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Road Trip

By: LeftyD



Things were getting pretty hectic around our house so we decided to take a road trip. We called our friends in Las Vegas and told them we were coming up to see them. We got our daughter to watch the house and feed the animals, got the car ready and we were off. 

About an hour on the road and already I was feeling horny. I took off my bra, pulled my shorts aside so he could see my now moist pussy. Slowly I started playing with myself. He was trying to keep his attention on the road but found it very hard. Glancing over to me, he started rubbing his now semi hard cock through his jeans. I grabbed my vibrator and started rubbing it on my clit. He reached over and slid his finger up along my slit feeling how wet I was. 

When he no longer could handle it he just pulled off on the side of the highway and unzipped his pants and fucked me hard and fast. We both came with shuddering orgasms.

Getting back on the road we noticed that somewhere along the way we missed our turn off. We pulled off on a exit but there were no services so we just parked and looked at the map. As we looked at the map he started feeling my still naked breasts. Pinching each nipple just right to send shivers down to my pussy. It wasn’t long before his pants were back off and I was sucking his cock. The windows started to fog up and of course we didn’t notice any cars that were passing. We should have been keeping an eye open, all of a sudden there’s a knock on the window. I stop sucking and look up right to a policeman’s face. I had cum all over my face, so all I could do is smile at him. 

We sat up and rolled the window down. He was a good-looking man in his mid 20’s. Big arms and a nice looking bulge in his pants. He didn’t have much to say except that it looked like I knew what I doing and wish he could get some. Well I jumped at that occasion. I looked at my husband and see if I could invite him in, he smiles and scoot over. 

Before he got into the car, he undid his pants; right away I put my head down and started sucking him. Hubby in the mean time was using my vibrator on me. Mr. policeman put his head back and enjoyed his blowjob. Before long we were outside the car with me bent over sucking my hubby and getting fucked hard my Mr. Policeman. I was in heaven and came uncontrollably hard at least 3 times. After we were done Mr. Policeman said that the only ticket I would get would be a ticket to come blow him anytime I wanted to.

As we drove I kept teasing my hubby until we had to pull over and get a room. Although sleeping was the last thing we had in mind. We were early enough to go into the Jacuzzi. Luckily there wasn’t anyone in the pool or spa. I was hot and sore from sitting so I jumped into the pool while hubby went into the Jacuzzi. We were having a good time when all of a sudden the janitor came into the room to see if it was empty. Seeing that it wasn’t he left again. I then went over to cop a feel or two from hubby. As I got in the janitor came in again. I, in the mean time, noticed a pair of shorts floating. Looking at hubby, he had a big grin on his face; I ducked my head down to take a quick lick of his cock. With the janitor still in the room I then positioned myself on his lap so his cock was crammed up my pussy. Then the janitor went upstairs to a storage area, and looking down noticed us doing the dirty thing. He smiled at us and said,” Looks like fun”. I looked at him and then hubby, and signaled him to come and join us.

As he came in he locked the door behind him. He was walking and stripping at the same time so that when he got to us he was totally naked. I noticed his big body he must exercise a lot. His cock was a good 10 inches long and 4 inches thick. Thinking to myself how I was going to suck it? He climbed in and right away I went down on him. It was big but I managed to get it all into my mouth. Now hubby behind me ramming his cock into my pussy, David, the janitor, came, shooting cum everywhere. We then switched so David could put that monster in me. He teased my clit first of all, rubbing his big cock up and down. Then all at once he shoved it in; it reached the top and even hurt just a little. He fucked me hard and fast, which is the way I love it. We all came again then sat in the Jacuzzi talking and catching our breaths. We said thanks to David and went back to our room.

When we got back into the room we started talking about what had just happened. We both agreed that it was a blast. Now don’t get me wrong, I really am not a slut but someone who really means it when they say, “I never get enough sex”. I have to cum at least 3 times a day even if it means using my dildo. As we were talking about it hubby got another hard on. Even he couldn’t keep up with me but was giving it one hell of a challenge. We ended the night with a wild fuck on the table and sink.

First thing in the morning we were on the road again heading towards moms house. You see, we decided on stopping by at moms just for the heck of it. Hubby drove most of the way with me sleeping with my head on his lap. When I woke up, or should I say got woken up, he had ANOTHER big hard on. I unzipped his pants and started giving head like he has never had it before, and like I had never given before. He came so hard in my mouth I had to let it shoot all over my face, I just couldn’t swallow it all. I , then with a wet pussy, got out my vibrator and took off my pants facing him and started fucking myself with it. Ohhhhh it felt sooo good, rubbing it right on my clit. On every third or forth stroke I would shove it in. I came all over the front seat. Completely wore out, we got to moms, went out to dinner and enjoying a couple of hours with mom. 

Teasing each other under the table made us realize how horny we were again. So we told mom that we were really anxious to get to Vegas and since it was only about 4 hours from her house that we were going to go ahead and leave after dinner. She wasn’t really happy with it but understood and we said our goodbyes and headed towards Las Vegas.

We arrived at the motel about midnight. We were tired and worn out. Checked into the room went in and took a long hot shower. After a shower and dinner we were back at out room hot and horny as ever. Out room looked right over the strip, so we could see the lights from out room. As I was looking out the window, hubby came up behind me with a hard on. Surprised at another one I dropped down to my knees and started sucking cock. As I sucked it he picked me up and carried me to the bed. Putting me down he licked his way down to my clit. Sucking it up and licking it down he brought me to a shuddering orgasm. Even all the sex we had had wasn’t enough for me. He climbed on top of me and with his cock, rubbed my pussy up and down before putting it in. I crabbed my vibrator and put it in-between us so it sent shivers up both of us. We went on for hours until we were hungry for food and drinks and of course some gambling.

We showered and got dress, me with a short mini and no undies and him with his sexy shorts and no undies, headed downstairs for some nightlife. Sitting across from hubby I uncrossed my legs and showed him my new shaved pussy. His eyes got big and you could see him growing in his pants. I kept doing that every once in a while just to tease him. I even showed a couple of old men the same way and they couldn’t believe it. I walked past them and said “only in Vegas” and smiled. They sent me over a drink with a smile. Hubby was getting soooo turned on by watching me show strangers what they are missing or if we could find one, someone to join again.

Heading back up to out room we noticed a door leading to the stairway. I looked at hubby and smiled. He understood what I was thinking and we headed up the stairs. When we got to the top floor it was locked. Right then he pulled out his cock and I bent over and sucked it till I couldn’t handle it anymore then he shoved it in me hard and quick. It was so cool thinking someone could walk in on us at anytime. I was hoping someone would. 

We had a great road trip and can't wait to do it again. This time though I hope we have a couple join us for some wild sex games.

Road Trip '82



I was tired and I was also low on gas. It was 11:45 according to the dashboard clock. I'd been driving since 6 that morning. The reflectors on the road were dazzling and putting me to sleep. Fortunately, I passed a sign reading "Gas/Food/Snacks! 24 hours! Next Exit". I pulled onto the ramp and waited a few seconds when I reached the stop sign at the bottom.

Looking to my left, I saw lights on at a convenience store. I turned and made my way there. At the pump I killed the engine and got out, stretching my sore back. I decided that if there was a motel nearby, I'd call it a night. I was way past the age when I could drive all night and still be alert when the sun came up. I slid my card into the reader and started the pump. The price per gallon was a little higher than at the last station but I didn't have a choice.

I twisted and felt and heard a satisfying crack-crack in my lower back. I shook my head and realized how really tired I was. The pump clicked off and I squeezed the handle to top the tank off. I hung the nozzle back on the pump and waited for the receipt.

The engine caught on the first rotation and I pulled over to the front of the store. There were no other cars around. As I entered I noticed that there was no one behind the counter. I sleepwalked toward the coffee machine, pondering whether to go for plain coffee or one of the fancier varieties. I decided to go for a cappuccino since it was stronger and sweeter.

As the machine began spitting out the espresso and milk a good looking girl of about twenty five, with shoulder length red hair came out of the back room. Well, she was a woman, but any female more than ten years younger than me is a girl to me. This one looked to be somewhere in her late twenties. She glanced my way and said, "Welcome to the end of the world." She slid behind the counter and leaned on it on her elbows.

"Thanks," I replied. "Why do you call it that?"

"Because it's a sleepy, nothing place. Sometimes I wish I'd never heard of it."

The machine finished filling my cup and I went to the counter to pay. The woman stood up, but not before I got a good glimpse of her considerable cleavage. "So why don't you leave?" I unfolded two bucks and set them in front of her.

"That's a long story. You probably don't have time to hear it. Besides, I get tired of telling it." 

I laughed and took my change. Her hand brushed mine and I looked into her eyes. They were a deep green, a color you don't see often. She was about 5' 9", a few inches shorter than I am. She was wearing one of those cropped tee shirts and cutoff jeans. The size of her tits held the bottom of the shirt away from her belly, which had a nice curve to it. I wouldn't say she was fat, but she definitely had curves.

I sipped the coffee and burned my tongue, as usual. I don't know why I never learn about that. "Well, I have a lot of time. Is there a motel close by?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's a Motel 6 about a mile east. You turn left out of here and go to the K-Mart and take a right. Keep going and you can't miss it." Her eyes held mine. I've only known two women with green eyes. They both loved to fuck. I wondered if this girl was like that. Her tits acquired definite points as we talked. I tried not to stare.

"So, where are you headed?" she asked. I took the top off my cup and blew on the foam in an attempt to cool it.

"I'm on my way to Vegas," I said. "I start a new job on Monday. I do appraisals on homes."

"Well that certainly sounds boring. You look like you'd have a sexier job than that." I frowned. Her comment was two-edged and I wondered what she meant. I decided to take it as a bantering compliment.

"Hey, it's easy and it pays well. Not to be flip, but your job isn't exactly an executive position." She laughed.

"Oh, this isn't 'what I do', it's just temporary. I'm actually a writer and also the daughter of a millionaire and I'm doing this to get material for my first novel."

"Oh, yeah, I should have realized that," I said, moving toward the door. Her next words stopped me, however.

"Hey, as long as you're here, maybe you can help me. I need to restock the beer case and I need a boost to get the top case down. Come on in the back." She moved out from behind the counter and beckoned me with a wave. I set my cup on the counter and followed. Her ass was fascinating. It was nice and round, just the way I like them. Her short tee shirt showed the ubiquitous tattoo just above the curve. She glanced back, caught me looking and grinned.

The back room was small. It was packed with various types of merchandise and as she said, the beer was stacked almost to the ceiling in one corner. I thought it strange that the manager would have left it that way, but really there was no other place for it.

She turned and told me to make a 'stirrup' for her to stand on so she could reach the first case or two. I wasn't sure I could do it that way, though. My legs are stronger than my arms so I suggested she just climb onto my shoulders. "That way you can hand me the first one and grab the second. After that you can reach the rest."

She looked a little doubtful but she said she'd try it. The thought of her thick thighs over my shoulders (and her cunt pressed against my neck) got me going a bit. I squatted and she mounted up. I caught a scent I was familiar with: hot crotch.

I stood up; glad it was as easy as it was. She slid the first box of beer off the stack and handed it down. I took it with one hand and held on to her bare thigh with the other. She picked the second box off and I squatted down again. She swung her leg off and hopped down. My face was level with her hips and I looked up.

She gave me a smile. "That was easy. Thanks. She brushed against me as she led the way back to the front. Her tits felt good against my chest. I again followed her wide butt to the cooler.

I wondered why we were only taking two boxes out, but I thought I was beginning to get the idea. The back of my neck still felt kind of warm fro her hot crotch.

She opened the cooler and slid her box in and turned to take mine from me. Those green eyes slipped across my eyes again. I felt a flush pass through me. Her eyes were somehow compelling. She let the cooler door swing closed and turned to me.

"You know..." she began but the chime of the door opening interrupted her. We both turned to see who had entered. A man with white hair and a mustache was walking toward the back room. "Hey, Harry!" she called out. He stopped and turned toward the voice.

"Hey, Marnie," he said. "Has it been busy tonight?"

"Not so much," she said. "Just a few locals and this guy." She looked up at me again. "Say, what is your name?"

"I'm Paul, Stockard," I told her.

"Pleased to meetcha, Paul. Harry's my relief. I'm off now. If you give me a ride home I'll show you the motel. It's on the way." I told her I'd be glad to take her home. Then she did something strange. She reached out to my stomach and kind of scratched or tickled it with the tips of her fingers before she headed over to clock out. I followed her and found my coffee where I'd left it. It was still hot, but it had cooled enough to drink.

She said she'd be just a second and headed back to the back. Harry and I said the kind of things people in that situation say. Marnie came out carrying a blue sweater. I couldn't help noticing her nipples were hard again. Harry looked at me and winked.

"Yeah, there's the K-Mart. Take a right," she said. The streets were deserted. As I saw the lights and sign of the motel, my heart sank. The 'no' neon was lit next to the 'vacancy' tubes. "Uh-oh," Marnie said quietly.

"Yeah," I said, "More like 'Oh, shit!'"

"Well, that's the only place in town. The next place is about thirty miles down the road."

"Well, I guess I can handle that," I said.

"Or..." she said, and looked over at me, "I have a fold-out couch. It's not all that comfortable, but you're welcome to it."

I glanced her way and she had a straight face. "Do you make a habit of taking in strangers? What if I'm a serial killer and I've just been waiting to get you alone to cut your heart out?"

She laughed. "I'm a good judge of character. I don't think a house appraiser would make a good killer. Besides, you could have sliced me up in the back room a while ago."

I had pulled over in front of the motel. I looked out the windshield. My eyes hurt and the stretching had only been a temporary relief. "Okay," I said. "But you'll have to let me pat you what I'd have spent in there." I waved in the direction of the motel.

"Oh, no," I'm not that kind of girl," she joked. "You helped me so I figure you earned a bed and maybe a shower, if you want one." The idea of a hot shower was what did it.

"Okay, where to?" I asked her.

Just go straight ahead. I'll let you know where to turn." So I pulled back onto the road. In a few minutes we were parked in her driveway. An old Chevy was pulled in under the carport. She explained that the radiator was broken and she was saving up for a new one.

The house was small, little more than a cabin. It was definitely a feminine place. The main room was a living room and a kitchenette. We pulled the cushions off the couch and she folded it out. "I'll get you some sheets and a blanket," she said and went into a darkened hallway.

When she came back she made up the bed, despite my protests that I could do it. "Nah," she said, "it's easy enough." Still, I helped her. After tucking in the corners she put her hands on her hips and tipped her head toward the hall. Come on, I'll show you the bathroom.

The hallway was short. At one end was the bathroom. In the center was a closed door and at the other end was a dark room with the door open. She turned on the light in the bathroom and told me towels were in the linen closet (the closed door).

Then she walked toward the open door and flipped the light switch inside. It was her bedroom, of course. "Go ahead and make yourself at home," she told me. "I'm going to get out of these clothes." She disappeared into the bedroom and pushed the door almost closed. I opened the closet and chose a thick green towel.

I put it in the bathroom and went back out to get my shaving kit out of my bag. I was going back to the bathroom when she came out in a tee shirt that came to mid-thigh. "Can I pee first?" she asked. "Then I promise I'll let you alone." She smiled as she passed me and she closed the bathroom door behind her.

I stood around a minute and then I heard the toilet flush. She emerged and went toward the counter in the kitchen part of the room. I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

The usual assortment of makeup and "girl stuff" cluttered the vanity. A basket with colorful beads of (I supposed) bubble bath rested on the top of the toilet tank. Marnie's need to pee reminded me that I had to go, as well. I got out of my clothes and stood over the bowl.

I was shaking off the last drops before I noticed that the seat was up. I hadn't had to lift it. 'Strange,' I thought. 'Most women insist that the seat is left down for them.'

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to the shower. I was soaping up when there was a knock on the door. I peeked around the shower curtain as she opened the door. "Hey, do you want a drink?" she asked me.

"That sounds good. What do you have?" I said, letting the curtain fall back in place. I scrubbed my belly and cock as she told me she had whiskey, rum and beer.

"What kind of beer?"

"I have Bud and a couple of Corona's," she said.

"I'm a Bud man. That will hit the spot." She didn't mention wine. In my experience, most girls always have some kind of wine around.

I peeked out again and saw that she had left the door open. I rinsed my crotch and turned my back to the spray to wet my hair down. "Here you go," Marnie's voice sounded closer. I wiped the water from my eyes and saw that she was holding a beer inside the curtain.

I took it and thanked her. She leaned forward and her head appeared in the gap. It was a little disconcerting, but I really didn't care if she peeped at my nudity. I just smiled at her and her eyes went to my crotch before she looked back at me and returned the smile. My cock twitched. I decided I probably wouldn't be sleeping on the uncomfortable couch.

She left and closed the door again. I finished the shower and half the beer before I got out and dried off. It was only then that I realized I'd forgotten to bring any fresh shorts or any clothes at all. 'Well,' I shrugged, 'she already saw e naked. I guess seeing me in a towel is no big deal.' I wrapped the towel around my waist and tucked the corner in.

Back in the living room, Marnie was sitting at the foot of the couch bed and flipping through the TV channels. She had a glass containing something amber colored. Sitting the way she was, the shirt she wore had ridden up quite a way. I caught a glimpse of red panties. I went around to my bag where I had set it on the other side of the bed. I pulled out a pair of boxers and glanced up at her. My cock was about half hard because of the flash of panties.

She was sitting with her back to me. Deciding not to make an issue of it, I pulled the towel off and was stepping into the shorts when she asked me, "Hey, have you seen this one? It's a great movie." I glanced up and she had turned her head. She was looking at my cock as I finished pulling the shorts up. My semi-erection was threatening to totally embarrass me.

I looked at the screen. It was a classic cult film from the '70's. "Oh, yeah," I said. "I doubt there's anybody over the age of sixteen who hasn't seen it. She had turned back to watch the screen. I had to adjust my package because her blatant peeking was turning me on. Fortunately, I was still at half mast. I picked up the beer and went to sit beside her.

We watched, commenting on the movie for a few minutes. Marnie drained her glass and asked me if I wanted another beer. "No, thanks," I said. I'm really beat. I'll just crawl into bed. You don't have to turn the TV off. I sleep with mine on all the time." She went to make herself another drink and I slid under the sheet. While I was in the shower she had provided me with two pillows. I lay back and sighed.

I closed my eyes and listened to the dialog in the movie. I felt Marnie's weight press the foot of my bed down again. When the star uttered his famous line, we both chimed right in. We had a laugh at that. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me as she laughed along.

She stood and came around to the side of the couch. Setting her glass on the end table, she reclined next to me, leaning on the back of the couch. "Do you mind? My back is killing me."

"Hey, it's your house, your couch. I'm just a...a..." I couldn't think of the right word. If I said I was a guest, it might give the whole thing the wrong connotation. After all, a 'guest' doesn't usually get intimate with his hostess.

"You're a friend, silly," she said. "And we're having a sleepover." With that, she scooted back, bent her legs up and slipped under the covers next to me. She wiggled until she was lying up against me. She turned her head and I put my arm around her and under her neck. She made a little contented sound and turned her head a little bit more into my chest. I could feel her breath on my nipple and it puckered up with glee. My cock resumed stiffening and she put her hand on my stomach.

