put him out of his misery. He doesn't have any idea what he's missing, and I'm sure not going to show him! He's history. If I move here will you do this for me once in a while? Please?" 

"If you still feel that way when we get through this next time, sure. I'm not divorcing my wife or committing to anything exclusive or permanent, but if you can live with that, I'll be happy to please you whenever I can." 

"Are you saying we're not finished?" 

Tim looked at her, grinned and said, "Not anywhere near finished. Come here." He rolled over, cock hard and ready yet again and said, "Climb on and have a ride." 

Marsha just shook her head and did as she was told, straddling him with her knees and sliding her wet lips up the length of his ready cock. She felt him nestle into the crux of her slit, and eased backward slightly so he nudged into her. 

As she slid slowly down Tim's cock she again realized it was quite a bit bigger than John's. She didn't realize that a large prick would feel so good, stretching her pussy wide, and creating sensations she had never felt before. She was facing Tim and he was smiling tenderly at her, his hands resting lightly on her thighs. As her desire heightened, she felt more at home with Tim and his cock. 

She smiled back at him and began riding in earnest, sliding up and down on his big pole and as she hit bottom, moving around in circles, feeling his large member moving around different pleasure points and taking her breath away. 

He watched her closely, her eyes closed, not seeing or feeling anything but the sensations in her pussy. She could sense the pending explosion that was about to consume her. 

It happened, without permission, her whole body was trying to send signals to her brain at once and it was overwhelming her. If it didn't stop she was going to die, but it didn't stop, and she didn't die. She just broke into a mass of muscle spasms centered in her abdomen, but radiating out to her ears, fingers and toes, and then fell over on her side, pulling loose from Tim's cock and melting into a puddle of unfamiliar feelings and emotions. 

After what seemed to Marsha like an hour, but was really only a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes, looked at Tim who said, "Was it ok?" 

"That's the understatement of the year." She heaved a big sigh and said, "You're still hard. You let me do all that and you didn't come? How come you didn't come?" 

"I didn't want to." 

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" 

"I don't come till I'm ready." 

"So you're able to wait as long as you want?" 

"Pretty much so. I'm sure there's a limit, but I can usually outlast my partner." 

"And you can come whenever you're ready?" 

"That's about it. Oh I can't come without a minimum of stimulation, but that's not a whole lot. Not nearly as much as women need to get off the first time." 

"So what are you gonna do now? I'm spent and you're still pending." 

"Give yourself a little time and you'll be up for some more. After all I promised you twenty and you've only had three." 

"Tim Henry, I couldn't survive twenty of those in a month, let alone one afternoon. I'm exhausted. Why is it so much better with you than it's ever been with anybody else?" 

"I think it's because I intend it so much. All my attention is on getting you sensations instead of me. That's part of why I can control when I come. I'm pushing you to have the sensations instead of me. I know it sounds silly, but it's the only thing I can figure. When I put my attention on me instead of you, I can and do come very quickly." 

"If I can recover enough for one more round, can you come with me? I've heard it's great when it happens but it hasn't ever happened to me." 

"I'd love to do that Marsha. Can you stand up and turn around?" 

"You're not going to fuck me in the ass are you?" 

"No, just doggy style. I like to end with that when I can. I love watching a woman's ass as I really fuck her." 

Marsha stood up, turned her back to Tim and looked over her shoulder for more instructions. "Just bend over and put your hand on the bed to support yourself." Then he took hold of her hips and slid his cock slowly in to the hilt. She groaned, "Oh, yessssssss," as he filled her up with his hard prick. He very slowly pumped fully in and fully out, keeping the rhythm, even when he felt the urge to speed up and pound her ass. 

It didn't take long until he felt her pussy start to grip his cock and her legs begin to quiver. He buried his cock 'til he could feel it hitting her cervix, making her moan and urging him to start pounding her harder. 

Finally, after several minutes of feeling her hot pussy gripping him hard and hearing her little grunts as he hit bottom, he shot a huge load that triggered Marsha to orgasm with him. She froze as Tim's cock jerked and jerked, drenching her entire pussy with cum and spilling out, running down her thighs. When it finally quit she looked at Tim over her shoulder again and said, "That has to be the greatest fuck any woman has ever had, but I think I'm done!" and she collapsed on the bed. 

Tim grinned down at her and said, "That's only four. We've got sixteen to go." 

* * * * * 

Tim spent Monday at work mostly trying to accept his newly found freedom, and the seemingly endless supply of women available to him. He wondered how long it was going to take to get bored with fucking just for fun. No commitment, no responsibility, he sure couldn't see any down side yet. 

When he got home to the hotel he showered, put on his swim trunks and a robe and went up to the pool for a swim. He had a manhattan and the place to himself. After an invigorating swim he went back to the room, changed into sport clothes and went to the restaurant in the lobby. 

When he got there he realized he didn't know whether Janice planned to eat before she arrived or not. He decided to grab a sandwich at the bar, then either way he'd be covered. He ordered a ham and cheese and another manhattan. When they came he asked the bartender if it was ok to take them to his room. The bartender, an attractive Latina, looked at him with interest and said it was fine. He noticed her name tag said her name was Juanita Sanchez. 

As he went by the front desk, Rhonda called out to him and motioned him over. She asked, "Did Jessica leave?" 

"Yes, she left yesterday morning." 

"Is she coming back?" 

"Maybe." 

"Are you staying?" 

"I am, at least for a while." 

"Do I keep charging Jessica's platinum card for the charges?" 

"For now yes. If that changes I'll let you know." 

She leaned in and said more softly, "Ok, and if you get lonesome, let me know that too, and I'd be happy keep you company. I make a very fun and discreet friend." 

"Thanks Rhonda, I'll be sure to do that." He engaged her with a smile and then headed for the elevator and his room thinking, I guess that's another one in line. What happens when I can't service them all? 

He'd just finished his sandwich when there was a timid knock on the door. He opened it and there was Janice, in a bright yellow sun dress that showed her impressive cleavage to the world. Tim had only seen her in her conservative managers clothes at Jason's, and once in a formal at the county club, so he was pleasantly surprised at how pretty she looked. 

He invited her in and closed the door. She walked in with her confidence brimming and said boldly, "I'm here to get fucked. I've been thinking about this since Friday and I'm about to go crazy. I haven't had a good fuck in over a year and I'm about to boil over. Can we just do it now, please?" 

Tim Said, "Sure thing, Janice. Would you like to go to the bed, or should I just tear off your dress and take you right here on the floor?" Then he laughed. 

"Shit, I've done it again. You're about to do me a favor and I fuck it up with my blathering mouth. Do you want me to leave?" 

"No. I don't want you to leave," I smiled. "And I'm not doing you a favor. I'm delighted for the opportunity to do my best to please you in bed and out. I'm apt to get more out of this than you. Would you like something to eat?" 

Janice wilted right in front of Tim's eyes, "I wouldn't dare. I'm about to puke with terror right now. I'm so sorry I rushed things, but I get crazy when I'm nervous." 

"Don't fret it," Tim replied as he walked behind her, unfastening the top of her sundress, taking the straps from her shoulders and watching as it fell to her waist, revealing two tight, firm, D-Cup tits, with perfect little erect nipples, beautiful light tan skin, and an almost invisible fine coating of hair. 

He unbuttoned the sundress at her waist and it fell to the floor. Tim couldn't believe his good fortune. She did indeed come prepared to fuck—she didn't even have on panties. I'm going to enjoy this tonight, and as often as I can manage. Those tits are a fabulous sight over that small waist, those narrow hips and long, shapely legs. I'll be lucky if I don't run out of cum before she's satisfied. 

Janice stepped out of the sun dress, kicked it across the floor and said, "Well?" 

Tim bent down, kissed one nipple, then the other and said, "I've never even imagined anything as lovely as those perfect breasts, atop the rest of that beautiful body, and under that lovely face. How did you manage to put all that together?" 

"Not guilty. Some man fucked my mother and this is the result. Not that it's served me very well so far, but thanks for the compliment. Do you have anything to drink? Something hard? I'm going to faint if I don't get some help." 

Tim went to the bathroom and came back with two white terrycloth robes. He handed one to Janice, stripped off his clothes, showing her his eager cock, put on the other robe and said, "There's only a mini bar here. Let's go up to the bar by the pool and get some real drinks." 