We stayed like that and watched the last fifteen minutes of the movie. When she lifted her head and reached for the remote I took the opportunity to pull my tingling arm back. "Oh, God, but this couch sucks as a bed. I usually only make my mom sleep on it when she comes to visit. She's a real bitch, but I need to stay on her good side as much as I can. Making her sleep here is about the only way I can retaliate."

She looked at me and asked with a twinkle in her eye, "Do you snore?"

I gave her my stock reply. "I don't think so. When I stay awake to see, I never have." She poked me in the ribs and then took my hand, sliding out from under the covers again. She clicked the TV into silence and dropped the remote on the couch.

"Come on. We can sleep in my bed." So I waited until she was on her feet and facing away before I got out. My boxers were fairly tented out. Her room was done in frills and pastels colors. Typical female stuff -- plush animals lined up on a shelf and bottles of perfume and that kind of stuff on the dressing table.

When she went to the other side of the bed and turned the blankets down I tried to get under without her seeing my erection but she made that contented sound again so I doubted I was successful. 'Oh well,' I thought. 'If things go where they seem to be, it won't matter in a few minutes.'

She again moved next to me but this time turned her back to me. "Spoon me, Paul. It's been a while since I've felt a man snuggled up to my back." I almost asked her how long it had been since a man snuggled up to her front, but held my tongue. I pushed my cock up so it was against my belly and moved in to her. I laid my arm over her middle and buried my face in her hair. She used some kind of floral shampoo.

She sat up, pulled the tee shirt up and off, and slid back down. She pushed her ass back against me and took my hand. When she moved it up just under her tits my cock twitched. She let out a little giggle and wriggled her butt. Then she put my hand right on her tit and pressed it tightly to her. I took advantage and kneaded the roundness and felt her nipple harden.

She turned her head toward me. "Kiss me, Paul," she said quietly. It was almost a whisper, but it was husky. I leaned forward and our lips met. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and writhed against mine. I pushed my cock against her ass. Without breaking the kiss, she extricated her body enough to turn over so we were facing. Her hand slid down my belly and into my shorts. She gripped my cock and squeezed it hard. She hummed into my mouth in appreciation.

She pulled her head back and moved her mouth down to my nipple. She sucked at it and gave it a light bite that was like a bolt of electricity that moved down to my already drooling prick. She moved lower still until, with a tug, she pulled my boxers down below my crotch.

Her lips surrounded my cock and she sucked it gently. My God, but she was good! I was so turned on by then I came in just a couple of minutes. She continued to suck and swallow until my last throb. Then she moved back up to me and kissed me again. I tasted my semen and felt it still on her tongue and in the little recesses around it.

When she broke the kiss again, she looked at me seriously. I wasn't sure what she was going to say, but it was obviously important. "Was that good, Paul? Was it as good as any other girl has done for you?"

"Marnie, it was incredible! Nobody has ever...reached into me and pulled that kind of feeling out of me. I loved it!" I meant every bit of it and more. My words couldn't convey the depth of my appreciation. All I could do was shake my head and knead her tits. She arched her back and pushed them harder into my hands. She kissed me again, tenderly. It was a kiss like lovers gave each other; lovers who had been together a long time. Yet it felt right.

She was almost young enough to be my daughter but she had caused me to pop off like an unschooled teenager. Not only that but I had remained nearly as hard after my climax. Her hands had never left my cock while we spoke.

But then she seemed to pull back, even though she still continued to fondle me. I was ready to go farther and I had thought she would be as well. I frowned and asked her what was wrong.

Then she did release me and she slid away to face me, that serious look on her face still. "I have to tell you something," she said quietly. 'Uh-oh,' I thought. 'Here it comes -- AIDS, herpes, cancer -- something dire, at any rate.' I took a breath and waited.




Road Trip '82



She turned away then and she seemed to be trying to find a way to say whatever it was. "I'm a...I'm a...fraud." Her voice was barely audible. I couldn't understand what she could mean. I put my hand on her bare, shapely shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "You might be sorry you did this, Paul."

"What the hell are you talking about? No woman has ever made me feel like that, Marnie. No woman has ever made me this hot...ever! I'd like to show you how much I mean that if you'll let me. Please let e return the favor."

That's just it, Paul." Her voice was a little bit stronger then. "No woman has ever made you feel like that." I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, but I was determined to give as good as I'd gotten. I slid up behind her and slid my hand down her belly and under the elastic of her panties.

Suddenly I froze. I had found out what she meant. Where I'd expected to find a dripping pussy I found an erect, though thin and short, penis! My mind was in turmoil. So much so, that I didn't realize that I was squeezing and stroking it. With a groan, Marnie squirted several globs of hot semen all over herself and my hand.

I released "her" cock and sat up, staring at her smooth back. "She" was a transsexual! I didn't know what it was I was feeling right then. I was repulsed, but my cock was still hard. I unconsciously wiped the goo from my hand on the sheets between us. Then I realized Marnie was crying. Her shoulders shook with sobs and she punctuated it with an occasional sniff.

I slipped out of bed, my boxers falling unheeded to the floor. My cock bobbed in front of me as I hurried to the bathroom. I peeled a length of tissue from the roll and went back to the bedroom. I went to my knees on her side and handed her the tissue. She took it and wiped her eyes before blowing her nose. I looked at her very feminine features. It was incredible that such a face could belong to a man. But the evidence was right there in front of me.

"Th--thank you," she said. She sounded as if she had come down with a cold and she blew her nose again. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine. I lowered my head to try to see them but she evaded my gaze. I took her chin in my hand gently and forced her to look up. She kept blinking rapidly, as if she could keep to herself that way.

"I guess I should have told you at the start. Usually men somehow figure it out anyway. You were probably just too tired, though." She was making confetti out of the unused end of the tissue.

I looked away. I'd never considered having sex with another male. Oh, my friend and I had messed around a little bit when I was eight or nine, but we never really did anything. Now I'd just enjoyed the best blow job of my life -- and a man had given it to me! A man with incredibly great tits and a great ass, but it was still a man.

It had to be wrong. It had to be some kind of...perversion. But, if that were the case, why had it felt so good that I wanted her to do it again? Why was my cock still -- even then -- standing at full attention? Marnie cleared her throat. "You can still sleep here...I mean on the couch. I wouldn't blame you if you just got dressed and slept in your car. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't let you know before it went so far. I just needed to feel your arms around me. I needed to feel your hard, got cock in my hand and mouth."

Watching her as she spoke I came to a decision. I stood up and she sobbed again. She buried her face in her pillow and her crying became muffled. Instead of picking up my underwear and fleeing I simply walked around the bed and resumed my position. When I slid up against Marnie's round ass I felt the wet spot I'd left when I wiped my hand.

She stiffened until she felt my hand on her tit and my kiss on the back of her neck. Then she jumped and twisted her head and torso around to stare wide-eyed at me. "What..." she started, but I silenced her with a kiss. My tongue snaked out and explored her teeth and the inside of her cheeks. The taste was of her crying but it didn't matter. Whatever kind of creature she was, she deserved to be cared about and she deserved to be caressed.

She turned the rest of her body to me then. Her panties were still stuck down, under her balls. She had no pubic hair that I could feel. Her flaccid penis came up against my hard one. It began to stiffen again. It definitely felt weird, but I knew it was all right then. Her arms went around me and I rolled to my back, taking her with me. Her legs fell to the side so that she was straddling my hips. We kissed again and again. She rocked her cock against mine and moaned. My hands slid down her back to her ass and squeezed. She groaned.

She raised up on her arms and I pulled her up so I could suck on her tits and their thick nipples. They were real, not implants. She must have been on the hormones quite a while. I figured that was why her cock was so small. In a way, I realized that I was disappointed it wasn't bigger. Weird, eh? But that's the way it was.

I rolled us over again and moved down her body. I took her little dick into my mouth and proceeded to give my first ever blow job. I found it to be somehow liberating. I sucked and nibbled it. I sucked her small testicles into my mouth, one at a time. I licked behind her sac, just the way I love a woman to do to me. Then, deciding to go the distance, I pushed her legs apart and her knees up. It opened her to me. I licked lower. I tongued and probed her puckered ass hole. There was not one hair back there, either, for which I was glad.

"Will you fuck me, Paul?" she whispered, pulling my head tight against her anus.

"Of course I will," I said. "I'd love it." She reached into the nightstand and brought out a tube of lube and a condom. We applied them to their proper places and I pressed the slick head of my sheathed cock against her. She opened easily and I slipped into her hot channel. She sighed deeply and I slid in farther. I pulled back and pushed in all the way. Our lips met again and I began...

When the rays of the morning sun woke me I sat up and looked around. I was alone. I stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I got close, I heard the shower running. I entered the steamy room and took a piss. I remembered seeing the seat up the night before and I smiled. I shook my head and grinned at myself. Then I slipped into the shower behind Marnie and pressed up against her back. One hand went to her tit and the other cupped her diminutive package. She turned her wet face to me and we kissed again.

I left her there that morning. She had tears in her eyes and my own heart was heavy. I couldn't stay and I couldn't take her with me. I supposed we could have made it a secret. But if she was right, and other men could tell what she was easily, I couldn't afford the scandal. She had told me that she was unwilling to have the "final cut" -- at least so far. I understood that.

I've done a lot of pondering on what happened with Marnie. I'm still not attracted to men. I have no secret desire to give a man a blow job. In the year since I met Marnie, I have dated -- and have had sex with -- three great women.

When I masturbate it is to images of women. Marnie has appeared in a couple of dreams, but in them she is totally a woman. I guess that's why I reacted the way I did when she told me her secret. I had thought her a woman. Even after she told me, I continued to think of her as a woman -- but a woman with a dick.

I doubt I'll ever tell another soul about what happened, except for writing it down anonymously this way. It's not that I am ashamed of what happened. It's just that it is something to be kept inside me, safe from the prejudices of the world. Thanks for reading and, I hope, understanding



Road Trip



Nearing the end of a sunny day in mid June somewhere west of Chicago on I-80. As the Ford Flex continued its long journey to Las Vegas she changed the radio from the fading FM channel they had been listening to, over to the music they brought with them. Selecting a sultry tune by Ali Farka Toure and Ry Cooder she shifted in her seat, closed her eyes and felt the sun pour through the window across her sexy body.

He looked over at his wife and considered himself lucky, as he does every day, that she chose him to spend her life with. Dressed in lightweight sundress she exuded sexiness. He enjoyed the long straight highway because he could afford to take his eyes off the road long enough to take in her beauty while driving.

As the song spun a backdrop of smoldering steamy nights related in rhythm, she began to move. First her head moving from side to side, eyes closed and fingers entwined in her hair. They were approaching a tractor trailer so he maneuvered the Flex alongside on the left of the big rig to share with the long haul trucker the sexy view he had been seeing for 18 years. Through the sunroof, he could see that the trucker turned to check out the "seat covers" in the Ford Flex that had been talked about on the CB for the past half an hour. About 10 miles back she had reached under her dress and exposed her lace thong to the driver they passed in the red Kenworth. About 30 miles back she had been leaning over the back seat to get a couple of drinks as they approached the Peterbuilt to pass. He hung the Flex back to allow the driver to look in his rearview and see the magnificent sight of her ass stuck up in the air as she reached for the ice cold water bottles. When she turned around she looked over to see the trucker giving her a wink and tipping his cowboy hat. She didn't understand at first and then the realization caught up with her.

As she began to dance in her seat with the excitement of the anonymous stranger in the next vehicle watching she felt her skin flush with excitement. She moved forward in her seat and turned to catch her husband's attention. It wasn't hard to catch. 

"Want to undo the snaps?" She looked over her shoulder as she asked. He immediately understood that his typically reserved wife was asking if he'd like to unsnap her bra while the trucker looked on.

He didn't say a word as he reached over and felt her bra through the flimsy material of her dress. With a quick pinch the bra strap popped loose and she was able to put on a show for her attentive road neighbor. She seemed as if wiggling out of her bra while seated in a car at 70+ miles an hour were just part of her daily routine. Granted, a very sexy daily routine but it seemed well rehearsed none the less. 

The trucker seemed to enjoy the show. He pulled out his chain wallet and with a practiced hand, slid a crisp single out of it, rolled it tightly and held it with his teeth like an extra long, green cigarette. This simply added to her enjoyment of the attention she was getting. She felt almost as sexy as everyone told her she was.

He figured this trucker had enough of a show and didn't want it to get carried away with the two of them being chased across country. He pushed the accelerator to the floor and let the Flex pull away from the frustrated long haul driver. He'd have to find something else to spend his dollar on.

She was simply glowing from the attention and settled back in her seat with her iPhone to play a game. 

"I think he wanted you." He said. 

"Ya think?" She retorted.

"I'm thinking you've been added to his spank bank." He said through a wicked grin.

As the sun went down and the traffic fell away she decided to have another drink. Not water any longer, she had switched to her Diet Vernors and Crown Royal and was on her third. The whiskey added to her carefree state of mind as well as totally washing away her inhibitions.

The music was changed to a sexy hip hop tune and this rekindled her dancing. As she moved her hips she found his gaze shifting from the road to her once again for a few moments at a time. She decided to turn up the heat since the sun had dropped below the horizon. She slid her skirt up as he worked to pass another vehicle and was distracted from watching her. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her lace thong and quickly slid them off. She wasn't sure if he had noticed or not. 

Once the other cars fell away she acted as if she were stretching and dropped her warm lace panties into his lap. He turned his head and smiled. Then he picked them up, held them to his nose and inhaled her sweet scent. He always enjoyed sniffing her intoxicating scent. She never really understood but found that she gets turned on by watching him breathe in her lusty fragrance.

She slowly raised her dress and spread her legs. She took his hand and moved it to her landing strip of brown hair. She felt his fingers slide up and down her moist lips. As her hips moved forward to press against his hand her nipples stiffened and poked against the material of her thin dress. 

He moved his fingers up and down spreading her lips apart to let her clit show itself as it swelled. Her eyes closed as she slowly began to move her hips. Her hands cupped her breasts as she began to squirm against his fingers more forcefully. 

He shifted in his seat to allow his hardening cock to get to a more comfortable position. She worked hard to move her hips in a way to fuck his fingers.

"Taste it." She said.

He removed his hand from her hot wet pussy and licked her juices from his fingers.

"Mmmmmm"

"Now put them inside me." She demanded'

He placed his hand back between her legs and felt that she was even wetter now. He straightened two of his fingers and pushed them slowly deep inside her. Her legs spread wide as she tipped back her seat to give him better access. Slowly he began to finger fuck her. Rubbing his fingertips across the mound of her G-Spot. She gasped in pleasure as she thrust her hips further to his probing fingers. Her nipples were rock hard and demanded attention of their own. It was amazing that this was all happening at 70 miles an hour with other cars and trucks capable of pulling alongside and watching. She was close to orgasm and decided not to try and hold out any longer. She squeezed her nipples and let the waves of pleasure crash over her. She pulled his hands away because she couldn't take any more.

As she exhaled deeply she looked around the windows to see if anyone was close by. There was another truck about a quarter mile ahead.

"You're not going to keep him locked up the whole trip are you?" She asked.

"You can get him out if you like." He replied.

She unhooked her seatbelt and moved up to her knees on the seat. She bent over and opened his pants. His rock hard cock was straining against his boxers to get some attention. She pulled it loose and gave it a couple of long soft strokes. 

"Mmmm. I think it missed me." She said.

She bent over further and licked the pre-cum off the head of his cock. 

"Mmmmm."

She took it in her mouth and gently sucked the head. She began to bob her head as it moved deeper into her mouth. She worked his pants open wider so the zipper of his jeans wouldn't spoil the ride. When she was in the right mood giving head was a huge turn on for her. She felt her dress move up her back as she sucked his cock. She realized that they would be coming up on the truck soon and her ass was in the air for all to see as her mouth was filled with a rock hard 8" cock. This turned her on even more. She could feel her wet pussy hanging in the breeze as she sucked with more passion. 

He was beginning to move his hips to match her movements. He reached a hand around to feel her ass while she gave him head. She began to stroke his shaft while licking the head like a lolli-pop. She stroked faster and could feel him tighten as he was getting ready to shoot his load in her mouth. She sucked his cock into her mouth and got ready to swallow his cream. His cock twitched and as the cum filled her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as she captured his load and swallowed. She stroked his cock and sucked hard to milk every drop of it. When she was sure he was done she sat up.

She looked up to see the trucker smiling down on her after seeing her cootch and ass sticking up while she finished off her man.

"What do you say we get off the highway and find a room for the night?" He asked.

"I'm thinking the same thing. I need a drink, and bed and your cock in my pussy. In that order."



Road Trip



Brent was happy to finally get the chance to be away for a few days. His wife had certainly changed over the last few years. She used to be sexually adventurous but no more.... Straight 'slam bam thank you ma'am' and that was even more and more rare lately. He missed the pure sexual passion he enjoyed with a woman when he was single or even newly married. He had decided that he would risk an affair if the opportunity presented itself in the next few days. If he resided in a bigger center he probably already would have, but living as he did in a town of 1500 people didn't really offer the opportunity for secret liaisons - everyone knew everything about everyone. He even had to take special precautions when he went online to play with women on the internet. People where he lived are prone to just show up at other people's homes unannounced. It would appear 'curious' if Brent answered the door all flushed with a major hard on..... Today though, was a chance to get away alone for 3 days. 

He was going to a city about 200 miles away to take some training for work, with any luck one of the women he had been playing online with would get a chance to come to his hotel room...he had brought his laptop to chat when he got there..... His only concern now was the weather, it was the worst part of the winter, and he hoped that he wouldn't get snowed in without even making it to the city. 

Nothing it seemed could take the joy out of Brent's heart or the excitement out of his loins. He was due into the city at about 5:30pm. He'd have a shower and go online and see who was willing to come and play for real. He was excited and had a difficult time keeping speed down, staying just over the speed limit when 'BANG' a horrible sound came out of the engine. His car drifted to a stop with steam pouring out from under the hood. 

Brent's heart sank. "Damn, I can't believe it." He muttered. 

His first thought was not of the car but the time he was going to miss in the city. He wasn't even going to try to see what he could do about the car. It was still under warranty so he pulled out his cell phone and called AMA right away. He told them approximately where he was and reminded them it was 50 miles from nowhere, and that it was very cold out. 

They appreciated his predicament but informed him the closest tow truck was over an hour away. He would have to do his best to stay warm while he waited. Brent put on his coat and settled in for a long cold wait. Almost no traffic was out on this secondary road today, probably because of the cold. 

A few cars went by but nobody even slowed down when they went sailing by him, rocking his car with the wash as they whined by. 

He had been there only about 15 minutes when he started to feel the temperature. His feet were the first to get cold, and his toes were already starting to ache. He knew he'd be completely frozen in the hour that he was told it would take the tow truck to get to him. He decided that he'd have to get a passing vehicle to stop and wait with him or give him a ride to the city. 

Brent zipped his coat up tighter, opened the door and stepped out into the frigid air. Raising the car's hood - the universal trouble signal, he stood beside his car waiting for someone to come down the road. 