She tied the sash of the robe that barely concealed her, and they padded out to the elevator. On the way she said meekly, "I guess you can tell I don't know what I'm doing here...no that's not what I mean. I know why I'm here, I just don't know how to act. I'm a total ignoramus at seducing a man. Even my own husband. 

"I've secretly craved you since we moved to the neighborhood. I don't know how I got the courage to proposition you at the Deli, and I sure as hell don't know what to do now. I'm embarrassed as hell." 

"You don't have any reason to be embarrassed, Jan. After seeing you in all your splendor a minute ago, I thank whatever it was that gave you the courage. You don't need to be anything but yourself with me. Just tell me what you want and I'll do my best to provide it. What would make you comfortable right now?" 

"A double scotch on the rocks would be a good start." 

When they got to the roof, Tim ordered their drinks and guided them to a table, with an umbrella, near the pool. He held a chair for her and they sat down. Jan consumed half her drink in one gulp and doggedly evaded Tim's gaze by staring at the pool. 

"Talk to me Jan." 

"I told you, I'm embarrassed, and scared, and deadly certain I'm going to do something that'll reveal my total inexperience at this game. That's all." 

"Did you know that exactly two weeks and one day ago I was in the very same boat? When I picked that young woman up on the King ranch I knew I wanted her almost instantly, but I was too chicken to even try anything. I'd never fucked anyone but Georgia, and had no idea what to do. She did all the work, and am I glad she did. Will you let me do the same for you? Believe me I'd like nothing better than to please you till you beg for mercy." 

Jan looked at Tim with moist eyes and said meekly, "Ok, show me." 

They left the bar without finishing their drinks and made a beeline for the suite. Tim removed her robe, stared at her lovely body for a minute, took off his robe and led her to the bed. 

* * * * * 

Two hours later Jan yelled, "Have mercy Tim! If I come anymore I won't be able to get home." In her mind though, she was proud she'd been able to keep Tim's interest this long. She knew he'd come at least three times and that was certainly a record for her. If she'd told her mother she made any man come three times in one night, her mother would have called her a liar. She asked Tim, "Had enough?" 

"I'll live if we quit, much as I hate to give up those magnificent tits of yours. I can't believe Fred's such a fool. Why would any man neglect you to the point that you need to go to another man for satisfaction? It doesn't make sense, but I'll not refuse a gift like you, whatever the reason. Would you like to shower with me before you leave?" 

"I need to shower for sure but I'd best do it alone. If I don't I just might not leave at all. God that was good, Tim Henry. I hope we can do it again sometime?" 

"We will if I have anything to say about it," He said with a satisfied smile. "Go ahead and take your shower." 

When Jan finished in the shower, she came out still buck naked, drying her hair with a big towel. She grinned at Tim and said, "How would you feel if I told Fred what I'd done tonight?" 




On the Road Away From Her



I look up to the sky as I leave my house at 5:45 AM Friday November the 18th and don't see any stars which tells me it is very cloudy. The cloud cover must be the reason there is no frost on my truck or the blanket that covered the windshield. I begin the sixty mile drive to the construction site where I'm a journeyman electrician. Lanie, my wife of six years, won't be home until 7:30 AM from the twelve hour shift she had to work in the ER of our local hospital. I hate that she has to work alternating days and nights every other week as an RN since the new administrator at the hospital changed everything around six months ago. I'm thirty miles down the road before I realize I left my cell phone on the charger in the living room of our double wide. I proceed to work and hope that Lanie understands when I don't call her when I leave the jobsite for the day. I can't call before then knowing she'll be trying to sleep to be able to go to work that night. 

The building we are constructing isn't under roof so when the rain comes at 10 AM, we all rush to the company's storage trailer to get out of the weather. The foreman checks the weather forecast on his computer about 10 till 11 and sees that the rain has settled in for the day. He gives us our paychecks and tells us to go home. I drive toward home and stop at my bank to deposit my check in our joint checking account keeping out the hundred dollars I'll need for the next week.