It was less than five minutes later that he saw a semi truck approaching. He raised both his hands as a signal and as the truck went by he saw brake lights and the truck moved to the side of the road. It took about 60 yards for the truck to stop. Brent ran up to it stepped up to the passenger door and opened it. 

The warmth of the cab was welcome as he quickly climbed in to the heat. He took his first look at the driver of the truck. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a woman. A beautiful woman at that. She was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, jeans and running shoes. Her long hair fell down her back in a shower. 

She smiled at him, "Trouble?" 

"Yes, damn cold out there I'll tell you. My car died about 45 minutes ago and I'm about numb." 

"I would think so." 

"I've called for a tow truck and it won't be here for at least a half hour. Can I get a ride to the city, or have you got time to wait until the tuck gets here?" 

"Well I do have a schedule to keep. I can give you a lift though. Do you know where they are taking your car?" 

"Yeah, they told me the dealership it was going to." 

"Ok good, let's roll then", she replied as she slipped the truck into gear and started to move ahead. She was soon up to highway speed. 

Once she had finished shifting gears, she turned to Brent, reached out her hand and said, "I'm Kris by the way." 

Brent took her hand, and answered, "Nice to meet you Kris, I'm Brent." 

"Oh, you're hands are freezing!" she said. "I've got the heat turned as high as it will go in this thing; I hope you're warming up." 

"Yes, it's great, thanks. I thought I was going to freeze to death. I'm ok now except my hands and feet." 

"Well take your shoes off, the heat will get to them sooner." 

"Ok, thanks." Brent replied as he slipped of his shoes and slid his feet into the heat from the blower. 

"No problem, make yourself comfortable, we have about an hour and a half to get to the city." Kris responded. To be honest it's nice to have some company for a change. I haven't had anyone to talk to except waitresses for six days." 

"I've never picked up a hitchhiker before actually," she continued glancing at Brent, 

"I've been warned against it, there's lots of freaks out there. You're not a serial killer or pervert are you" she giggled. 

"Not a serial killer for sure......define pervert" Brent answered with a chuckle. 

"Ha ha..... I see", she smiled to herself. "So Brent the pervert is it?" 

"Not lately", Brent answered. 

They slipped easily into a conversation of their home lives, each of them disappointing. Brent proceeded to tell her all about his passionless marriage and that this trip was to provide the opportunity for him to experience passion again.

She in turn told him about her present lack of involvement due to her work. He discovered that she spent twenty five days a month away from home. Most nights were spent in her rig, which she explained was her 'true' home. 

"Well it looks comfortable," Brent noted as he turned to look into the sleeper behind them. 

"It is...go ahead and take a look if you want." 

"Ok" Brent replied as he slipped out of his seat and through the entrance of the sleeper. 

He felt a distinct transition as he moved from the mechanical cab with all its buttons and dials, into this space which was defiantly a woman's space. 

The blankets were a soft pink and the pictures fastened to the walls were defiantly feminine. 

There was a small TV/VCR built into the storage rack at the foot of the bed that he imagined she watched chick flicks on. He noticed a woman's magazine laying on the nightstand, and then was slightly intrigued when he saw a pair of panties carelessly tossed on the floor. 

A strange woman's panties would interest any man. Wait, they weren't panties but on closer inspection - a thong. He immediately imagined this beautiful woman in a thong...the thought aroused him. 

"So, what do you think' Kris asked. 

"Very nice, you must be quite comfortable in there - TV and everything." Brent said as he sat back down in the passenger seat. 

"Yep, and there's beer in the little fridge - party central", she laughed. 

Looking ahead down the road Brent noticed brake lights and cars pulled over "What is going on up there" Brent asked. 

Kris started to gear down as they approached the traffic stopped on the road. 

"Don't know, accident maybe." 

They came to a stop in the line of cars and trucks. Kris switched on her CB and keyed the mic. She asked if anyone knew what was stopping traffic. The response came back that there was an avalanche on the road ahead about 2 miles. The best estimate was 4-5 hours before the road would be open again. 

"Great....", Kris moaned. 

They happened to be only a couple of hundred yards from a rest area, so Kris slipped the truck into gear and maneuvered her way to the entrance and was able to find a spot to park alongside the other trucks. 

"Well," Kris sighed, "Looks like we're here for a while." 

"I guess so. So much for my wild night in the city" he replied with a frown.

Kris felt a pang of sympathy for Brent. 

"Well we aren't in the city, but remember -This IS 'Party Central' she responded with a smile. "I'll grab us a beer." 

Kris slipped out of her seat and climbed through the opening into the sleeper. 

Brent turned to watch her pass and as she bent over the bed to reach into the little fridge he stared at her tight little ass. It was gorgeous. And, he noticed, no panty line. She must be wearing another thong he surmised - her jeans were so tight that had she been wearing panties, he surely would have seen the tell tale lines. 

"Here you go" Kris stated as she handed Brent a beer and sitting facing him on the side of her seat. 

"Thank-you, and thanks again for picking me up out there. I wish the damn car hadn't broken down though - I would have likely made it past where the avalanche is." 

"Hmmm maybe so.....but then I would have been stuck here on my own. It's nice to have some company - although you are an admitted pervert..." she laughed. 

"Ahhhh like I said though, it's been a while since I've been able to practice - not by choice however. Besides, you never did define pervert" he added. 

"Hmmm true..." she said as her eyes drifted to the ceiling in as she considered his question. "Not an easy question to answer really...... I suppose 'pervert' is subjective. What some might consider perverted, others consider a turn on." 

"Exactly. My wife considers all but straight 'man on top' sex a perversion." 

"Really! Well that's perverted in its own way", Kris stated then took a long drink of her beer. 

"My sentiments exactly", Brent answered then took a drink and added, "So what do you consider perverted ..... You know....... just to have another woman's perspective", he smiled. 

Kris seemed reflective, carefully phrasing her answer. "Well, it depends on my mood actually. Sometimes, when in the heat of the moment ......you know....when things are getting.....'involved' .......things seem less perverted" Kris answered with a shy smirk. 

"Ha ha...", Brent responded with a smile, "Well put....even if it was evasive." 

"Well a lady needs a few secrets", Kris grinned. 

"Hmmmm, I suppose. Hey are you finding it getting colder in here" 

"Yes actually, but I'm not surprised, when this rig idles it doesn't give lots of heat. I'll put on the electric heater back in the bunk - should help" 

"Ok. Boy you're set up with about everything. Question though - what about a washroom" 

"Nope - sorry. There is one over there though", she pointed at a building on the edge of the rest stop." 

"Ok, I better go out then. This beer is going right through me." 

"Ok, I'll try to warm this place up while you are gone". 

Brent slipped out of the cab and into the cold. He raced across the parking lot to the washroom. He was back to the truck in a few minutes. 

He climbed into the passenger seat, and closed the door. Kris was no longer in the driver's seat. He turned and saw her in the bunk, again reaching into the fridge. "Another beer" 

"Please". 

"I turned on the electric heater back here. C'mon back." 

Brent could definitely not refuse that offer. Kris was sitting up on the bed with her pink comforter tucked up to her chin. She was obviously cold as well. He climbed onto the bed and sat up beside her, there was no other option - thankfully. Brent took the beer Kris offered. 

"Thanks. And it is quite a bit warmer back here." He added removing his coat. 

"Want to watch a movie or something" Kris asked. 

"Ummm define 'Something'", Brent grinned. 

"Oh, you're bad! .... Oh that's right you ARE a pervert." She laughed, "Pick a movie!" she stated in pretend authority. 

"Ok, ok....geez.... Where do you keep them" 

"Under the TV in the cupboard" 

Brent opened the cupboard and reviewed the titles. He really didn't care what they watched; he just wanted to get back onto the bed with Kris. He grabbed one that sounded interesting and slipped it into the VCR. He turned back and climbed along the bed back to sit/lay beside Kris. 

"You warm enough now Kris asked. 

"Yeah it's warm enough in here, but I can't shake this chill." 

"Here, c'mon", Kris said as she lifted the blanket for him to climb under with her." 

"MMmmmm nice" Brent sighed as he snuggled under the blanket with Kris. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. He was so close to this gorgeous woman, but there had been no real contact between them yet. He was no fool though; no woman would let a man lay on a bed with her without there being a good chance that she would have sex with him. However, until they were being very intimate there was still the chance that she would call it off. He felt that he needed be forward, but not forceful. 

Brent was watching, but not paying any attention to the movie, he was getting hornier by the minute as he considered his situation. He couldn't resist any longer and subtly moved his arm under the blanket as he took a drink of his beer. His arm gently lay against Kris's, which she didn't move away. Taking this as a positive sign, Brent reached out his hand and laid it on hers. 

"This is very nice", he told her. 

"Mmmmm. It is." She replied, "You know what" 

"What" 

"I'm starting to get the 'things seeming less perverted' feeling", she said with a smile, turning her face toward him. 

Brent leaned toward Kris and met her lips with his. They held a passionate kiss, their tongues probing each other's mouths. Brent lightly sucked on Kris's tongue, she fully turned toward him wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him toward her. 

She gently broke her kiss and leaning toward his ear whispered, "How much of a hurry are you to get to the city If you want, we could stay here all night..... would that fulfill some of your 'passionate desires'" 

"Mmmmm, I'd love to, but I have quite a few desires....... Are you wanting to fulfill them", he responded. 

"If you are willing to fulfill mine.....", she whispered as she nibbled on his ear. 

"I'd love to." He whispered in response, "Name a desire, and I'll gladly fulfill it." 

"Hmmmm......probably a lot like yours." She continued to nibble his ear and lick his neck. "You say you miss passion You're tired of 'wham bam thank-you ma'am' The most passionate thing to me is foreplay. I like to build and build first...." 

"MMMmmmmmmm, I love that", Brent responded and then whispered in her ear, "I want to make you so hot you are begging to cum. I want to tease and tease you....nibble you, caress you, lick you, .... I want to excite you to the most extreme height of passion you can imagine..... I want to excite you mentally, visually, physically....in every way..." 

Brent's hands roamed over Kris's back pulling her to him, his hands gently massaged her shoulders under her long flowing hair, and down her back to the gentle swell of her hips. He leaned down kissing and lightly licking her neck and throat. 

"Mmmmm", she moaned and ran her fingers through Brent's hair, "That feels so good." 

Brent continued kissing, nibbling and licking down Kris's throat to the top of her chest. With one hand on her back he used his free hand to start on the buttons of her shirt. Loosening the first button, his lips touched her chest with soft gentle kisses. Releasing the next button he kissed the top of her breasts, which were still constricted by her lacy white bra. As he kissed Kris's chest and partially exposed breasts he felt her heart racing and her breath shortening.... beginning to show her excitement. He felt his own excitement too. His quickly rising member struggled to grow in his jeans. 

Kris slid down on the bed and Brent followed her - continuing to nibble on her chest and now exposed tummy. Brent nibbled and licked on her tummy as she started to writhe under him. Her shirt was now fully open and her breasts were covered only by her bra. Brent continued down her tummy with kisses. Upon reaching the waistline of her pants, he reached up and unfastened the button. 

Brent loves to undress women, it is one of the sexiest things in the world to him - the joy of exposing more and more soft private flesh with each movement always aroused him. With one hand holding her waistband, he pulled down her zipper very slowly. Following the opening of the zipper with kisses, he nuzzled the tender flesh of her abdomen and continued down to touch his tongue to her panty line. 

Kris was steadily growing in excitement. She almost savagely groped at Brent's pants, feverishly unfastening his belt, button and zipper. She wanted his cock - now. Brent felt the relief on his member as she loosened his pants. As soon as she had his zipper down he feels his cock, now released, growing to its full length. 

Kris reached up, taking Brent's pants and slides them down his thighs. He raises one knee, then the other, as Kris slid Brent's pants over his feet and off of him. She raised her hips as she removed Brent's pants as an invitation to him to remove her own. Hooking his thumbs in her waistband he pushed down. The pants slip over her tight sexy bottom and down her legs. As her flesh is exposed he again followed with his tongue and lips - kissing and nibbling her hips, her tender thighs, and down until he pushed the pants over her feet. 

Her socks are next. He slipped them off , then taking each toe in turn he slipped his lips over them, drew them into his mouth and gently sucked on them. Kris immediately went wild. 

"MMmmmmhmm...mmmmMMMMmmMMmm" she moaned as he sucked her toes and licked her feet. 

Leaning up, she pulled her arms out of her shirt as Brent licked and nibbled back up her ankles and calves. Brent reaches for his own shirt, raises himself up to his knees as he pulls it up and over his head. He threw it on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Kris reached out for him, "Come here", she says with a smile taking Brent's arm. She pulled him to the bed beside her - both of them now naked except for their underwear. His fingers traced along her exposed thighs and he feels Kris's excited response as she unconsciously separated her legs as his fingers proceed up her inner thighs. 

"It's getting warm in here now", he grinned. 

"mmmhmmm, almost too warm. If you keep teasing me like that I won't be able to help myself - remember, we have all night...." 

They had each expressed their desire to prolong the excitement, and here they were after only fifteen minutes down to their underwear, both hearts racing and excitement growing rapidly in them both. 

"I know", he said , "I love to tease though", he said as he gave her a light kiss. 

"So it seems", she replied smiling broadly as he nibbled her neck. "Do you know what I'd like right now", Kris asked. 

"I can't imagine"...he smiled......"But whatever it is..... Yes." 

"Hehe... ya nut....Seriously, I'd love a backrub. Sensual ........but it'd let me cool down a bit sexually" 

"Sure.... I'd love to....roll over gorgeous." Brent answered sitting up. 

Kris immediately rolled onto her tummy. 'Mmmmm' Brent thought 'I knew she had on a thong. Gorgeous ass.....mmmMMmm'. 

Brent's hands found the small of Kris's back and he started to gently knead and rub. Slowly he worked his way up her back to her shoulders, then back down. This time as he passed the strap of her bra he deftly squeezed the clasp and it released. As the strap fell away from her back Brent focused a gently rubbing of Kris's skin where the bra strap had been. He continued to run his hands down her back to the top strap of her thong. Slipping over it he continued down to her tailbone. Kris was quietly moaning in appreciation to Brent's massage and the moans became subtly higher in pitch 




Road Trip



as he ran his hands over the perfect mounds of her bum. 

Brent was an 'ass' man and massaging Kris's bum was, despite her obvious pleasure, more of a turn on for him than her. He was mesmerized by the sexy swell of her ass and the firm and soft feel of her flesh. If his cock was hard before it was supremely hard now. He leaned down and gave Kris's ass a light kiss and a gentle nibble, first one cheek, then the other. Then tracing the string of her thong, he first kissed then slid the tip of his tongue from her tailbone down to the cleavage of her cheeks. Slightly separating them while he massaged, he continued down to lick between the cheeks of her bum. 

Kris was thoroughly enjoying this attention and raised her hips presenting her ass to him. Taking the strings of the thong from her hips, he slipped it down her legs, then as she raised each knee in turn he slipped the thong off of her. This was the sexiest sight he could remember, Kris was laid out on the bed, now completely naked with her ass up and inviting him. 

Brent knelt behind her again and as he resumed his backrub on the swell of her hips he lowered his face to her sexy bum. He licked and sucked down the line of her ass almost to the tightly puckered hole. Then, after a deliberate pause of 3-4 seconds, he slid his hot wet tongue over her rosebud. Kris jumped and whined in pleasure as he licked then deliberately tickled her sphincter with the tip of his tongue. She pushed her ass back against his tongue and he slipped just the tip of it through the tight ring of her bum. 

"Ahhhhhh MMMMMMmmmmm ah ah AH!", she moaned as Brent touched ever so little into her tight little bum with his tongue. 

Kris reached back and placing her hands on his, spread her ass farther inviting him to slip more of his tongue into her ass. With a final long wet lick across her ass, Brent gently backed away from her gorgeous bum and proceeded to massage up her back again. 

With a whimper, Kris lowered her bum and relaxed again as Brent massaged up to her shoulders and neck. He nibbled on her neck and then lowered himself down onto her back. His cock, fully engorged but still restricted in his underwear, laid neatly between the cheeks of Kris's ass. 

He nibbled up her neck to her ear and whispered, "Told you I was a pervert." 

"Mmmmm, you are.....and I love it." She whispered back, squeezing his cock with her ass cheeks. "Nobody has ever licked my ass before.....it's fantastic. Do it some more Please" 

"Later..... I promise. Someone was getting way too excited......", Brent teased. 

"Mmmm, I was wasn't I.......And....", she made a deliberate squeeze with her cheeks on his cock, "so was someone else." 

"Mmmmm, that's right.... Your bum is a serious turn on for me." Brent responded. "I'll love sliding my tongue way inside it...MMmmmm", he added with a slight press of his hips sliding his cock along her ass. 

"MmmmmMMM. I can't wait." She purred. "Do you like anal sex" she asked. 

"I'm sure I would If I ever get to do it. I'm obsessed with the prospect. A few women have let me try, but I've never been able to get it in." he admitted as he rose off of her to lay beside her. 

"Really", she said turning to face him, "I've done it, a long time ago....I liked it. But my last boyfriend thought it was "sick - only for queers', so I haven't done it for a long time." 

Smiling at Brent she added, "I'd love to let you tonight." She winked at him, " The trick is lots of lube and a willing partner.... And baby you've got me willing." 

A coy smile spread across Kris's face, and reached into a bedside closet, "And, in so far as 'lubricant', there should be some in here", she giggled as she handed Brent a shoebox. 

Brent looked inside and realized that this was Kris's 'toy box'. He grinned at Kris, who giggled with a look of excitement with a slight blush of embarrassment. 

Brent excitedly rummaged through the box. He loved toys, but his wife had not allowed them at home for years, much to his displeasure. 

"Yep there's some lubricant in here", Brent stated with a grin as he withdrew a large tube of flavoured oil from the box. He noticed that about a third of the lubricant was gone. "And some other 'interesting' things." 

"Well.....", Kris grinned as she blushed, " .....a girl has needs, you know." 

"I know.........I noticed", he replied with a smile. "Let's just leave this handy - we might want to use these things......" 

"Well we don't have use for 'these' things", Kris replied as she tugged on Brent's underwear. He was on his knees and as Kris lowered his shorts his penis flopped free against her breasts. She leaned forward to slide his underwear down further, and as she slipped them his knees she deftly opened her mouth and inhaled his half erect prick. 

As Kris supported herself on her hands and knees in front of him, Brent reached down and took her hanging breasts in his hands. Brent's cock was rapidly growing as Kris kept it all in her mouth, manipulating it with her tongue. 

"Ahhhhhh mmmMMmm", Brent groaned as Kris kept her lips locked on the root of Brent's cock. 

As she tickled it with her tongue, she allowed it to grow inch by inch down her throat. 

Kris raised one hand from the bed and cupped Brent's balls. With gentle squeezes and kneading of his scrotum, she expertly sucked and licked on Brent's now fully erect cock. She began to slide her lips slowly up and down Brent's throbbing cock. With the lubrication of ample saliva, Kris's lips and tongue were like liquid velvet on Brent's excited cock. 

Moving his hands from Kris's breasts to her sides he indicated to Kris that he wanted her to lay down. As she lay down she reluctantly released his cock from her mouth. 

Kris was laying on her back, Brent, staying on his knees, leaned down and kissed his way down her tummy. His cock was hanging in Kris's face and she resumed her manipulations. Brent continued nibbling and licking his way down her tummy to her pubic swell, lightly covered with will trimmed hair. As he continued lower with his lips and tongue Kris spread her legs to allow him access to her pussy. Brent licked down her inner thighs teasing her with his proximity to her itching pussy. The aroma of her womanhood aroused Brent and unable to delay any longer he slipped his tongue into Kris's slippery pussy. 

"MMMMMMmmmmm", Kris groaned as she thrust her pussy out to him. 

Her guttural moan on his cock was very exciting to Brent. He could feel her starting to hump her mound against his face as he licked along her slit, then alternately slid his tongue deep inside and tickled her clit with his tongue. 

She was now sucking very hard on his cock and humping against him passionately after only a few minutes of his licking and sucking her pussy. He raised his hips to remove his cock from her mouth, while slowing his action on her slit. 

"Now, now...." he scolded "......We're not getting too excited again, are we" he teased. 

"Oh, Gawd! - Yes!!" 

"Don't we want to 'build and build'....." 

"It sounded good then....I'm so hot now...... I need to cum!!", she whined as she thrust her pussy against him deliberately. 

"Well, I love to tease, so I think I'll hold you off for a bit yet......You haven't begged enough yet..." he replied 

Reaching beside him, he fumbled in the 'toy box' and withdrew something that had interested him. It had a battery pack with two cords coming out of it. On the end of each cord was a little bullet shaped vibrator about as big around as his thumb, and half it's length. 

He was still on top of her in the '69' postion and he slid his elbows into the crook of Kris's knees, he eased her legs back. Her ass was gently raised from the bed, and as he continued to tease her little pussy with light licks, her asshole was exposed to him. 

"Mmmmm" Kris moaned in anticipation knowing Brent would lick her ass now too, as well as her pussy. 

Taking slightly longer licks now, Brent slipped his tongue again over her pussy moving closer to her fully exposed 

rosebud. 

Kris squealed in ecstasy as he finally took a long lick from her clit right down to, and over, her asshole. 

Kris was instantly moaning and bucking against Brent's tongue. He allowed her only a few licks before he backed off yet again, against Kris's obvious objections. 

Brent took one of the little bullets and squeezed some of the lubricant onto it. He also squeezed some onto Kris's puckered little asshole and massaged it, to her vocal appreciation. 

Lowering his cock to Kris's eager mouth again and she swallowed it completely. As Kris sucked on his cock, Brent rested the little bullet against her slippery little hole. Taking Kris's clit between his lips he sucked and she again began to moan. Sensing her growing anticipation, he started the tip of the toy into her ass, then with a hard suck on her clit, slipped the little toy in. It slid in easily, only the little string of a cord showed out of her tight little bum. 

Brent now eased Kris's excitement by moving from her sensitive clit and began to lightly lick her pussy. 

While he playfully ran his tongue along her very wet slit he realized that Kris was following his lead with the toy. 

He felt her fingers gently slide over his tight hole as she took long deep sucks on his rigid cock. Her fingers were slick and cool with lubricant as she erotically smeared it over his anus. He felt her finger move away from his excited tight ring, soon replaced by what he knew was the other little bullet. 

He instinctively pressed back against it and Kris, with a light scrape with her teeth, dragged her mouth off of his twitching cock, then, with a pause, she swallowed it again as she slipped the toy into his ass. 

He could barely feel the little toy in his ass, but the eroticism of it was extremely exciting to him - he began hump his cock eagerly between Kris's hungry lips. Kris too began to hump her pussy against Brent's now very eager tongue, matching his thrusting into her mouth. They were both getting more and more aroused and the foreplay was going to have to end - they were too eager now to hold back any longer. They were both desperate to fuck. 

With a last long deep lick along Kris's pussy, Brent raised himself up from Kris, simultaneously drawing his cock from between her eager lips as she lowered her legs from behind his arms. Brent turned and laid beside Kris, and with the passion he almost forgot he had, drew her close to him as they kissed in supreme arousal. 

Kris, eager to feel Brent's cock inside her, rolled over and climbed onto of him. Holding their kiss, Kris maneuvered her pussy down his tummy until she felt the tip of his cock touch the sensitive skin of her pussy lips. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as she simultaneously lifted up and back - sitting down forcefully on his cock. 

A deep moan escaped both of them as Kris's pussy swallowed Brent's hard cock. She gyrated on it for a few seconds as they tagged their tongues in each other's mouth, then Kris began to rhythmically ride up and down on Brent's cock with long sure movements. 

Brent reached for Kris's ass, and as she rode him with increasing tempo his hands found her cheeks. With eager squeezes and firm clutches, he assisted her in riding her slick pussy along his twitching cock. 

Kris, now nearly oblivious to anything except the sexual pleasure and tension building in her loins, raised herself to her hands and knees, almost savagely driving her pussy down onto Brent's cock with frantic thrusts of her hips - a sporadic and steady groaning escaped her throat as she drove herself desperately toward orgasm. 

Brent sensed her nearing release and fumbled on the bed for the control for the toys that were in his and Kris's ass. 

Clutching the control, he made it ready in his hand as he thrust his cock hard and deep into Kris as she met his strokes with her own. Brent sensed Kris getting closer and closer to orgasm - her breath was getting quick and was punctuated with sharp squeals of excitement. He knew he was too nearing orgasm. He lifted his ass off the bed to give them both the utmost pleasure and penetration - Kris screamed in excitement as she felt the tip of Brent's cock thrust hard against her womb. 

Brent was almost at the point of no return, the physical pleasure that Kris's pussy was exerting on his cock was nearly matched by the erotic view that Kris presented. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and concentration and her face was drawn into the tension of sexual pleasure - her breasts bounced in rhythm with her now frantic gyrations. 

Brent knew this was the time. 

He flicked the switch on the control of the toys. Instantly he felt the warm buzzing in his ass. Instantly too, Kris gasped in pleasure. 

"AHHhhhh, uh uh uhhhhhhh", escaped her as she ground her ass down on Brent. 

Kris felt the vibration of the toy in her ass, coupled with the same vibration of Brent's cock in her now dripping wet pussy. That was it!!!! Her orgasm arrived with a furry. 

"I' M cuumMMMMING!!!" she squealed as she humped less frantically and more deliberately on Brent's cock. With hard sure thrusts, her wet twitching pussy swallowed his cock again and again. 

"Cum for me, cover me with your juices" Brent managed to say just as his own orgasm hit. 

"I'm gonna CUM!" he moaned. 

"Yyyesss" cum in me, cu-um in me...I wa-ant to feel your cum", Kris whispered in broken response. 

"MMMmmmm, YESSssss," she continued, "I can feel your cock squirting inside me - fill my pussy with your cum..." 

Waves of pleasure rolled over Kris as spurt after spurt of cum gushed into her from Brent's twitching cock. 

She squeezed her pussy down on him as her orgasm rolled on and on...relishing the sensation of Brent's pulsing vibrating cock in her as her ass was gently warmed by the vibrator. 

Slowly the sensations subsided to warmth in their loins. Brent still clutching the control slowed down vibration of the toys, then turned them off. 

"That was fantastic!", he managed to say after Kris lay back down on him, the skin of her breasts damp with sweat from exertion and excitement. 

"Mmmmmm, I came so HARD!", she told him as she laid her head on his chest. 

"I know... It put me over the top.....You cum good!.... And you look so sexy when you cum...." 

"Hehe...really ... 

"Mmmhmm...... , very", Brent replied and then kissed the top of her head, in response she turned her head and gave Brent a light kiss on his chest. 

They laid quietly in the afterglow, regaining their breath and composure for a few long moments. 

Kris, gently stirring, broke the silence, "I think it's my turn to head over to the bathroom" she commented as she gently rose off of Brent. 

"I'll be right back.....", she smiled as she stood. "Hehe....I guess I won't need this", she giggled as she reached back and taking firm hold of its cord, slipped the little bullet out of her bum. 

She quickly slipped into a pair of jogging pants and shoes then threw a coat around her. She zipped the coat up to her chin and slipped out of the cab. 

As the cold air from the open door hit Brent naked on the bed, the urge his him as well. He too stood and slipped the toy out of his ass. Throwing on his clothes, he also slipped out and headed to the washroom. 

After racing to and from the washroom, Brent returned to the truck, quickly opened the passenger door, and slipped through it to get out of the cold. He shed his clothes and slipped under the covers of the still warm bed. 

Kris was not far behind him and as she came through the door of the truck, she promptly got undressed and joined Brent under the covers. 

"Man its so cold out there....Warm me up" she said as she snuggled into Brent. 

"I know, .... Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey." Brent replied, pulling Kris close. 

"Well," she grinned, "It seems that you're not a monkey, not a brass one anyway" she giggled as she reached out and began to fondle Brent's privates. 

"MMMmmm, nope....guess not" he replied. "But keeping with the animal analogies - Wanna fuck like bunnies" 

"MMmmHmmm, lets....." she agreed, already feeling Brent's cock starting to grow in her hand. 

Having Brent becoming aroused in her hand relights the passion that is residing within her. She begins to subtly rub her pubic mound against Brent's leg in rhythm with her stroking of his swelling cock. His cock is growing quickly, a reflection of Kris's skill at stroking his cock. She too is showing physical signs of her arousal. Brent can feel the wetness of her juices on his leg as she humps firmly against it. 

"When was the last time you masturbated" she asks bluntly. 

"Ummmm..........a few days ago", he answers, surprised at the question. "You" 

"The day before yesterday", she replies. "Does your wife know you jerk off" 

"No, and she wouldn't like it" 

"The she probably wouldn't like me jerking you off then either...." She giggles. 

"No, probably not. Do you use your toys most of the time when you play" 

"Mmmhmmm...... " 

"I'd love to see you play. Would you let me watch for a bit" he asks, feeling his cock twitch at the prospect. Watching a woman play with herself is one of Brent's favorite sexual turn-ons. 

"Hmmm.....would you like that" 

"mmmhmmm, I'd love to watch you use your toys" 

"Well...ok, if you'd like to watch." Kris responds as she flips the covers off, and moves to the side of the bed. 

Taking a long pink toy from the box she smiles at Brent and proceeds to give him the show he desires. Kris turns her back to him and keeping herself propped on her knees, lowers her head and shoulders onto the bed. She is presenting her ass and pussy to Brent from only 2 feet away. He can smell the musky fragrance of her sex, and it is a huge turn on for him. 

She plays at teasing him. Her sexy ass raised in the air, she wiggles it seductively and slides her fingers over her glistening slit. Kris can feel Brent's eyes riveted on her ass and she hears his excited breathing as she slides the toy slowly over her clit and lips....then as a special treat for Brent she teases the little brown rosebud of her ass with the tip of the toy. 

Brent is overcome with the pure eroticism of her play and can't help but to take his cock in his hand. His stroking is almost an unconscious reflex as he is riveted on Kris's play. He watches in pure sexual excitement as Kris turns the base of the vibrator causing it to emit a slight buzz then slides the tip of it slowly along the lips of her pussy. 

Up and down her pussy she runs the tip of the vibrator, then she maneuvers the toy so the tip is spreading her lips. She pauses, then, with a sure practiced stroke slips the toy deep into her wet pussy. 

"mmmMMmm" escapes her lips as the vibrator slips into her. She begins to ride the toy in her hand and Brent can hear the wet sexy sounds of Kris's play over the light buzz of the toy and her light moans. 

Brent has a fantastic view and is becoming very aroused. He reaches for the lubricant and squeezes some onto his hand. Again taking his cock in his hand he begins to stroke it again. His hand, now covered in lubricant feels even better on his now raging cock as he strokes totally enthralled by Kris's show. 

Kris, while continuing to slide the toy in and out of her pussy with one hand, has found the lubricant with the other. As Brent watches, mesmerized, she raises the tube of lubricant over her ass and squeezes out a long stream between her cheeks. Now dropping the tube on the bed, she runs her fingers through it over the tight ring of her asshole. 

Kris turns little circles inside her pussy with the toy with one hand, the fingers of the other continue to caress her bum. She wiggles the tip of a finger on her puckered hole, and then deliberately slides the finger into her ass. 




Road Trip



"MMmmmm" they both moan, Kris from the sensation, Brent from the view. 

This, happening only inches from Brent's stare excites him greatly, and Kris knows it. She can hear his excited breathing and the increased 'slap slap' of his hand on his cock. 

She is aroused by her own actions and by knowing how aroused she is making Brent, she has the desire to feel his cock and her toy inside her at the same time. 

She starts to slide her finger in and out of her bum and looks over her shoulder at Brent. She urges him, "Come fuck my ass". 

"MMmmmm, Gladly." 

He squeezes a bit more lube onto his cock and then places himself behind Kris on his knees. 

Taking his cock in his hand he slides the tip of it down the crack of her bum, until he feels it touch the little pucker of Kris's asshole. 

He holds his cock there as Kris ever so slightly wiggles her ass against him. 

Kris, leaving the toy buzzing inside her pussy, reaches back and taking a cheek in each hand spreads her ass, and starts to push her ass back on Brent's cock. 

Brent can feel the pressure of Kris's well lubricated ass against his also slippery cock. He feels the tightness of her ass start to open up for him. He can feel the tight ring as it dilates allowing the first half of his cockhead inside her. Kris steadily and slowly continues to push back. Brent feels the tight ring of her ass slowly, surely, accepting the head of his cock. Then, with a quick sure push from Kris, they feel the head of his cock slip past her sphincter muscle - into her ass. 

Kris pauses for a moment, to get accustomed to the feeling of Brent's cock in her bum, then with a sure steady motion pushes back and swallows the full length of Brent's cock inside her. 

Brent is in ecstasy. As Kris's tight ass snuggly grips his entire cock he feels the toy, still buried in her pussy, erotically buzzing along the length of his excited hard cock. Kris holds her ass still growing accustomed to Brent's cock. 

She takes the toy in her hand again, and as she holds his cock tightly in her ass, she begins to stroke the toy in and out and out of her quivering pussy. 

After only a few moments of Kris's play with her toy, Brent feels her begin to relax and her grip on his throbbing cock softens. He has resisted the urge to withdraw and thrust into her ass over and over as long as he can stand. 

As she becomes more involved with her toy he slowly starts to slide his cock, inch by inch, out of her ass. He stops with just the head of his throbbing member inside her and then begins to stroke his lubricated tool back inside Kris's tight ass. He feels her tense up from the pressure of his hard thick cock slipping into her ass again, but he also feels her begin to push back against him - welcoming the sensation of having both her holes filled. 

"Ahhhh", she moans in pain and pleasure as he fills her ass with his hard cock. The pain, although real, is not a totally unpleasant sensation. She feels it slowly give way to the pleasure deep inside her, and as Brent now thrusts more forcefully into her, she bucks harder against him - matching his thrusts with her own. 

She presses the toy deep inside herself now, as deep as Brent's cock is thrusting into her ass. Taking one of the pillows from the bed above her head, she places it under her hips and lowers herself unto it. She has relinquished all control of the situation and begins to relish the feeling of Brent now strongly pounding his cock over and over into her ass. She is a willing if less active participant and as Brent's balls slap against her on each stroke, she turns small circles with the toy inside her excited pussy. 

Kris hears Brent's excited breathing behind her. She senses from his excited quickening humping of her ass, that he is near cumming. She raises her ass slightly and presses back. Brent's hands take her ass and spread her cheeks, providing incredible, deep, penetration. 

"Cu-um for me", she urges as his excited fucking of her ass breaks her speech, "Cum dee-eep in my a-ass". 

"Aa-ahhh.... I'm gunna cum....cum in your ass", he manages to say between clenched teeth. 

With a deep thrust, he slams his cock deep into Kris's ass and releases a strong spurt of cum up inside her. She feels Brent abruptly stop his movements and then the pulse of his cock as it releases wad after wad of cum inside her ass. 

The pure sexual eroticism of it sends her over the top, and she feels her own orgasm come crashing down on her. Waves of pleasure and release wash over her. 

"AHhhhhHHH, ughhh, uh uh" she squeals. 

The twitching squeezes of her orgasm on Brent's cock is the most fantastic sensation he has ever experienced, and as Kris moans in pleasure he holds his cock deep deep inside her as she continues to rock against her toy and his cock. 

Completely spent from their climaxes, they crash onto the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, sweat and cum. Not a word escapes either one of them for several minutes as they regain their breath and lay exhausted in the afterglow.



Road Trip



Somewhere in central Ohio, I looked over at my sexy little sub as she stares out the passenger window at the landscape streaming by. She has her wavy brown hair down over her shoulders, covering the spaghetti strap tank top she is wearing. An appropriate summer complement, the flowery, loose miniskirt covers only part of her muscular legs. Not even breaking five feet tall, she comfortably has her legs crossed in her seat. I place my hand on her exposed thigh. Her skin is smooth and warm as I expect her entire lower body to be because I had instructed her to make sure she was smooth shaven before we left the hotel this morning.

She looks at me, and we exchange smiles. She lays her hand on mine, and I turn my head back to the road. There are not many cars on this stretch of highway, so I start looking for a place to pull over that is close to the dense brush that lines the road. Finding a suitable area, I slow down, and start to ease the car to side of the road.

"Sir, why are you stopping?" My sub asks.

"Put your shoes on," I respond directly.

"Yes, Sir." My sub obeys instantly, and begins to slide her feet into the tennis shoes on the floor. 

When the car stops, I remove the keys, get out, and walk around to the rear passenger side door while my sub laces up her shoes. I pull out a small string bag that I had ready for the occasion. Lying next to it are my sub's collar and leash. With her shoes on and tied, she gets out of the car, shuts the door, and faces me awaiting direction.

"Turn around," I tell her. She does.

I reach over her, placing the collar on her neck, and snap it closed underneath her hair on the back of her neck. I then affix the leash to the D-ring on the front of her collar. I swing the bag onto my back, grab the end of the leash, and say, "Walk with me." I lock the car, and we begin down the grassy slope toward the trees.

I lead her into the trees through a small opening. I hold a thick branch of leaves up high for her. The area is very densely wooded, and I cannot see through to another road or establishment. I pull a bright red cloth out of my pocket and hang it on the branch to mark where we entered. I only have a couple of those, but I plan on walking a good distance. I lead her on through the trees, trying to avoid fallen branches that she might trip on. I constantly look back to make sure I can still see the red cloth. When it begins to look very small, I stop and hang an orange one. We change direction, and walk another 50 feet or so. Looking back, I can see the orange cloth, but it is small. I tell my sub to stop, and I remove her leash. She waits obediently for her next instruction.

"Put your hands up," I say. She raises her arms straight over her head. I grab the bottom of her tank top, and pull it up over her head and off her arms. I hang it high on the tree next to us. She puts her hands down, and her exposed breasts fall just a little bit. I enjoy the view for a moment as she stands topless before me. She gives me a small, naughty grin. She has always been very uneasy about being undressed outdoors, but it appears that her apprehension is making it all the more fun. I restrain myself from groping her right now. We will be having plenty of fun soon.