I see a strange car parked in the drive behind Lanie's and wonder who and why someone is at our house at that time of day. I pull into the drive that leads to the barn lot beside our double wide and cut across the open field between it and our home. I unlock the back door as quietly as I can and hear the oh-so familiar squeal that Lanie makes when she's coming. I step softly into the kitchen and look through the window in the wall that separates the dining room from it. I can see Lanie riding a chocolate colored man in the mirror of the dresser beside our queen sized bed. She calms from her orgasmic bliss and lays on the man's chest where they begin to kiss and talk to each other. I can't hear what they are saying and when they begin to untangle, I ease over to the side so I can still see them in the mirror but hopefully they won't see me. Lanie gets on all fours and the man gets behind her to take her in that position. I see it is Dr. Carter, the new ER doctor that the new administrator hired to try and get more of the black population to come to the hospital's ER. 

I turn and slip out the backdoor closing it just as softly as I opened it. I don't realize that I'm crying until I reach the cab of my truck. I sit and cry for five minutes before the thought that they might finish and Lanie would see my truck came to me. I turn in the barn lot and drive away from our once happy home. As I pass my mother's house a mile from the double wide, I almost lose it again. Since the death of both my parents, she has been my second mom. I will not only lose a wife, but also another parent in the divorce. I drive to the bank and withdraw five hundred dollars from each of our joint accounts. I drive to the neighborhood I grew up in and sit in my truck outside my old home place and remember how happy I had been when I introduced Elaine Granderson to my family when we became serious in our relationship. I then begin to think on what I'm going to do. 

After about an hour of thinking and crying, I decide on a plan. I call my foreman and ask him to call Elaine and tell her I have to work over because the excavator had torn out the underground temporary feed to the building and the other trades would need it for Saturday. I tell him I will explain everything on Monday and he agreed to do the favor for me. I drive to the three liquor stores in our town and get as many empty boxes as they have. 

I return to the double wide at 7 PM knowing Elaine is at the hospital. It takes me two and a half hours to pack all my work clothes in the boxes. I lift the hatch on the protective shell on the cargo area of my truck and load my tools into the bed up next to the cab, strapping them in so they won't slide around. I load my clothes, a couple pairs of sneakers, the extra pair of work boots, and my dress shoes into the bed of the truck. I throw in a sleeping bag and an inflatable mattress at the rear of the bed then back my truck up to the pop-up camper we had used for hunting and fishing trips. I break down and cry when I realize I've lost the best buddy I've ever had after the camper is secured to the truck. I drive away from the home I had envisioned living in for the next fifty or sixty years for the last time.

"Hello, is that you Dar? Where are you and why is the camper gone?" Elaine asks me the next morning when I call her cell phone from the pay phone of a convenience store thirty miles away.

"NO! You don't get to call me that, you black cock slut! How long have you been fucking Dr. Carter, Elaine?" 

"What, what are you talking about, Dar? I'm not fucking Dr.Carter!" Elaine manages to say after her gasp from hearing my black cock slut remark.

"SO, I guess that was your evil twin I heard coming on his cock yesterday about 12:30! Or maybe you're like Sybil and have multiple personalities and one of them was fucking him in our bed! I read your little note on the table. I guess I spoiled your plan to humiliate me by having me eat his come out of your pussy before I got sloppy seconds. How many times has that happened, bitch?!"

"NO Dar! I would never have done that to you! I always cleaned myself extra well and douched before you came home!" I hear her gasp again as she realizes what she has said. "Dar, baby, I love you and only you. Please, it was only sex for God sakes! Dr. Carter doesn't mean a thing to me! Please come home and let's work this out between us! I promise it's over between him and me anyway! I won't do anything like this again, I promise! Please Dar, come home!"

"I told you not to call me that! You're right about one thing; you won't do anything like this again to me because I'm gone!" I slam the handset down onto the cradle and start walking to my truck and ignore the ringing of the phone behind me. I'm sure it's Elaine trying to call me back.

I drive to a camp ground ten miles from the jobsite and pay cash for two nights. I'm at the foreman's trailer at 7 AM Monday morning and tell Rick the whole sordid story between crying jags. Rick and I go and retrieve the tools I had left at the jobsite and I tell him to have the company mail my last check to my old home. I climb in my truck and head south toward Florida.

I stop at a camp ground in Georgia when my eyes get too heavy for me to drive any farther. I get the camper ready and fall into the sleeping bag and surprisingly fall asleep right away. I awake with the first rays of sunshine breaking over the horizon. I have to wait until 8 AM to pay for my night's stay. I'm on the road by 8:15 and drive until I reach another camp ground outside of Orlando. I pay for a week's stay and set up my camper. I don't sleep much at all that night and am out in my truck at day break. I go to nine small electrical contractors before I find one who will take me up on my proposal. I explain to all of them that I'm hiding from a cheating wife and don't want to be found. I will work for fifteen dollars an hour cash money and twenty dollars an hour for overtime. The contractor who finally agrees with the deal is still paying his cheating whore of an ex-wife alimony from his divorce and is more than happy to help me.

I work for him from December until April and decide to move on. I have ten thousand dollars in cash when I decide to leave and head farther west. I call my brother, David Glazer; collect from the camp's pay phone.

"Hello David, it's your brother, Darryl. How's everything going with you and your family?"

"Dar! Where the hell are you?! Lanie is going insane and nobody knows what happened between you two! Dar, Lanie's four months pregnant and the double wide is about to be foreclosed on. You need to come home now and straighten this mess out!"

"Where I'm at is not important! What has Elaine told everybody about me leaving?"

"She said you all had a big fight and you left with the camper to cool off. She thought you'd be back in time to go to work by Monday. She fell apart when you didn't come home that Sunday. The holidays really sucked around here with you gone and Lanie moping around crying one minute and cussing you out the next. Come home, Darryl."

"I'm not coming home to a cheating, lying whore; Dave. I caught her fucking Dr. Carter that Friday before I left. They didn't know I was there. Dave, you know I've never lied to you so you have to believe me. Elaine is on her own."

"But what about the baby, Dar? What if it's yours? You're not the kind of man to abandon your own child."

"It could also be Dr. Carter's if she's four months along. That's how long I've been gone. I'll not support her and another man's bastard kid. I only called to let you know I'm still alive."

"Darryl, I'm begging you to call Lanie! She's in trouble! Don't you care even a little about her? Please call her!"

"Okay, I'll call her. Is her cell phone number the same?"

"Yes, she's kept it hoping you'd call! Thank you, Dar, and I believe you on why you left."

I drive toward Alabama and stop at the welcome center to use the pay phone.

"Hello, you black cock whore! It's me, the poor bastard whose heart you ripped in two when you cheated on him!"

"Darryl, where have you been the last four months? Nobody knew where you were! Darryl, I miss you and I need you to come home. I'm pregnant and the bank's going to foreclose on the double wide."

"Do you miss me or the money train I was before I caught you cheating on me?! I'm not telling you where I'm at, where I've been, or anything else. Have you started divorce proceedings yet?"

"NO! I don't want a divorce! I love you and want you back! I'll do whatever you need me to do if you'll come home!"

"I want to ask you a question and I want an honest answer from you, Elaine. How many times have you gotten laid in the last four months?"

"Why do you need to know that? I told you it was over when you called that Saturday morning."

"Because I've gotten laid zero times in the last four months! The first couple of months I had to drink myself to sleep and sex didn't even enter my mind. Now whenever I get the urge, I dredge up the memory of hearing you come on another man's cock or the sight of you riding him in the mirror beside the bed and the urge goes away like a snap. Now answer me!"

"About four times, Dar!"

"I told you you can't call me that anymore! I'm not your Dar! You threw the right to call me that away when you gave another man what you promised only to me! I'll make you a deal! I'll come back to East Tennessee in five months if the baby you're carrying doesn't come out black AND if you can stay celibate for the next five months. You'll have to have someone I trust verify you've been celibate though because I can't believe a word that comes out of your mouth right now. We got a deal?"

"What about the double wide and my doctor bills? Darryl, please I need you, I miss you, and I want you. I can't help it if you don't believe me, the sex with those other men doesn't compare to the sex I had with you. Please come home now!"

"I'm not coming home now! You heard my deal! Take it or leave it! I'll call you again in five months! GOODBYE!" I again slam the hand set down on the cradle and stumble to my truck with fresh tears in my eyes. 

I sit in the cab of my truck in a daze until the heat becomes unbearable. I grab a cold bottle of water out of the cooler I had bought to store food but mostly beer in four months back. I didn't lie about the drinking myself to sleep in the early months and the owner of the company I was working for had to threaten to let me go if I didn't straighten up. I also hadn't lied about getting laid. I was still a married man and I took my vows seriously. Until we were divorced, I have vowed to myself not to be with another woman. I go over to a picnic table in the shade to think.