I attach her leash and command, "Let's go," as I give a tug on her leash. I keep track of the faded green top as we move. As it begins to get smaller, I find a good tree for our next marker. I motion for her stop, and she does. I grab her hips, and pull her close to me. I look down into her eyes, as I search for what I want. I locate the zipper on the side of her skirt and open it. I slide it down her legs, and she steps out. I stand and hang the white length of cloth on the branch.

I reach around her and plant my hand firmly on her bare ass and give it a good squeeze. "Good girl," I say, taking note of the black and white lace thong I had instructed that she wear this morning. Seeing her so exposed has gotten me noticeably aroused. She looks down at the bulge in my shorts, and smiles broadly. She loves to see that she is pleasing me. She reaches out and rubs my cock through my shorts, but I smack her hand away.

"Were you given permission to touch my cock?" I ask.

"No, Sir," she says quietly, but still with her naughty grin. I know she wants to be punished, and she certainly will be.

"Walk," I command, and I pull her leash. The trees become slightly less dense as we walk, so we can go a bit farther from our last marker. Every time I look back, I make sure to glance down at my sub, watching her tits bounce as she hops over the uneven ground. Her strong legs look long and sexy with nothing to cover them. It is getting exceedingly hard for me to resist, so I make her stop.

"It looks like this will be our last checkpoint," I say, and she preempts me. She slides her fingers under the string of her thong, and slips it down over her tennis shoes. She stands up and holds the scanty piece of cloth out in front of her. I take it from her, grabbing the white, silky crotch. It is soaked through. She smiles at me proudly as I hang it on the nearest branch. I slide my hand down her abs to her smooth pussy. I rub her gently making sure she was thorough in her shaving this morning. "Good girl," I say as I pull her leash up toward me bringing her face to mine, and I kiss her firmly. I dip my middle finger between her smooth lips feelings her wetness. I drag my finger up over her clit getting small moan from her. I break the kiss, and lick my finger. "Delicious," I say. She beams proudly again.

"Come," I say as I lead her to our final destination. I scan the trees in front of us for the right one. I see a good one, and divert our path. The large beech tree is thick enough so that she could not wrap her hands all the way around, and its smooth bark makes it ideal for my plans. I lead her to the tree and tell her, "Put you hands high on the tree, spread your legs, and bend over." She complies, and I give her a good smack on her tight, round ass as I walk behind her. I drop the bag off my shoulders, and kneel down behind her. I look up to admire the view. With her legs spread wide, I can see the drops of wetness squeezing out between her lips. Her leash dangles from her neck, and she keeps her head facing forward like a good sub. I dig around in the bag, and find a length of rope. I stand and grab her left hand off the tree. I slide the pre-tied cuff around her wrist. I pass behind the tree and grab her other hand. I pull the rope tight so she is forced to step forward, and her tits are presses up against the tree. I use the loose end of the rope to tie her other wrist tightly, but not painfully.

I slide my left hand up her arm, across her back and down the other arm as I move behind her, and press her against the tree with my body. My hard cock, desperate for attention presses into the small of her back. I reach my right hand up to her neck and brush her hair back behind her shoulder. I lean down to give her a soft, sensual kiss on the neck, and I detach the leash from her collar.

I step away and go back to the bag. I put down the leash and pull out a small rubber ball gag. I go back to her and command, "Open your mouth." She complies. I shove ball into her mouth and attach the ends behind her head.

"We don't want to be attracting too much attention when you scream, now do we?" I whisper in her hear.

"uh. huh," is all I get, which I assume to mean, "No, Sir."

I step back and admire my specimen. Her strong shoulders pulled tight across the breadth of the tree, her round ass pushed out away from the tree, opening her pussy for me to see with her legs still spread as she has been commanded. I grab my belt buckle, open it, and pull my belt out of my shorts. She knows the sound, and I can see her tense up in anticipation. 

"You overstepped your bounds a minute ago, my little slut." I tell her while I fold the belt in half. "I know you did it intentionally, and such a thing does not go unnoticed."

I step forward, raise my hand, and bring the broad, cloth belt sharply across her ass. She whimpers and recoils as it stings her cheeks. Just as she relaxes, I bring it down on her ass again, and again, and again. I continue to whip her up and down her ass, watching it grow redder, listening to her whimpers grow louder. I pause and wind up for one more. I bring it down harder than the rest, and she screams and clutches the tree. Her head is turned slightly away from the tree and I can see that her eyes have begun to tear up. I drop the belt and walk up behind her. Gently caressing the abuses areas, I pull her hair aside and kiss her softly on the cheek. "I think you have learned your lesson, my little slut," I say to her. She nods her head slowly. 

I slowly move my right hand off her ass cheek between her legs. As my hand is just underneath her pussy, I feel a drop of warm liquid fall onto my fingers. "So you did enjoy that? You dirty little girl," I growl into her ear. I see a little bit of a smile form in her cheeks, as much as the gag will allow. I pull my hand up into her dripping sex, and easily plunge two fingers inside of her. She is hot and tight, but her excessive juices let my fingers slide smoothly in and out of her. She lets out a long moan as I pump my fingers into her cunt roughly. I pull them out, and wipe her juices on her inner thigh.

I walk back to bag, and pull out her vibrator. I twist the knob to turn it on and let her hear her next form of torture. I step back to her with the vibrator running at full speed in my hand. She becomes very fidgety at this point. She is looking over her shoulder can see me just holding her favorite toy a few feet behind her. She pushes her hips out, beckoning the vibe closer to her waiting sex. I slowly move it toward her. I drag the tip slowly across her sensitive ass cheeks, down her inner thigh, and just around her throbbing pussy. The whole time she chases the vibrations with her sex. When she starts moving too much, I use my free hand to give her a good smack on her ass. She recoils and freezes. "Hold still," I command.

The heat starts getting to me, and I remove my shirt. She relaxes a bit, but keeps her hips where they are. I put the vibrator back up against her inner thigh. She begins to shake, but she does not move her hips. I drag it slowly up toward her sex. Seeing that she is obediently holding still, I put it where she wants it, and I bury the vibrating tip between her wet lips. She lets out a loud moan. "Do you like that, my slut?" I ask. "mmhmmmph," she manages to reply. I put my other hand on her hip, and pull her ass out opening her pussy even more. I quickly slide vibrator up into her hole to get it lubed, then let it down and rest it just under her clit. Her moaning is almost constant now, only broken for her to breathe. She shifts just a little bit, and I pull it back even farther. She starts to chase the vibrator again, so I pull it away and give her a hard smack on her ass.

She whimpers loudly, but no explanation is needed. I put the vibe back into her sex and the moaning starts again. I slowly slide it forward under her clit, until the tip is just vibrating her sensitive love button. I press the vibrator in harder right where she likes, and hold it there. Her moaning has gotten even louder. I move the vibrator back and forth, hitting all sides of her swollen clit. After a few minutes of this, she begins to shake while she fights back an orgasm.

While pressing the vibe even harder into her clit, I ask, "Are you ready to cum, my slut?"

"MMHMMM!" She replies, nodding her head furiously.

"Good, then hold it." I say. She lets out a scream of a whimper. She knows she won't be able to hold out much longer, but if she cums before I give her permission she will be punished even harder this time. Holding the vibe on her clit, I twist the speed back so it is barely vibrating. Her pitiful whimper is even louder this time. I tease her only for a second before I pull it away. A long string of her juices follow the vibrator. Her wetness has gotten me even more aroused. While she clutches the tree, shaking and whimpering, I remove my shorts and boxers, letting my throbbing cock free. She can see me over her shoulder and I hear her moan when she sees my large cock.

"Does my little slut want to be fucked by this huge cock?" I ask.

"Mmmhmm," she whimpers through her gag.

"Good, because this cock has been waiting to pound this tight little pussy."

I step up behind her, and my cock again presses into the small of her back. She pushes out against me. I react immediately to the pressure. I pull back and drop my shaft between her legs. I reach the vibrator around her, turn it back on high, and put it on her clit while I ease my swollen head between her soaking lips. Her juices lube my cock, but her pussy is so tight, I have to force my way in. Once fully buried inside of her, I stop and compose myself, letting her adjust to my size. I start pumping slowly, still holding the vibrator against her clit. I can feel the vibrations in my cock, and it feels incredible. With the other hand on her hip, I start to pump in and out of her even faster. I pump faster and faster until I am slamming into her red ass cheeks with a hard slap on every stroke. Her moans grow louder and more uneven as the sound bounces while I fuck her. 

"Are you going to cum for me, my slut?" I ask as I approach my limit.

"MM-MM—HMMM!!" She moans through her gag.

"Then cum with me!" I shout as I shoot my load deep inside her. She screams as we both clench up, and I bury my cock as deep as I can. I drop the vibrator, and it stops. I lean against her without pulling out of her. I pull the velcro on her gag, and it falls away. I release her wrist restraints and lower her arms down to her body. I wrap my arms around her, my cock still buried, and our mixed juices dripping onto the forest floor. She turns her head toward me, and I kiss her panting mouth.

"I love you," I whisper between gasping breaths. 

"I love you," she whispers back. We hold each other there, hearing only the sound of our own breathing. I slowly pull out of her, and we both sigh with release. She turns around, and I lift her up so she can hold on to me with her arms and legs. Standing there naked, we hold each other as we recover. She drops down, and I open the bag to grab a towel to clean us off. We wipe our juices off each other, collect our things, and I get dressed.

We start walking, holding hands while she wears nothing but tennis shoes and her collar. As we get to each checkpoint, I dress her piece by piece. We emerge from the forest, coming in view of the road. The drivers speeding by probably have no inclination of recent love affair, but this sexy little girl in a miniskirt and a sub's collar would make my mind wander. I open the door for her, and she sits gently on her sore ass. After I put the bag back in the back seat, I get in the drivers seat, start the car, and get back on the road toward home. I lay my hand on her exposed thigh, and she lays her hand on top of mine. After her abuse, she is my special girl, but she leaves her collar on as another reminder along with the ring on her finger that she is mine and mine only.



Road Trip



After a very long day of work, I just wasn't in the mood to go home just yet. Therefore, when I finally got a chance to get out, I left. I decided to go for a ride and before I knew it, I was right around my old stomping grounds. I thought to my self "I am near look out point, the place where as kids we used to hang out when we were on a date", and before I knew it I was pulling into a space looking out at the whole town. I was surprised that there was no one there but then again it was Thursday night and very late, so I turned off my car and watched the glow from the city, relaxing from the horrible day I had.

After a few minutes, I was feeling a bit better. I untied my tie, opened a few buttons of my shirt, and was finally started to relax. As I sat there, I noticed car lights coming up the hill in my mirror. I thought, "OH Shit here I am, a 31 year old man sitting at a teeny bopper hang out with the cops coming up the hill." I was relieved when I saw that it was a red convertible and not a police cruiser. I didn't pay any attention at it but couldn't help but look. It was a beautiful car. The kind that every man wishes he could some day own. I was even more surprised at the beautiful woman that was driving the car. She noticed me looking at her and the car when our eyes meet I nodded hello and quickly turn my head hoping she didn't notice me staring too much.

I was just about to leave when I heard her door open. I thought that maybe she has car trouble so I sat back and waited. Not wanting to look stupid, I put my arm up on the seat trying to look cool. She walked around her car and leaned up against her passenger door, and said "hello". I turned my head to see the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She must have been a model she had long blonde hair that shined in the moonlight and a body that would be to die for. She was wearing a tight, yellow sundress that showed her every curve. After stuttering a bit I finally was able to say hello.

"I noticed you looking at my car, do you like it?" she said. 

"It is great" I replied' "I love classic cars." "What kind is it? May I ask?" 

"Well it is a 69 Cadillac, but if you ask my husband it is a big boat.' she said with a giggle. 

"Nonsense" I said, "It is a great car just imagine the stories it could tell."

A devilish smirk came across her face. "Would you like to go for a ride?" she asked. 

"What about your husband? He won't mind?" I asked. 

"Not at all" she said, "He is working late tonight and I really don't want to be home alone." After a quick moment of thought not wanting to sound too excited I graciously accepted.

As we pulled out of the parking spot, I could not help but notice how short the dress of hers was, and what great legs she had. We were out in the middle of nowhere so street lights were far and few between, but that was ok with me since it was a clear night and her body seemed to glow in the moon light. "By the way my name is Joe," I said boyishly. 

"I am Tracy" she replied with a giggle."

Well Tracy, it is a pleasure to meet you" I said.

Once again, she left out a giggle and said, "Well, It might be." As she said that she looked at me with a devilish grin, and caught me starring at her legs." Do you like what you see Joe?" as soon as she said that she slide her dress up her legs to the point it almost was not covering what it should.

"Oh yes" I said as I felt the excitement build in my pants. I tried to hide the bulge but she knew exactly what I was trying to do.

As she steered with her left hand her right hand made it is way to my leg and soon after, up my thigh. She let her hand rub against the bulge in my pants knowing exactly what she was doing. With in a few moments she had my pants all the way undone and my manhood in her hand. "Oh Very nice" She said as her hand worked my tool. I leaned back and let her go. She worked her hand just as I like it, making me harder with each stroke she made. I put my arm around her and let my fingers run though her hair as it blew in the wind, as we drove down the country road we were on. I untied her dress from around the back of her neck; I heard a light moan as it fell down the front of her, exposing the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.

Her nipples hardened with the cool breeze hit her naked breasts. After the job she was doing on my penis I couldn't resist. I slide closer to her across the bench seat. The smooth skin on her neck felt like silk as my lips touched it with each moist kiss. I could hear the slight moans she made as my kisses turned to light sucks on her neck traveling down. My hand caressed her firm breast; I could feel her nipples harden as my fingers rubbed them gently. My kisses moved from her neck to her breasts as her moans became louder as my lips reached her nipples. As my lips sucked each of her nipples, I place my hand between her thighs. My fingers slid up and down her inner thigh as the traveled up to the edge of her dress. When I finally moved my fingers to the place they wanted to be I realized that the panties I though she would be wearing were not there, as my fingers slid directly over her wet pussy. Her moans were getting louder, by now she was still driving down the country road but I had no idea we were passing each car we came upon.

My fingers, eager to explore, opened Tracy's pussy. I slid my finger into her as she let out a gasp of pleasure. I circled her nipple one last time with my tongue then let it trail up to her neck. Her hips started to move with my finger, as I sucked on the back of her neck. "Oh Joe" she moaned as she was tiring to keep the car on the road. "Oh I need to pull over Joe I want you so bad." She said. 

"Find us a spot baby." I replied. I don't think she looked very hard I think she just pulled over. Once we were on the side of the road Tracy wasted no time undoing the rest of my pants, letting my cock out in the cool night air. After a few moments of getting into position, Tracy was on her knees in the driver's seat lowering her mouth on my hard cock. I felt her wet lips wrap around it. I sat back and let her do her magic. It wasn't long before she had me as hard as I ever been.

She must have known I was ready because in one quick move she was up and straddling my lap kissing me passionately. Before I knew it, Tracy lowered her wet pussy down on my hard cock. I felt the warmth of her pussy lowering, my arms wrapped around her waist, as our tongues wrestled with each other. Her pussy slid up and down my cock easily as my hips rose to meet hers. My hand caressed her ass as I started nibbling on her nipples, which she conveniently put in my face. With each nibble, she started moaning louder.

I could feel myself readying to cum when all of a sudden a car was approaching us. Without saying a word, Tracy spun herself around so she could see the car come up the road. She leaned back against me still pushing her cunt down on my ever so hard cock. The car went by and we never skipped a thrust. I put my arms around her and squeezed her wonderful tits, one in each hand. As her moans turned to light screams I started rolling her nipple between my fingers. She started ridding my cock harder as her nipples hardened between my fingertips. Another car was coming toward us from a distance. I slide my hand down her stomach, my finger quickly found her little clit. I started rubbing her clit as she started screaming that she was about to cum. I rubbed her clit in little circles as I felt my cock fill with cum. I knew I couldn't hold back much more. I felt Tracy's cunt tighten around my cock, I knew this was it. My cock exploded as her pussy tightened and milked my juices out. She let out the loudest scream as she melted into my lap. 

We sat there a few moments, her on my lap with my arms wrapped around her. A few cars went by but we didn't pay them any mind. After a few moments Tracy said, "Joe' that was wonderful but I am afraid my husband should be on his way home by now I should get going."

" I think your right." I said. "My wife should be looking for me." The drive back to look out point was I quiet one. I don't think either one of us wanted it to end, but our spouses would be waiting for us. When we got to my car, we kissed and said good-bye hoping that someday our paths would meet again. I watched her leave, as her tail lights disappeared in the night. I took a few deep breaths and started on my way home.

The ride home was very peaceful. All the problems of the day were behind me and I felt like a new man. When I pulled into the driveway I was I bit surprised to see that my wife had just got home, it was late and she usually goes to bed early. "Hi Hun, are you just getting home?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, "I couldn't sleep so I went out for a drive. How was your day?"

I paused a bit and then said, "Very long, I think I am heading right to bed."

"That sounds good to me." She said with a yawn. After we had a drink and talked a bit we both were changed and headed to bed. As we laid there under the covers, my wife turned out the light, and turned to me and said "Good night dear, I love you." With that, she gave me a kiss and out her head down on her pillow. 

I leaned over and kissed her back as I said, "I love you Tracy, Sweet Dreams."



Road Trip



Jeff Chandler closed the front door of what had been his home for the past two years. Sam, his black Labrador frolicked at his side, anxious to jump into the car that was parked in the driveway. When Jeff opened the door, Sam quickly jumped into the back seat. Jeff went around to the driver's side and got in the car. He put his key into the ignition and started the car, noting that she did not appear to be looking out the window as he backed out of the driveway.

Jeff and Linda had been a couple for the past two years. Both had been through divorces a year before they met but Linda was also clinically depressed, a fact which she hid very well until she lost her job about 15 months ago. She hid in the whiskey bottle then and did little more than drink and sleep. 

He arranged for her to get counseling and paid for her hospital stay to dry out. Nothing worked. He didn't like living in a mausoleum with a nearly comatose woman. No hugs, no kisses, no making dinner, no sex, nothing. Finally, he gave her an ultimatum! Straighten out by April 15th, three months from now, or he was leaving. Today was the 16th of April.

He had all his worldly possessions in the trunk of his car. With Sam for company, he was headed West to Las Vegas. He owned a house there that had been rented out but the tenant was about to move, giving him the perfect opportunity to move back in.

With the music of the Oak Ridge Boys in the CD player, he turned onto the highway and set the cruise control. It would be an easy drive. He had already made this trip several times before. 

After driving for a while, he saw the sign for the first rest stop off the highway in Iowa. Although Sam had been sleeping in the back seat, Jeff figured he could use a stretch of the legs and a rest stop didn't sound too bad to him either.

Turning in at the entrance, he steered to the parking area for cars and parked. Turning the car off was Sam's signal to quickly jump to the front seat. Jeff attached the leash to Sam's collar only because it was required. He knew Sam wouldn't cause any trouble or run away. As they got out of the car, another car pulled into the space next to them. Jeff saw a man at the wheel and another person on the other side he thought was a woman.

As he and Sam crossed in front of the car, a woman with red hair got out of the car and slammed the door a little harder than was necessary. Jeff watched as she marched to the building housing the restrooms. His attention was diverted as the other car door slammed. The driver was moving to the rear of the car.

Jeff watched as the driver opened the trunk and removed a blue suitcase, the wheeled kind used by flight attendants. He also removed what appeared to be a makeup case and tossed both of them into the empty parking space next to his car. He then got back into the car, started it, backed out of the space, and drove away. With a slight grin, Jeff waited for the redhead to reappear.

A few minutes later, she came down the walk and stopped.

"That bastard!" she shouted.

She moved to the suitcase, grabbed the handle, then stooped to retrieve the makeup case and moved them both to the sidewalk. Jeff let Sam find his way over to the lady and sniff her knees. When Sam sat at her feet, Jeff started to move towards her.

"Hello."

"Uh, Hello. Is this your dog?"

"Yes. He seems to like you. He doesn't usually sit next to people he doesn't like. His name is Sam."

She bent down to pet the dog on the head.

"Hello, Sam."

"I'm Jeff Chandler. It seems you're in a spot of bother."

"I guess so. I didn't expect him to just leave me stranded."

"Come on over to the bench and have a seat while you gather your thoughts."

"Thanks, I think I will."

"My name is Diane Foster." She said, offering her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Diane." 

"Just for curiosities sake, why did he run off while you were in the restroom?"

"We were having a fight about the reason for our trip. He wanted to go to Vegas so we could get married and I told him I just wanted to go for the vacation. It's not that I disliked him, I just don't want to get married- period. I've been there and I'm not going back."

"I understand that attitude, Diane. I wouldn't want to get married again either. So now what are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure. I've never been in this situation before. I'm not sure of my options. I'm sure there's a way out of this somehow but I don't know how."

"As I see it, you basically have three options."

"Three? Really?"

"Sure. First, you can go to the pay phone and call 911. You ask for the State Police and tell them you're stranded here. They'll probably offer you a ride to the nearest town with a motel and drop you there. I'm not sure how long it will take them to get here because it will depend on what else is going on. You may have to wait a few hours for your ride."

"That doesn't sound so great. What's option two?"

"Option Two would be to call someone you know and ask them to come and get you. Is that a viable option?"

"No. I don't have any friends or relatives in this area. Both of my daughters live in San Diego and I don't have any real friends that would drive this far to get me."

"Option Three is relatively dangerous, I think. If you're brave enough, you could ask one of the folks who stop here for a ride to the nearest town or perhaps to where ever they might be headed, in other words, hitchhike. I wouldn't ask the truckers if I were you as they would probably want something in return if they are even allowed to have a passenger."

"Sorry, I'm not that brave. There's no guarantee that I would be treated well by a trucker. I've heard too many stories about women ending up dead. Do you really think I could hitch a ride safely with a random traveler?" 

"Sure. You'll just have to be careful in choosing the right stranger. Some of us are stranger than most."

"I hear that. Oh, Jeff, I've never been exactly the bravest person in the group but this really scares me to death. Maybe that 911 call isn't such a bad idea."

"Well, Sam and I are also going to Las Vegas. Actually, We're moving there. If you want to take the risk, you could ride with us. Sam seems to think you're a nice person and he's a pretty good judge of character. Your only risk would be in trusting me."

"You seem like a nice guy, Jeff, but what proof do I have that you're really as nice as you appear?"

"Good question. We are going to Las Vegas at a leisurely pace, which means stopping in hotels or motels along the way. If you can afford it, you can get your own room. Otherwise, you'll have to room with us. Since we're travelling with a dog, we'll have to accept what ever accommodations the place has to offer."

"That means we may get a room with two beds or one bed. I don't wear pajamas to sleep in so if that bothers you, you can look the other way, sneak into bed after the lights get turned off, or sleep in the bathtub, your choice."

"I guarantee that I won't rape you or hurt you in any way but you have only my word for that. If things get too intense, you could always call 911 when we stop."

"I guess I can live with that, Jeff. Thanks for being honest with me. For the record, I don't have enough for a separate room so we'll have to play it by ear."

"Ok, but I'm not exactly in your league when it comes to looks so I'd appreciate it if you would try not to laugh if and when you see me naked. Will you sit here with Sam while I use the restroom? Then we'll put your things in the trunk and head on down the road."

"Ok, I'll wait here and I promise not to laugh." 

Five minutes later they put her things in Jeff's trunk, let Sam into the back seat, and got in the car. 

"Here's to another adventure, Sam. We've got a lady here now so we'll be three for dinner."

Two hours later, Jeff pulled off the highway for gas and lunch. They ate at a small restaurant and fed and walked Sam before heading on. Halfway thru the afternoon, they stopped at another rest stop to let Sam run for a bit, then continued on until nearly 5:30. Jeff saw a sign for a Hilton hotel at the next exit and indicated they would stop there for the night. Diane cheerfully agreed.

Diane and Sam stayed in the car while Jeff registered, asking for a room on the ground floor to make it easier to walk Sam. He also requested a room with a king-sized bed. Both of his requests were granted and he was given two keys and directions to the room.

"We're in luck." he said, as he got back into the car. 

"We have a room on the ground floor in the back so it will be easy to walk Sam. Unfortunately, it has only one bed but it's king-size. On the bright side, they have a full service restaurant and a pool with a hot tub. I presume you packed a swim suit."

"Wow! Sounds great! Yes, in fact, I even bought a new one for this trip. I haven't had the nerve to wear it yet." Diane replied, with a genuine smile on her face, Jeff noticed. A few minutes later, they were parked in front of their door.

"I suppose you need both of your cases, Diane?"

"I can get them, Jeff. You take care of Sam and your own luggage."

Dinner was a pleasant affair and Jeff just signed the check, charging it to the room. They agreed during dinner that the pool looked like a good option. Diane changed into her bikini while Jeff took Sam for a walk. When he opened the door, he was shocked. Her bikini left almost nothing to the imagination.

"Wow! Are you sure you want to wear that in public?"

"Of course. I think it looks good, don't you?"

"Absolutely! I've just never been this close to a woman who wore so little without being naked."

"Thank you for the complement! It does cover all the required parts, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but just barely. Give me a minute and I'll get my suit on."

Jeff began to undress in front of Diane as tho she wasn't in the room. When his pants came down, Diane could see that she definitely had an effect on him. Jeff deliberately took his time getting into his board shorts style suit and tying the lacing at his waist. He grabbed two towels and the room key then opened the door for Diane to precede him. He wanted to watch that fine ass wiggle as they made their way to the pool.

Their time in the pool was very relaxing. They didn't touch but stayed rather close to each other, especially as others joined them. An hour later, Jeff suggested they return to the room as he wanted to get an early start in the morning. Diane agreed and climbed the pool ladder, swinging her hips right in front of his nose.

In the room, they showered separately, although Diane came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. Jeff mimiced her actions but then dropped his towel to dress and take Sam for his nightly walk. Diane grinned as Jeff revealed his manhood to her once again but didn't otherwise say anything.

When Jeff and Sam returned, Diane was already in the bed with the covers up to her neck. Jeff proceeded to undress, laying his clothes out for the morning, then turned off the light.

"Goodnight, Diane, sleep well."

"You too, Jeff, pleasant dreams."

Jeff sleepily opened his eyes without moving. He saw that it was only 6 am but he felt a hot weight on his back. Turning his head, he realized that a naked Diane was lying against him with one arm draped lightly across his waist. As his senses awoke, he realized that her tits were against his back and her pussy was spooned against his ass. What a way to wake up!

Diane was beginning to wake up and her lips lightly brushed the back of his neck.

"Is this ok, Jeff?" she whispered.

"Absolutely!" he replied. 

"Will you roll over and hold me for awhile, please?"

Jeff began to roll towards her without answering and she rolled away from him. When his arm came around her waist, she grabbed his hand and held it to her breast. He heard her sigh as she pressed backwards into him. His cock was pressed to the crack of her ass. Now it was his turn to kiss the back of her neck. She sighed again and pressed his hand harder to her breast.

After a short time, Diane turned toward Jeff and kissed him on the mouth. He returned her kiss with his cock throbbing against her pussy lips. Diane moaned as she pressed against him. She finally broke the kiss and opened her eyes, staring into his blue eyes.

"You are so lovely to wake up with, Jeff. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Diane. Any time at all."

"My stomach is growling. Could we get up and get some breakfast, please?"

"Sure. I'll have to walk and feed Sam first. I'll just throw some clothes on and you can take your time while we're out, ok?"

"Yes, thank you, that would be great. I'll need a minute to arrange my makeup."

"You don't need makeup to look good for me, Diane."

Jeff leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth and Diane wrapped her arms around his head as she returned the kiss. Jeff got off the bed and Diane got a good luck at his manhood standing out proudly. She sucked in a breath as she watched Jeff walk across the room to his clothes. 

She sat up and let the blanket slip down revealing her breasts to his view. Jeff's eyes lit up at the sight of her partial nudity and Diane arched her back slightly, showing off her small but sensitive tits.

Sam was prancing at the door so Jeff could do no more then grin at the sight of the woman before grabbing the leash. He carefully shut the door and whistled loudly to Sam as they started across the driveway to the grassy area beyong it.

"Sammy, that lady is driving me nuts! You sure know how to pick 'em, boy, you sure do!"

Twenty minutes later, Jeff knocked at the door before pushing it open. Diane was sitting in the chair brushing her hair. She grinned widely as they came in and Sam bounded across the room to her. She hugged the dog and petted him warmly while Jeff got his food dish out. In five minutes, they were ready to go down to breakfast.

Breakfast was a series of sexual innuendos, sly smiles, and touches. Their relationship was blossoming faster than they imagined but neither of them wanted to put on the brakes. Everything seemed to happen in just the right way at just the right time, at least so far.

Tuesday was almost a carbon copy of Monday. They stopped every two hours or so to let Sam out. At each stop, they engages in a little more touching and kissing. During the drive, they explained their respective pasts to each other. Although their lives were very different, Jeff didn't find anything in what she said that would bother him. She seemed to take what he said in stride as well, asking polite questions without judging him.

Tuesday night was almost a repeat of Monday night. When Jeff came back from walking Sam, she was already naked and in bed, covered up to her neck. When he got into bed, Diane was lying on her back.

"Jeff, could I have a goodnight kiss, please?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

Jeff moved to her side and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. As he did so, she slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Their mouths met, each of them slightly open, and the kiss began in earnest. Jeff lay partially on top of Diane with her tits pressed against his chest and his thigh slipping between her legs.

Diane thrust her hip upward to harden the contact with his leg and moaned in his mouth as the kiss deepened. when Jeff finally broke the kiss, he moved his head backward just a little and looked her in the eye.

"Does that meet with your approval, Madam?"

"Oh, yes Sir, it surely does. May I have another one in the morning, please?"

"Whenever you are ready, Diane, whenever you are ready."

Jeff gently removed himself from her body and noted that she sighed as he did so. He suspected that she didn't really want him to leave but he didn't want to push her. When he rolled over onto his side, facing away from her, he was happy to discover that she moved towards him and butted herself up against his back. Jeff smiled a slow smile as he drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning, he felt her hand on his chest, gently scratching. He rolled onto his back and raised him arm to encircle her.

"Shhh. Let me do this for you." she whispered.

Her hand slid down his belly and grasped his hardening cock. She began to move her hand back and forth, increasing the strength of her grasp slightly with each movement. Jeff began to wiggle his hips slightly as his cock continued to harden under her touch. She switched hands and continued to rub his cock with her left hand while her right hand now fondled his balls.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's great."

"Shhhh. Just enjoy." she admonished.

Her head dipped down and she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. The warmth of her cavity was almost more than Jeff could stand. Diane began to move her hands and her mouth in concert, caressing his cock and balls as she sucked the head into her mouth.

Jeff reached over to fondle her ass and Diane wiggled her hips. When his fingers touched her ass hole, she moaned loudly with her mouth full of his cock. With one finger in her asshole, Jeff began to pull her to him but she resisted.

She was on fire! Her pussy was dripping and her ass was being caressed by his fingers and she had his hard cock in her hands and mouth. God, she was a brazen bitch, she thought.

Jeff's cock grew larger and stiffer as she continued to suck and caress it. His hips began to gyrate. She sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth until she almost gagged when the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.

She took the cock out of her mouth to catch a breath before continuing with her actions.

"Diane, I'm going to cum."

She nodded her head and grasped his cock even harder. In the next moment, Jeff unleashed a stream of his hot cum into her waiting mouth. Diane swallowed quickly and held his cock in her mouth waiting for the next shot. After the third shot of cum, she relaxed her hold on him and let his now limp cock slip from her hot, wet mouth.

"That was a fantastic, sweetheart. You're the first one ever to do that to me. Incredible!"

"Really? I though all men liked having their cocks sucked."

"Like it, yes, but having it successfully performed is a whole new experience for me. Why didn't you let me take care of you as well?"

"I wanted this to be a thank you for helping me out of a tight spot. Next time you can take care of me. For right now, can we get some real breakfast? I'm starving!"

"Ok, then, let's get dressed. I'll take Sam out for a short walk and then we'll head down to the breakfast room."

He got off the bed and offered his hand to her. She took his hand to steady herself as she stood up and found herself pulled into his embrace. She quickly opened her mouth to deeply kiss him while his hands caressed her ass cheeks. My, what a way to wake up! And she still hadn't been fucked properly!

Wednesday passed the same way as the previous days. Stops to let Sam run, lunch for all of them, then finally pulling into a hotel in St. George, Utah, for their final night on the road. Diane's mind was filled with the expectations of this night. She was completely taken with Jeff and wanted to feel his fat cock deep inside her more than anything.

When they went to dinner, Jeff began a serious conversation.

"We'll be in Las Vegas tomorrow, Diane. Have you given any thought to what you're going to do when we get there?"

"Actually, no, I've been having such a good time with you and Sam that I haven't really thought about it ending."

Jeff saw the scared look in her eyes and the tightening of her posture. He immediately reached over to take her hand.

"Diane, I wasn't talking about ending our relationship."

When she let out a breath and smiled, he continued.

"I meant that there are some things you should consider doing. For instance, do you want to set up a forwarding address for your mail? I also noticed that you have a credit card in your wallet so you'll have to do something with your bank accout, things like that."




Road Trip



"Thank you, Jeff, you had me scared for a minute. I thought you were going to dump me when we got to where ever it is we're going."

"Not hardly, Diane, not by a long shot."

"Whew! So no, I haven't given any thought to those kinds of things. I suppose I should. I bank with Chase and I have online access so that shouldn't be a problem, should it? I saw the printer in your trunk so I presume there is a computer somewhere, right?"

"Yes, I have a laptop that I use and I also bank with Chase. All you'll have to do is change your billing address so the credit people know you're now a resident of Nevada. Are there any other things you should look after?"

"Yes, actually. As I mentioned, I lost my job about three months ago and I'm collecting unemployment from the State of Illinois. I'll have to do something about that as well."

"That's easy. They have a website so we can handle that on line as well. What about changing your address? Do you want people to know that you've moved or not?"

"I'm not sure. My exboyfriend, the one who dumped me at the rest stop, could cause some trouble if he found out where I was but there are people, like my daughters, that I would like to continue to get mail from so I guess I"ll have to change my address formally."

"Fine. Don't worry about your ex. If he shows show up, I'll handle him. Calming folks down is my specialty."

"I thought it was just the opposite, Jeff."

"Only in special cases, Diane. Let's order dinner first and then we can organize dessert."

"Oooooh, I like the sound of that. What kind of dessert did you have in mind, Jeff?"

"For starters, you, naked and tied to the bed!"

"Oh, my, I had to ask, didn't I. I'm not sure I can eat now that I know what dessert is!"

"Sorry, little girl, dinner first, then dessert. We have almost all night, except for handling Sam's needs."

After dinner, they walked hand in hand towards their room. As they walked, Diane made sure to keep in contact with her body, swinging her ass to bump into Jeff. Several times, they stopped in the hallway to kiss passionately. When Jeff opened the door, Sam quickly jumped to greet them.

"Jeff, can I have a shower before we start. I would like to be squeaky clean for you."

"Ok, but just this once since I have to walk Sam. From now on, I'll have you just as you are, ok?"

"Yes, dear, just as I am. Thank you."

Jeff took Sam for his walk and deliberately took a long time so as not to rush her. He knocked when they got back and she quickly answered the door. She was dressed in one of his shirts that barely covered her ass and quickly kissed him as the door was closing.

His hands quickly found her ass cheeks and began to massage them, pressing her close to him at the same time. As they kissed, he began to move her backwards towards the bed. When her knees hit the edge of the bed, Jeff pushed her lightly backward, then watched her fall onto the bed.

"This bed doesn't have a headboard so we'll have to tie you up on the honor system."

"What's the honor system?"

"Turn around so your head is near the wall. Now place your hands over your head with the palms flat against the wall. Ok, you're hands are now tied to the bed and you can't move them no matter what I do, understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Allright, move your hands and take that shirt off. I don't want to cut it off you, which is what I would have to do if you were really tied up. I like that shirt."

Diane sat up and pulled the shirt over her head, throwing it to the side. Jeff could only stare in awe at her form! Her tits were small but high on her chest. Her nipples stood out proudly, like little pencil erasers. Her waist curved inward before flaring back out to her hips. Her legs were perfect, and the small tuft of red hair above her pussy lips proved she was a natural redhead. On top of all that, she sat there grinning from ear to ear.

He went to his suitcase and pulled out a white tee shirt. He climbed on the bed to her side and placed the shirt across her eyes, tying it behind her head.

"Ooooh, how wonderful! A blindfold! Oh, Jeff, thank you!"

"Lay down and put your hands back on the wall, Diane. You are now tied and cannot remove your hands from the wall no matter what I do to you, Understand?"

"Yes sir, no matter what you do to me. Ooooh!"

Jeff quickly stripped and began his torture. First, he took the edge of one of the fake flowers that was in the room and began to lightly caress her. As he moved closer and closer to her waiting pussy, she moaned and began to close her legs.

"Keep you legs spread, Diane, or I'll have to tie them as well!"

"Yes, yes, ok, I'll keep them open. Oh, it's so hard."

Again he caressed her thighs, this time passing over her pussy lips. Diane shuddered and moaned as the feather light touch electrified her pussy. Jeff could see the juices beginning to drip from her. He moved upward to her belly and breasts, keeping the touch feather light on her skin. Diane was breathing hard through her mouth.

After circling her face, he retraced his steps down her body. There was a light sheen of sweat on her belly, he noticed, and a slow smile spread across his face. When he got to her pussy, he pressed the flower to her lips. Diane moaned aloud and began to beg.

"Please, Jeff, please fuck me. I want you so bad."

"All in good time, Diane, all in good time."

He began to kiss her, starting from her knees and working up the insides of her thighs. He could feel her shudder as he approached her steaming pussy. With just the edge of his tongue, he licked her pussy from bottom to top, ending with a light flick of his tongue across her already distended clit.

Diane moaned loudly and raised her hips off the bed in an attempt to capture his tongue. Although she kept her hands against the wall, as instructed, her body was gyrating wildly under his touch. 

Jeff kissed her belly and then clamped his mouth down on her right breast. Diane arched her back to feed more of her breast into his mouth. He licked and sucked the hard nipple for several minutes then turned his attention to the other breast. Diane was going crazy under this onslaught.