"Do you still love her?" I think to myself. "Yes, but she cheated on me and hurt me bad! "It was only sex!" She dared to say to me. I can't trust her ever again, I'll always be wondering what she's doing when I'm not with her, and I'll always be thinking about why she did what she did. I don't want to know though so I can't ask her. I can't have sex with her again because every time she squeals in orgasm, I'll remember hearing her do it on another man's cock. I'm not going to pay her another red cent though either. She cheated on me and I shouldn't have to pay anything to her for that. I'll not get cheated on by her and the legal system. I'll live off the grid as long as I have to before that happens."

I drive to Brownsville, Texas and find another owner who had been raped in his divorce that would give me a job under the same conditions as the ones in Florida. After a couple of months, I get tired of trying to sleep in the heat of the pop-up and find a used RV that I buy without having to do any paperwork on. The contractor I was working for used my money to buy a bigger truck with a fifth wheel attachment that would pull the RV. If I move back to Tennessee, I have to register both and then I will be found.

I call Dave from a pay phone 300 miles from the camp ground I'm staying in when Elaine's baby was due.

"Dave, it's me Darryl. How is everything with you and yours?"

"Dar, thank God you called! Elaine had her baby last week!"

"Oh yeah! How black was it when it came out?"

"How did you know it was going to be black?"

"I didn't know for sure, but the chances were fifty/fifty that it would be and since Dr. Carter fucked her last, I figured he would be the father."

"Well you were right. To be as light skinned as he was and with Elaine being white, everyone was surprised at how dark Elaine's little girl was. She gave the baby up for adoption, though. Dar, she really misses you and she's been celibate like you ask her to be. Will you come home now?"

"So she told you part of the deal I made to her. I guess the part of the deal about her baby not being black wasn't important enough to mention. I'm not coming back!"

"Will you at least call her and tell her yourself? I don't know what you're thinking, but you need to start thinking about the future. Elaine lost the double wide, lost her job, and is living with her mom. If you call you'll have to call Glenda's because Elaine lost her cell phone when she couldn't pay for it."

"I'm thinking Elaine needs to divorce me so we both can move on with our lives. In three months she can file under abandonment and this nightmare will be over."

"It's not that simple, Dar. There are outstanding bills that need to be paid, Elaine's care that needs to be secured, and other obligations that need to be met."

"Dr. Carter knocked her up, so let her go after him for the outstanding bills. I told you before that Elaine was on her own. My obligations to her ended when she broke our marriage vows which you were a witness to and your signature is on our marriage certificate. I'll call her, goodbye Dave."

"Hello Glenda, can I speak to Elaine?"

"Darryl, is that really you? Where are you? Elaine is such a mess. Darryl you need to come home and take care of your wife!"

"She stopped being my wife when she let another man have her body, the one she promised to me on our wedding day. I'm not telling you where I am and I'm not coming home! Can I speak to her, please?"

"Darryl, I've been waiting on your call for the last week. I had my baby and it was a little girl. I gave it up for adoption though. Darryl, please come home, I miss you! I've been celibate just like you said. You can ask momma, you know she's never lied to you."

"I'm not coming home! You forgot about the baby not being black as the other condition for me to come home. I can never trust you again, Elaine. You promised to be mine and mine alone forsaking all others and you broke that promise. I can't believe anything you say after what you did to me. I can't live with a woman wondering where she's at and what she's doing when I'm not around. You cheated once and no matter how many times you say it, I'll always wonder when you'll cheat again if I come home. In three months it'll be a year since I left and you can file for divorce using abandonment as the reason for it. I'm not going to help you get back on your feet after what you did to me. Elaine, you're on your own from now on so get the divorce and move on with your life."

"But Darryl, I don't want a divorce! I still love you and I want you back with me. I swear I'll never hurt you again. Please Darryl, give me another chance!"

"You didn't hear a word I said did you, Elaine? I can't trust you, I can't be with you, and I'll never love you the way I did before you cheated on me. Yes, I still have a tiny bit of love for you, but it's not enough for me to overlook the hurt and sorrow you brought into my heart. I'll never be with you ever again, Elaine!"