"Down, girl, keep your heels on the bed or I'll have to tie them down. Easy. that's better."

"Oh, Jeff, please fuck me now, please, please. It's so hard to lay still. I can't wait any longer, I need you inside me now!"

"Soon, Diane, very soon. Just a little more torture." 

Jeff climbed between her outstretched legs and she felt his knees against her thighs. She spread her legs a little wider, expecting him to lay on her hips and enter her. He stopped and began to twist and tease her nipples with both of his hands. Diane moaned again.

"No, no, fuck me. Put that cock inside me. Now! Now!"

Jeff lowered himself and put the edge of his tongue against her pussy lips.

"Give it to me, you bastard, push it in!"

"Soon, Diane, very soon."

"Damn you, Jeff Chandler, fuck me now! You bastard, fuck me deep, fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Jeff shoved his tongue forward, lapping at her pussy lips from bottom to top."

"Like that, Diane, is that what you wanted?"

"Oh, God, you're teasing me!"

He whispered to her between licks of his tongue.

"Is this what you want, Diane? Is it? You kept me at bay this morning, remember? Answer me, Diane."

"Yes, damn you, yes, please, fuck me with that fat cock. Please, Jeff, please!"

Jeff slid two fingers into her dripping pussy and began to lick her clit. Slowly at first, then faster and harder.

"Yes, yes, fuck, fuck, Oh, God, fuck me, fuck me."

Jeff began stroking his fingers in and out of her hot pussy rapidly. Suddenly, he slowed down, causing Diane to protest loudly.

"No, no, don't slow donw, you bastard, fuck me hard."

After six strokes, Jeff resumed his prevous tempo. As Diane's moans increased, he changed his actions yet again. This time, he added yet another finger to his routine.

"What are you doing? Shove it in there! I want to feel it deep inside me, you bastard, fuck me hard!"

While Jeff continued to thrust three fingers into her pussy he added a fourth finger to press into her ass. Then he used his thumb to press and rub her clit. Diane went wild.

"Yes, yes,like that, fuck, fuck, yes, oh, God, yes.! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'mmmmmmmmm cummmminnnnnnggggg."

Diane tightened every muscle in her body, raising herself off the bed so that only her heels and her head still touched it. Her pussy muscles tightened so much that Jeff couldn't move his fingers inside the screaming woman. She held this position for several long moments before dropping, exhausted, back onto the bed.

Jeff removed his fingers from her orifices and moved up her body. Diane grabbed his shoulders and hugged him tightly to her, forgetting that she was "tied" to the wall. For his part, Jeff didn't mind either. When her breathing returned to almost normal, they looked at each other and kissed warmly.

Jeff looked deeply into her eyes when the kiss ended.

"I think we're even now, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Jeff, that was incredible. I've never cum so hard in my life and I still haven't been properly fucked."

"I'm saving that for a homecoming present, Diane. We'll be home tomorrow, if all goes well, and then we'll celebrate the end of our journey."

"Oh, Jeff, that sounds marvelous. Home is such a wonderful word. How long will it take to get there?"

"About six hours, I think. My house is south of town so even after we get to Vegas it will take about another hour thru traffic. Sleep now, sweetheart, we'll try to get an early start in the morning."

"Goodnight, Jeff, and thank you again for a wonderful evening."

"My pleasure, Diane. Pleasant dreams."

Jeff rolled off her and turned away. Diane waited a few moments, then rolled against him, draping her right arm across his waist with her fingers just inches from his now limp cock. She knew she could get a rise out of him in the morning and she was already thinking about how to wake him up.

The next morning, Jeff was the first to wake up. He saw that Diane was resting on her back with her hips just touching his. He turned on his side and slipped his right arm under her neck and extended it around her shoulder. In this position, he could reach either of her nipples with his fingers. Adjusting his cock so it rested on her thigh, he grasped her right nipple with his right hand and her left nipple with his left hand.

Gently rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fore- fingers, he watched her face as she began to react to his stimulation. As he rolled her nipples, she began to moan without opening her eyes. 

"Oh, Jeff, that's feels so marvelous. Harder, baby, pinch them harder. Yes, that's it. Oh, Jeff."

She reached down with her left hand and grasped his already hard cock, squeezing it with her fingers. At her touch, he pinched her nipples harder and she again reacted positively.

When she grabbed at his right arm, Jeff moved his left hand down to the cleft between her legs. Diane moved her legs apart to allow him access to her most sensitive clit. Jeff slid his fingers thru her pussy lips, getting them wet, then began to put gentle pressure on her clit with his now wet fingers.

Diane moaned aloud when he began to press on and rotate her clit. Somehow, he knew just how to manipulate her clit and she was moaning loudly now, on her way to a magnificent orgasm.

"Yes, Jeffy, that's it, rub my clit like that. Oh, yes, harder, baby, faster, yes, yes, yes. Oh, Jeff, I"m going to cum. Yes, here it comes, OH, OH, Yeeeesssssss! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh."

As her orgasm began to peak, Diane held his right arm in a death grip. Surprisingly, she spared his cock but it too was locked in her tight fingers. She arched her back and almost stopped breathing as he took her to new heights of ecstacy. She screamed just as she peaked and almost wrenched his cock off his body. 

It took her a few minutes to climb down from her high and loosen her grip on his various body parts. When she could breath without gasping, she turned to Jeff and kissed him deeply.

"Oh, Jeff, that was mind boggling. Now it's my turn to take care of you. Let me sit on you, Jeff, please. I need to give you as good as you gave me. Please, Jeff, please."

"Climb on, Princess, I can't resist an offer like that."

Diane raised herself up without losing her grip on his cock. She moved her leg over his body and sat up on her knees with his cock just touching the entrance to her pussy. She moved down just a bit and felt the head of his cock invade her pussy lips.

"Oh, God, this is going to hurt. I don't know if I can handle this, Jeff, but I sure want to try."

"I'm not that big, Diane, I'm sure you can handle it. Just sit down, baby, let it slide in slowly."

"Oh, it's big! You liar, it's splitting me! Oh, Jeff, it's so hot, so big, oh, it feels so good. Oh, damn, you're filling me. Oh, my God!"

Diane slowly sat down, inch by inch, and finally had his entire cock inside her hot, wet pussy. With her eyes closed, she began to rock back and forth as Jeff grabbed her tits and began to pinch her nipples. Her face was a mask of pure lust and Jeff thought she never looked more beautiful.

She swayed back and forth, side to side, moving his cock around inside her pussy, feeling it hit her insides in different places as she arched her back then leaned forward. She began to moan and seemed about to lose her balance so Jeff moved his hands down to her waist to assist her balance.

Suddenly, Diane stiffened, arching her back, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream. At the same time, Jeff felt her hot juices pouring over his cock and did his best not to cum just yet. He almost made it until she seemed to cum once again.

His cock poured his cum deep into her hot pussy. In response, Diane cried out and began to fall down on top of him. Jeff held her and slowly let her fall to his chest. For a moment, he was sure she had passed out, then he felt her start to breathe again. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her rib cage expand and contract as she breathed.

Diane began to kiss his shoulder, then his neck, and finally his mouth. It was a long, slow, tender, kiss. She felt his cock starting to slip out of her pussy and she pulled her legs together to keep in inside of her but to no avail. Finally, she rested her torso on her elbows and looked Jeff in the eye.

"Jeff Chandler, I love you. No man has ever taken me to places like you have today. I've never passed out from having an orgasm like I did today. You are so expert at taking care of me that I'm never going to let you go. I love you."

"Wow! And I thought tonight would be the celebration. I think we just moved it up. I love you too, Diane. For a whole bunch of reasons including your sexual prowess. No woman has ever taken care of me the way you have these last three days. I think I'll keep you around as well."

They kissed again and Jeff held Diane on top of him until Sam voiced his opinion of the situation.

"Alright, we'll get up. We need to move on to Vegas anyway."

Jeff rolled Diane off of him and went to where his clothes were on the chair. Diane followed him with her eyes and couldn't hide the grin spreading across her face. She stretched and yawned just as Jeff pulled his pants up.

"So, unless I'm playing with your body, you're bored, is that it? 

"No, of course not, silly. I just feel so wonderful I can't stand it. You're the one who made me feel this way so my disposition is all your fault."

"I'll take that as a compliment, Princess. Sam and I will be back shortly. If you can get dressed, I'll take you out for breakfast when we come back."

"Deal."

After breakfast, the happy trio headed south out of St. George, traveling thru some beautiful country. By midafternoon, Jeff began to watch the horizon closely. As they topped a rise in the road, he suddenly pulled over to the side.

"You said you've never been to Las Vegas, right?"

"Right. I've always wanted to come here but every time I made plans to go, something got in the way. This time it was your cock, I think."

"Don't let that stop you. Look there, that's Las Vegas. It doesn't look like much from here in the daylignt because the magic happens after sundown. Do you see that tall tower with the round thing at the top?"

"Yes, is that a casino?"

"That's the Stratosphere and yes it is a casino as well as a restaurant, shops, and rides at the top of the structure. It marks the north end of the new strip. The other tall structure you see just to the left is Wynn Tower, then Trump Tower, then the Eifel Tower of the Paris Casino, across the street from the Bellagio."

"As I said, after sundown when all the places are lit up, it looks like an adult fairyland. All the building you see across the valley are regular homes with a mansion thrown in here and there for good measure. Most of the residents are middle class Americans working for a living, raising their familiies, like any other city. It just so happens that gambling and tourism is the main business in the valley."

"How do they handle all the prostituion if there are so many families?"

"Prostituion is legal in Nevada except in Clark County, which is Las Vegas. Outside of Clark County there are legal brothels with guards and rules and medical conditions to separate them from the general population. Of course, there are free-lance women like any other city but most of the kids that grow up here aren't exposed to that part of life here until they're old enough to handle it."

"So where is your house? Can we see it from here?"

"Not really. It's on the far side of the valley from where we are. You can follow the interstate as it goes around downtown, past the strip, then south to California. We need to follow it to the other side of the city, then turn right for about two miles. It's in an quiet neighborhood, meaning no children. My house is just inside the front gate and across the street from the pool."

"Sounds great! Let's go. I can't wait so see it."

A little over two hours later, Jeff pulled up to the gate of his subdivision and keyed a code into the gate-pad. The gate slowly slid open and he drove thru, turned right, then left into the first driveway.

"The garage door opener should be inside on the kitchen table. My friend Bob lives just over there in the corner house. He's been watching the place for me after my tenant moved out. Come on, Diane, let's inspect our new home."

When Jeff opened his door, Sam eagerly leapt out and began sniffing the ground. Jeff and Diane walked to the front door and he used his key to unlock it. He called to Sam and the three of them entered. Jeff found a note from Bob and two garage door openers on the kitchen table. 

Diane walked thru the house and came back to him in the kitchen.

"Jeff, it's lovely. Two bedrooms, plenty of closet space, a living room, kitchen, and a patio. It's just the right size for two people and a dog."

"I thought so too, Diane, that's why I bought it when it came on the market a few years ago. The back yard has a privacy fence so we can let Sam out whenever he wants out without having to take him on a leash. Also, a couple of miles from here is a dog park where he can socialize with other dogs."

Diane flung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. when the kiss ended, she just stood there holding him with her body pressed against him. Jeff wrapped his arms around her and let her stay in that position as long as she wanted.

"Let's get the car in the garage and unpack. I'll call Bob to let him know we're here but we can see him tomorrow. After we shower, I'll take you out to a casino for dinner and a little gambling before we settle down, ok?"

"Sounds wonderful. Jeff, you just said " after we shower". Are you planning to join me?"




Road Trip



"Yes I am. The state of Nevada has been under drought conditions for some time and one of the rules is "save water, shower with a friend". Any objections?"

"Absolutely not. Go get the car and I'll check out the bathroom."

Jeff opened the garage door and drove the car in, closing the door behind him. He lifted her suitcase from the trunk and his small case as well and carried them into the bedroom. Diane found towels, soap, and shampoo in the bathroom and was waiting for him in the doorway wearing only a smile.

Jeff quickly disrobed and walked up to her.

"After you, madam, I love watching your ass."

"Was that watching or washing?"

"Actually, both." Jeff replied, turning on the water to the shower. He let it run a moment so it was warm, then stepped back to allow her to enter. He stepped in behind her as she moved forward under the spray.

Jeff took the soap and applied it to the wash cloth and began to wash her back. Diane oohed and aahed as he tended to her, especially when his hand went between her legs and slid along her pussy lips. 

"Turn around." He commanded. "I need to wash your front as well."

Diane immediately complied and grabbed the soap to begin washing him at the same time. They gently washed each other's chests and necks, then Jeff slid his hand down to her pussy. Rubbing her nether lips and continuing to her asshole, Diane closed her eyes and leaned into him, moaning slightly.

Jeff dropped the wash cloth and slipped his right hand around behind her, then between her legs. At first he just rubbed her asshole with the pad of his thumb. When she didn't object, he pushed the edge of his thumb into her tight hole. Diane moaned as she felt this new intruder. She wasn't sure she really wanted him to penetrate her ass but so far it felt pretty good.

Jeff moved two fingers thru her pussy lips and inserted them into her pussy. At the same time, he pushed the first part of his thumb into her tight asshole. Diane arched her back and grabbed onto him tightly as she moaned her acceptance of his advances. Jeff held her tightly in his other arm, keeping her from falling over.

He moved his left hand up and grasped her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned loudly again and pressed her body harder against him. Keeping the pressure on her nipple, Jeff began moving his other hand so that both his fingers and his thumb stroked her holes. Faster and deeper he punished her pussy and her asshole generating louder and louder moans from her.

"Jeff, I'm cumming, Oh, God, Yes, I'm cumming!"

Diane stiffened in his embrace and held her breath for a long moment until the peak of her orgasm had passed. Finally she exhaled and slumped exhausted in his arms. Jeff gently withdrew his fingers and his thumb from her orifices, accompanied by more moans from her.

"OHhhh, noooooo, don't take them out, ohhhhhh."

When she opened her eyes, she turned sideways to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Jeff, that was marvelous. Give me a minute to recover and I'll wash you."

"Take all the time you want, Diane, I'm not going anywhere."

Diane grabbed the soap and began to wash his cock, noting that it jumped when she touched it. She gently washed his cock and his balls including the area under his balls all the way back to his asshole. Jeff didn't seem to mind her touch at all, she noticed, and took the next step. She actually touched his asshole, a first for her, and was pleased to hear him moan as she did so.

Since her nails were short, Diane began to push her thumb into his asshole as she stroked his cock with her other hand. In no time at all, Jeff's cock was rock hard and pulsating. She quickly realized that he wouldn't last long and picked up the action.

"I'm about to cum, Diane."

"So cum, Jeff, I'll catch all of it."

She steered him towards the water and washed the tip of his cock, then placed it in her mouth. She didn't stop stroking his shaft or his asshole all the while and almost immediately she noticed that the head of his cock grew bigger, a sure sign that he was about to cum.

Diane braced herself for the rush of his cum and she got it. Bam! He fired the first blast into her mouth and she swallowed it quickly. Bam! A second blast filled her mouth again and she squeezed his cock harder to push his cum out of him and into her.

The third time he shot there was very little cum. She had done a good job of getting it all and she was pleased with herself. As his cock began to shrink, she stood up and kissed him on the mouth.

"I really like this saving water idea. Thanks for telling me about it."

"You're welcome. The water's starting to get cold. Let's get out and dress for dinner, ok?"

"Yessir, that's way to cold for fun."

They toweled off and walked into the bedroom where Jeff had put their suitcases. As they were opening their respective cases, the doorbell rang.

"Stay here a second. If it's Bob, you should know he's blind so you won't have to dress. I'll take a peek to see if there's anyone with him."

Jeff sneaked into the kitchen from where he could see through the pane of the front door. Bob was standing there, about to put his key in the door. He was alone so Jeff decided to test Diane.

"He's alone and he's coming in. Just stay naked and come with me."

Diane's worried look let him to kiss her and whisper in her ear.

"It's ok. If you just shake his hand, he'll never know you're naked. If you're brave enough, you could give him a hug. He hasn't had a hug from a naked woman in about 25 years. It would be a real thrill for him but it's your call. Just watch out for his fingers as he tends to pinch."

They walked out of the bedroom, both naked and holding hands, and Jeff called to Bob."

"Hey, blind man, what are you doing to my dog?"

"Jeff! I was just checking to see if you made it."

Jeff went forward and hugged his friend. 

"Are you naked? Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes, I'm naked and no you didn't interrupt anything. We just finished our shower. Bob, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Diane Foster. She came here with me and Sam."

Bob politely held out his hand, waiting for Diane to take it. She took his hand in hers and moved a step closer.

"Hello, Bob, I'm pleased to meet you. Do I get a hug as well?"

"Of course, Diane, any friend of Jeff's is a friend of mine. Come here, girl."

Diane stepped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Bob wrapped his arms around her and quickly realized that she, too, was naked. He began to caress her back and moved his hands downward towards her ass.

"No pinching, Bob, I've been warned about you."

Jeff could see the grin on Bob's face as he let his hands caress her ass, then come back up to her sides. 

Yes, you can touch my chest, if you're careful."

Bob brought his hands up and cupped her breasts gently. Jeff thought he was going to cry as he lightly massaged her breasts. After a moment, Diane stepped back, releasing him and taking his hands away from her.

"Thank you a thousand times, Diane. I'll never forget how you feel. Jeff, how did you get such a fine woman? And a dog, too. You are a lucky bastard."

Jeff took Bob by the hand and led him to a seat.

"Have a seat while we get dressed, then we can take you back home. I promised Diane a quiet dinner in a casino our first night but we can get together tomorrow, if that's ok with you."

"That would be fine. I'd like some time to talk to both of you as well so we'll plan on dinner tomorrow night. I"m sure my wife, Darlene, will be pleased. Just one thing, Diane, please wear some clothes when you meet her, she's not blind."

They all laughed at Bob's comment, then went to dress. After they were dressed, Jeff let Sam out into the back yard and gave him some water. Then Diane and Jeff walked Bob the three doors down the block to his own house, stopping in to greet Darlene and introduce Diane to her.

After dinner and a little gambling, they returned to the house, took care of Sam, then began to cuddle on the couch. As they kissed and caressed each other, Diane slid down the couch, ending up on her back with Jeff on top of her. 

"We really should take some of these clothes off, you know. This is one of my better skirts."

"I think we can handle that, Princess. Let's head for the bedroom and undress on the way."

"I'll get naked if you will. I like it when you're naked."

"You're a nut. You look a whole lot better naked than I do."

"That depends on who's doing the looking. Move it, Sonny, I like my men naked."

"Yes, Ma'am, naked is good."

When they reached the bedroom, they were both naked and fell into each others arms on the bed. They kissed and cuddled, with Jeff slipping his leg between hers. His cock slid thru the crack of her pussy as they held each other and Diane moaned her approval of his actions.

He moved her onto her back and lifted her legs over his shoulders. As he bent forward, his cock touched the opening of her pussy and she moaned at the contact.

"Push it in, Jeff, I've waited all week for you to shove that big thing into my pussy. Do it now."