"But what about all my bills? How am I going to pay them?"

"Not my problem, Elaine! Get Dr. big black cock to pay any bills related to your having the baby since she's his! Take bankruptcy for the rest! I don't care what you do about your bills! I'll burn everything I have and kill myself before I pay anything to you or for you! You caused this mess when you took another man into our bed so you have to suffer the consequences for doing that! GOODBYE!"

I don't slam the hand set down like I had in the past after talking to Elaine. I drive back to the camp ground and begin thinking about what my next move will be. I can't leave Texas until I register my truck into my own name. When I do that, anybody looking for me will know where I am or will know what my new ride looks like. For my plan to work I have to stay off the grid and it only takes one piece of paper with my name on it for my plan to fall apart. I talk to the owner of the electrical company I'm working for about anyone he knew who might go for the proposal I've been working under but far away from where I am now yet still be in Texas. He makes a few calls and finds an owner in Lubbock that I can work for. I thank him for his trouble and drive to Lubbock.

I work for the new owner for the next three months then drive 300 miles back into Texas to call home. I call Dave first.

"Hello Dave, are you ever going to tell me how you and yours are doing?"

"We're doing fine, Dar. It's Elaine who's having trouble. I know you told me she was on her own, but she's really gone downhill in the last three months. She never leaves Glenda's house, she hardly ever eats, and her health is deteriorating rapidly. She did get Dr. Carter to pay the bills related to the baby, but the bank is still after her for the balance of the loan on the double wide after they sold it below what was owed."

"How much is it, Dave? I said I wasn't going to help her, but my name was on it too. You tell me how much it is and if I can I'll take care of that debt, but that's the only one I'm going to pay!"

"If it's pay within the next thirty days, it's eleven thousand dollars. How are you going to pay that?"

"You go to Western Union tomorrow and it'll be there waiting for you. You take it to the bank and pay the debt. Elaine doesn't get to touch it understand!"

"Yes Dar, I understand. Are you going to call Elaine?"

"Yes Dave, I'll call Elaine. Bye, I love you bro!"

"Hello Glenda, it's me Darryl. Can I speak to Elaine?"

"Darryl, thank God you called! You have to come home, Elaine is wasting away pining for you. Darryl, I'm afraid she's going to die, she's gone down so far. You remember how she was! 5'10", a healthy 135 pounds, full 36C breasts, flat stomach, nice ass. She's not like that now. I swear I think she's shrunk a couple of inches and if she weighs over 95 pounds, I'll kiss the pope's ass. Her breasts have shriveled up to almost nothing and her ass is gone. Darryl, if you care even a tiny bit about her, please come home!"




On the Road Away From Her



"I can't! She hurt me too bad! I'm sorry she's in the shape she's in, but she caused all of this when she cheated on me. I'll not come home for her. I'm sorry Glenda, but I don't care enough to try and help her. I only called to let her know I was going to pay off the double wide so the bank would leave her alone. Tell her to get the divorce so we both can move on. It's been over a year since I've had sex and until she divorces me, I won't have sex. I took my marriage vows seriously! Glenda, I miss you and my other family, but I'm going to continue to hide until we're divorced and I'm free and clear without any other obligations to her. She cheated and I'll not pay her so she can have a good life while I struggle. Good bye, Glenda."

I drive back to Lubbock and get my boss to take my money to Western Union for the balance on the double wide. That is the mistake that allows the private detective that my brother Dave hired to find me. Two months after the money transfer, he confronts me outside my boss's office.

"Darryl Glazer, I'm Tom Sullivan. Your brother Dave hired me to find you. I've been looking for you for the last year. You did a good job of disappearing. You shouldn't have let your boss send that money though. That's how I found you. I can't force you to go back to Tennessee, but you need to know Elaine passed away two days after you talked to her mom. When her mom told her you didn't care enough to come back and help her, she locked herself in her bedroom and wouldn't eat or drink. The doctors say she died from heart failure brought on by severe dehydration. Your brother faxed this to me to give to you. Elaine was cremated and after the bank was paid all the debts the two of you had are gone. Your brother would like for you to come home and see your family. You weren't the only one that was hurt by your wife's infidelity. Your brother has lost weight worrying about you, Dr. Carter lost his marriage and position at the hospital, Glenda has lost her life savings trying to care for Elaine, and Elaine lost her life. I don't know what you were trying to accomplish by dropping off the face of the earth, but I'd say you went far beyond what you set out to do."

"I was trying to get away from a cheating wife without getting raped by the legal system to do it. I didn't do anything wrong, but if I'd stayed I'd have ended up paying for her cheating on me and I didn't think that was right and I wasn't going to do it. I'm sorry she's dead and I'm sorry everyone worried about my business to the point it affected them the way it did, but I didn't ask any of them to worry about me or to try and take up the slack from my leaving. I'll see that Glenda gets her life savings back and my brother knew I was alive and well so it's his fault he worried too much. If I had it to do over again, I'd do the same thing. You can go back to Tennessee and tell my brother I'll see him and his family in a few weeks."

I walk to my truck and drive to my RV. I open the envelope Mr. Sullivan gave me and start to read.

"Darryl,

I'm so sorry I hurt you the way I did. The day you saw me with Dr. Carter was going to be the last day I saw him. We only had sex twice and I was feeling guilty the entire time. I let my curiosity lead me astray. I'd never been with a black man and wanted to experience sex with a black man at least once. Dar, he wasn't that much bigger than you and the sex wasn't as good as it was with you. He just fucked me while you made love to me and there is a big difference between the two. I never stopped loving you and I would have been the best wife you could have ever wanted if you'd have given me a chance. I would've aborted the baby before I began to show just to remove any chance of it being his. After you left, I couldn't abort it on the chance it was yours. I gave it up when it came out black and prayed you'd forgive me and take me back. If you're reading this then I'm dead. I didn't want to live if you weren't going to be in my life. I hope you find someone to love and who will love you, but know that nobody will ever love you as much as I did even after you ran away. Goodbye my true love. I hope we meet again someday in another life. 

                Your loving wife to the end, Lanie."

I thought I had cried all the tears I was going to cry over Elaine, but after reading the letter, I break down and cry for I don't know how long. I go to bed and run my choices through my head. Should I have left the way I did? Could we have worked through her infidelity? Should I have gone home when Glenda begged me to? Then the next wave of questions begin. Can I find another woman to love? Will I love her as much as I did Elaine? Can I even trust a woman after what Elaine did? How screwed up am I anyway? 

I finally dose off to sleep and sleep through my alarm. I hook up my RV, drive to my workplace, and tell the boss I'm headed to Tennessee. I drive until dusk and find a camp ground for the night. I drive the rest of the way to East Tennessee the next day and pull up outside Dave's house right at dark. Dave's family sweeps me into the house like I'm the long lost sheep of the family which I guess in a way I am. I eat the first home cooked meal since before I left. The food in those places that advertise home cooking is okay, but nothing beats real home cooked food.

After I count the cash I've been paid over the last 12 months and minus the cost of the truck and RV and the loan payoff, I have $38,000.00 when I get to Tennessee. Elaine had taken care of the income taxes for the year previous and I didn't know what I'd do about this year's, but I still had some time to think about it. I give Glenda $10,000.00 and would have given her more, but she refused anymore. I take the urn with Elaine's ashes to our favorite hunting and fishing places and scatter some of the ashes in these places until they are gone. It is the only thing I can do to try and ease the guilt I feel over her death. I never imagined my plan of getting her to divorce me by running away would lead to her death.

I get laid the week of Christmas. I'm still living in my RV and meet a woman in the camp ground I'm staying in. She resembles Elaine in a lot of ways and I know that is what attracted me to her. The sex is good and we both enjoy it, but she isn't Elaine and I finally understand what Elaine was telling me in her letter. When you're making love to the woman you truly love, it's the greatest sex in the world, and everything else is just fucking. I hope I find another woman to make love to that equals the sex that I had with Elaine.

I'm alone without anyone that I love or who loves me. I keep asking myself if I did the right thing or did I over react. Would Elaine's affair with Dr. Carter have been her one and only time cheating on me? If I hadn't seen them together and she had just told me about her affair, could I have forgiven her? I knew I could never have sex with her again after having seen them together. Those images and the memory of hearing her come for another man wouldn't have allowed me to get an erection let alone have sex with her. I ask you reader; did I do the right thing?