Obeying her request, Jeff pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. After he inserted the head, he stopped to let her get used to him. A moment later, she was urging him on.

"Now, Jeff, give it all to me. Stuff my pussy with that fat cock. I want to feel it coming out my throat! Come on, Jeff, give it all to me."

Jeff shoved his hips forward until their pubic hairs were meshed together.

"Oh, God, it's so big it hurts."

"Should I stop?"

"God, no, fuck me with that thing. Hurt me, kill me, just keep fucking me. Come on, Jeff, I want it all."

Jeff began moving in and out of her hot chamber. With each thrust, Diane shoved her hips upwards to impale herself on his hot rod. Her grunts got louder as she neared her climax and Jeff kept pumping his cock as deeply as he could into the prone woman.

"Now! Now! I'm cumming! Oh, Jeff, fuck me! fuckkkk meeeeee!"

With a supreme effort of will, Jeff continued to fuck the screaming woman withot cumming himself. when she started to slow down, he also slowed down, gasping for breath. When he could breathe easily again, he spoke to her.

"Roll over on your hands and knees, Diane."

"Yes, yes, oh, puppy dogs, Oh yes, I love that!"

Diane quickly moved to her hands and knees with a pillow under her head. Jeff moved behind her and knelt between her legs. He aimed his cock at her pussy and slammed it home.

"Aaaaaahhhhh! Soooo Biiiiiiggggggg! It hurts!"

Jeff pulled almost all the way out and slammed deep into her waiting pussy again.

"Yes, yes, like that, keep fucking me, oh, it hurts soooooo gooodddd!"

Jeff started slamming himself into her as hard and as fast as he could. Diane reached under her body and began pinching her clit in an effort to reach another orgasm. In minutes, they were both about to climax when Diane screamed again.

"Yeessss, Yeeeessssss, I'm cummmiinnnnnggg ahhhhhh!"

Her pussy muscles gripped his cock so hard he couldn't move and when her hot juices splashed over his cock, he lost it and sprayed his cum deep into her pussy. They both froze in that position for a long moment until Diane finally dropped onto the bed. Jeff's wilted cock slipped out of her pussy and he slipped to the side instead of falling on top of her.

He reached out with his arm and pulled her into his embrace. Diane turned her body and melted into his chest. They were both breathing hard after their exertion but they held each other close. Finally, Jeff spoke.

"Welcome home, Princess."

"Thank you, My Prince, I'll never forget this night."



Road Trip!



And so, it begins...

"A road trip?" 

"A road trip!"

The questioner was Marni, my neighbor and friend of a few years who lived directly above me, her loft a mirror image of mine, floor-plan wise.

The answerer was moi, Julie or 'Jules', a twenty-eight year-old, second-year attorney in one of the prestigious law firms of Portland. 

It was the beginning of a long-overdue vacation for me and I really didn't want to do it alone. 'It' was a road trip I had been planning and looking forward to for several months, a reward for the ungodly hours of the past few months at the firm.

Marni was an Art Instructor at a local fine-arts school. She was on the last few weeks of a sabbatical she had taken from her duties to work on a privately-funded project for one of the older, 'old-money' couples of Portland's Social Set.

"To where?" Marni questioned, holding her glass for me to top off with the Merlot we had been drinking.

"Don't know yet," My reply obviously not what she was expecting judging by her scrunched-up, confused look, "the plan is simply no-plan, other than to tape a map of the country to a wall and to throw a dart at it."

"That's rather chancy, don't you think? What if your dart lands on Akron or Topeka, for God's sake?"

"Then I would call a fault and issue myself a re-throw," I replied with a smirk.

"Aaah, got it. Sooo, basically, you're going to pepper your wall with dart holes until you hit something you like," Marni correctly surmised.

"How long? She asked further.

"Three weeks, give or take...you in?"

"Only if I can have a throw if I don't like yours," She replied with a smirky smile.

"Done! Now, open up another bottle, fill us up while I tape up the map."

Marni smilingly stood from her seat on my couch, stretching as she did so which pulled her tee shirt tight across her smallish, but firm, breasts.

I noticed. Oh yes, I noticed.

I had not had a relationship, sexual or otherwise, for several months, not since I kicked my ex-fiance out of my apartment and, my life. 

He said I was "over-reacting." 

I said he should've thought of that possibility when he decided to fuck his secretary in my bed, in my apartment.

Over-reacting? Fucker's lucky I don't share my father's love of firearms.

I threw myself into my career, drawing notice from the senior partners with the billable hours and sucessful lawsuits I had rendered. I was rewarded with a very nice year-end bonus that allowed me to treat myself to a new ride, a BMW 700 Series, with all the bells and whistles.

I didn't miss the sex, at first. But as the weeks, then months rolled by, I began noticing that I was noticing things I hadn't before. I found myself sneaking peeks, as it were, at crotches, men's crotches. Then, I found myself admiring women, noticing their curves, their cleavages, and their asses. I became obsessed with other women's asses.

Strange, to say the least, because before this sexless period of my life, I had never, ever entertained the thought of a romp in the Land of Lesbos. I mean, seriously? I was all about guys and cocks.

No matter, I did nothing beyond masturbation for relief during my self-imposed period of doing without.

Marni was thirty-two, divorced, five-five'ish to my five-ten'ish, one-fifteen or so to my one-thirty'ish. We were both runners and had shared many a mile of huffing and puffing along Portland's jogger-friendly trails.

No boyfriends, or girlfriends, that she spoke of. In fact, for all I knew, she was asexual. Didn't really know her preference, sexually, but I have to admit that she was a star in quite a few of my porno-mind movies when I satisfied myself.

Did it bother me that I entertained Sapphic thoughts when getting myself off? Nope, for me, masturbation is all about the destination, and not so much about how you get there.

Did I ask her on this road trip in hopes of getting into her pants? Highly unlikely since I'd never had sex with another woman but, I don't know. 

I do know that I had a 'fleeting thought' of the possibility of sex with her when the idea first popped up in my head. But, I rationialized, by that time in my period of abstinence, I was entertaining mind-fantasies of sexual interludes with almost anyone. 

But, in the end, I adopted a "Ke Sera" attitude; I enjoyed Marni's company first and foremost, and if something happened between us? It wouldn't be the worse thing in the world...

"Gulf Shores, Alabama?" Marni announced when she peered at her dart-throw's results.

"Better than Minot, North Dakota (my first)," I chirped in.

"Or, Milford, Nebraska (my second)," Marni opined.

"Okay...Gulf Shores it is," I declared, "On the Gulf, has beaches, near Florida and New Orleans, not a bad choice at all."

"When do we leave Sherlock?" Marni asked, "I have to make a few calls to reschedule some shit."

"Day after tomorrow? Give you enough time?" I replied.

"Can I bring a few 'doobies'?" 

Marnie liked her weed.

"As long as you don't get us busted," I acquiesed.

"I'll be good," Marnie promised with a snarky grin.

"Well," she amended, "a 'little' good, anyway."

"Works for me, sweetie, works for me," I answered with an equally snarky smile...

Day 1...

"Okay, before you press that button, let's make sure we're on the same page," Marni said as she held my hand from starting the car, "total Va-Cay...whatever happens, including if nothing happens, stays between us, pinky swear," Marni said further, holding her pinky up to me.

"Pinky swear," I promised while hooking her pinky with my own. Pressing the start button of the new ride, off we went, the final destination being the Gulf Coast of the good ol' U.S.A...

I love driving. Always have.

Being raised on a cattle ranch in Wyoming, you learn to drive early in life. Nothing is close. Everything is far. 

And that's on your own property!

Move the cattle to new grazing land? A two-day job with one overnight in the process.

The Beemer performed as the ads promised. Held the road, comfortably, at that. All functions a mere finger-flick away. 

And fast!

Did I mention that I like fast?

"Slow it down, Jules," Marni cautioned as our speed approached a hundred, "We might be in the middle of Bumfuck, Utah, but if we get stopped for speeding, we run the risk of a search and finding my stash."

"Fuck that! I'm an attorney! Probable cause, sweet-cheeks, probable cause," I averred while lifting my foot from the accelerator at the same time.

"Trooper's got a dog with him? That dog'll give him 'Proable Cause'," Marni correctly opined.

"Hmm....You're right. I'll set the cruise at three over," and then, did just that, "We'll be in Salt Lake City in a hour or so anyway and we need to find us a bed," I said further.

"And a beer?" Marni asked with everlasting hope on her face.

"And, many beers," I agreed.

I valet-parked the ride at the downtown Hyatt, both of us pulling only our overnight bags behind us, IPads in the shoulder totes.

"Nice view," Marni commented when she opened the curtains of the balcony doors, the view that of the nearby Wasatch mountains.

"Yeah, we'll be in 'em tomorrow on the way to Denver," I replied.

"Room service okay with you, Jules? I'm beat and I didn't even drive today...you must be fucking exhausted," Marni asked.

"Nah, not so much, just a little crimped up from sitting so damned long...but, room service sounds just about right to me," I said, "Order us up something, don't forget some beers, I'm jumping into the shower and get the road shakes off of me," I directed.

"What..." Marni started to ask.

"I don't fucking care, Marni, order me something, anything, I'll eat it," I said over my shoulder as I entered the large bath/shower area of the suite.

Yes, Suite. Both Marni and I have a 'taste' for good things. We can afford it, so we indulge ourselves.

Not a bad thing.

"Ooooh, anything? I like the sound of that," She answered, the sound of her voice not betraying whether she was teasing or serious.

Interesting comment, I remember thinking as I stood under the almost-steaming water of the large walk-in shower.

"They'll have the food and drink up here in exactly a half-hour," I heard Marni say, followed by the sound of the heavy glass shower-door opening, " Move over,I want to clean up before we eat also, so.....you do me and I'll do you."

"Ummm, okay but be forewarned...I haven't had anyone else touch me in any way other than a handshake in months so I'm not responsible for my reactions," chuckling after I said it.

Marni snickered along with me and began soaping up the soft washcloth, turning me around in the shower to begin washing my back and such.

I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning the contentment I felt as her hand glided across my back, down my spine and over my ass. My eyes popped open when I felt the washcloth slide between my thighs, close to, but not touching my promise land.

And yes, I would've let her touch that and anything else she wanted in that moment. Her hands glided down my legs and when she reached my ankles, she stood and turned me around, handing me the washcloth.

"Now, me," She said, turning her back to me. 

I did her backside as she had done mine, the feel of her muscled back and butt sending little jolts of electricty to Ms. Kitty.

"How long has it been for you, sugar?" Marni casually asked as I stooped to wash the insides of her thighs, coming close to but not touching her promise land.

"Not since I threw out the asshole," I replied, the asshole being, of course, my ex-fiance.

"Hmmph," was her only comment.

We each did our own fronts, finishing and in the hotel-provided bath robes with three minutes to spare when room service knocked on the door.

"Damn, good choice, Marni-girl," I said as I finished the last bite of the biggest Club Sandwich I'd ever had.

We were sitting on our patio, the full moon having risen over the mountains, the spring night air feeling clean and wonderful. 

"Last of the beers, babe," Marni said as she handed me a Corona from the iced bucket of beers that she had ordered, "Enjoy."

We did just that, quietly enjoying the gorgeous moon-lit scene off in the distance, both of us in quiet reflection. Hearing the flick of a lighter, I turned towards Marni just as she lit one of the small doobies that she had pre-rolled for the trip.

"Want some?" She asked as the pungent smoke surrounded her head.

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

I rarely smoked ganja but was not opposed to sampling every once in a while. Light-weight that I was with the shit, two small tokes had me in la-la land in a heartbeat.

"Oooh Marni, the food, the beers, the drive and now, the weed, I believe I'm ready to crawl between the sheets," I said to her with my head swimming.

"Not a bad idea, babe, you're due for some rest...still crimped up from the drive?"

"A bit, but nothing that a good bed and night's sleep can't handle," I replied, standing a bit unsteadily as I did so.

Grabbing onto my arm so that I wouldn't fall, Marni led me back into the suite and to the King-bed. Removing first my robe, then hers, we were both in over-sized sleep-tees. She helped me into bed, telling me to lay on my stomach.

"Just lie there, babe and let me massage those shoulder and back muscles for you, get the crimps out," Marni said as she sat on the edge of 'my side' of our bed for the night.

Damn, I thought, for a small woman her hands are incredibly strong, her expert hands kneading my sore muscles into instant relaxation. Slowly, but surely, she worked her fingertips across my shoulders and down my back, her thumbs pushing towards each other when she reached my hips and her fingers gripping and working my hips at the same time.

Feeling a shift of weight on the bed, I felt her boobs press into my back just about the same time I felt her breath on my ear, followed by her voice, soft and relaxing, almost hypnotic.

"Just relax, babe, don't do anything, just relax," She breathed into my ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers to my spine.

My eyes had been closed while she had worked my sore muscles expertly, but when I felt her fingers slide under my briefs, they popped open and before I could react or say anything, her hand slid over the curvature of my ass, and cupped my snatch, her fingers sliding softly between my pussy-lips which produced an instant flood of arousal.

"Marni..."

"Shhh....shhhhh, babe, just go with it, let it happen for you," Her hypnotic voice whispered, followed by a small 'nip' to my earlobe.

I'd be lying if I said that what she was doing to me felt anything but fantastic. A very small part of me wanted to stop her but that feeling lasted only a nano-second. The larger part of me wanted her never to stop what she was doing.

"Mmmmmmph....ooooh, damn, damn," I heard myself cooing into the pillow that I was biting, the impending climax just below the surface of my very being.

"Let it happen, Jules, just let it happen, baby," Marni whispered again, following her words with small butterfly kisses to the nape of my neck, her expert hand squeezing and kneading my ever-so-horny pussy, a finger rolling my hardened clitoris in small, slow circles, her hand surely drenched with my juices I was sure.

"Oooh, mmmmmph, oooooh fuck," I moaned into the pillow, my sighs of contentment seemingly causing Marni to squeeze tighter, to finger me faster, all the while nipping at my skin with her lips and teeth.

It happened. Oh God, did it ever!

The orgasm burst from within me, producing a quaking of my body that I couldn't ever remember feeling before in my life. It exploded, settled and just as she was uncupping my pussy with her hand, exploded again, smaller but oh-so-satisfyingly so.

I lay there, my face a little damp with sex-sweat, my breathing coming in hard, shallow gasps. Hearing what sounded like small sucking sounds, I turned to look at her and saw her sucking my juices from her fingers, licking them from her hand, her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

Quietly, she stood from sitting next to me on the bed after kissing me one more time on the side of my face as my breathing struggled to come back to normal. I heard her padding to the bathroom, heard the water running in the washbasin and felt her weight as she crawled into bed, on her side.

She pulled me to nestle against her, my head in the crook of her shoulder, her arm around my back and her fingers tracing lines on my back.

" 'Night, babe," She whispered, followed by a peck of her lips to the top of my head, "Sleep tight."

I lay there, snuggled close against her, my eyes wide open, my insides a jumble of emotions and feelings, my mind doing 'flip-cards' of moments in my life that I hadn't thought about in years.

That girl in high school? The one who always seemed to wind up next to me in the showers after gym class? The one who seemed to sneak glances at me as we showered? 

Was 'this' what 'that' was all about?

My first-year roomie at college? Betty what's-her-face? Always walking around in front of me half-clothed or full-butt naked? Was 'that' really something else going on that I was just too obtuse to see?

I was trying to sort things out as to what had just occurred. Did I really just let another woman touch me, let another woman get me off? I did know this; I was feeling confused, but yet, aroused. 

Finally, I let it go and closed my eyes, accepting what had just happened with no thought of anything but how great it was to get off by someone else's hand other than my own.

What else would happen on our road trip? 

Would anything else happen on our road trip? 

I didn't know but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that, in that moment? I was open to whatever...

to be continued... 



Road Trip



Once again, there are no minors in this story. Everyone is 18 and above. Also, just like before, washingtonstatecowboy helped edit this piece. I hope you like it and thanks for reading! 

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As Sikowitz stared at his class, he felt a sense of disappointment. He had just recently written a play but now his class didn't want to participate. Realizing it was almost summer, he said "Now I know school's almost out but that's no excuse to be saying no to everything...in fact, I propose a challenge: for the rest of the day, until midnight, I want you guys to say yes to everything."

Andre popped his head up and said "everything? Couldn't that end really badly?"

"I don't mean making out with someone and nothing dangerous. But say yes to everything else. Broaden your horizons a little."

Dread registered on the students' faces as the instructions sunk in. Knowing this school, anything could happen. Sikowitz laughed at their expressions. "Since you're all so excited about this, class is dismissed." 

The class groaned, grabbed their stuff, and exited the room. Tori was just getting to her locker when Cat ran up to her. "Hey Tori, why so down?"

" Didn't you hear Sikowitz's assignment? This is going to suck..."

"But it gives us the perfect opportunity to visit my brother at his "special help"...you were going to come with me last time but you had to wash your dog...and you don't have a dog..."

Immediate guilt plagued Tori as those words left Cat's mouth. Cat's wanted her to go on this road trip for a long time now and it hasn't happened. It's not that Tori didn't like Cat, she did. It was the insane brother she was worried about. But the look on Cat's face and the recent assignment had Tori saying "Alright fine, I'll go with you. But I won't talk to your brother."

The last comment fell on deaf ears as Cat squealed and hugged Tori. "Oh thank you Tori! My brother doesn't like it when I don't visit and I need a driver."

"You're welcome-wait, driver? That's why I'm going? You have a license!...I don't know how but you do."

Before Cat replied she looked at the floor and played with a strand of her bright red hair. "I may have sort of crashed my car...a squirrel ran in front of it..."

Tori sighed and rolled her eyes. For Cat, this was normal. "Of course...fine, I'll drive. But you owe me."

"Thank you! I'm going to grab my stuff from my locker and then we'll go."

Tori followed after Cat with a perplexed look on her Latina face. "Um, go? Do you realize we're still in school?"

Without missing a beat, Cat said "but if we wait until 2, the mean office lady won't let us in...it's kind of a long drive..."

"How long?"

"About four hours...please don't be mad at me."

Tori sighed and looked at the clock. They still had two hours left of school but something inside her was telling her to go. Lately she had been really stressed at school and the only thing she had left today was academic stuff. Cracking a smile, Tori spoke up. "You know what? Screw school! Where we're going may not be very fun but it's been a while since we've hung out. Let's go Cat...but how are we going to do this without mass amounts of trouble?"

"Oh my brother used to skip school all the time...he said students can sign themselves out of school once they're 18...but what does he know."

"Oh my God Cat, you're actually onto something! We can just say we're going to a rehearsal for Sikowitz's play...the office staff never talks to him anymore after his coconut incident in the microwave..."

After a few minutes of Cat giggling, the girls signed out, climbed into Tori's car, and headed to the hospital. If any guys looked their way they would probably need new jeans. Over on the driver side was Tori; Long, wavy, brunette hair flowing in the wind, sun kissed skin, and a killer smile. Covering her b-cup breasts was a tight, blue v neck t-shirt. Finishing off the look was curve hugging capris and sandals. In the passenger seat was Cat, a fiery red head with smooth skin and chocolate brown eyes. On her feminine body was a low cut, lace blue dress that showed off her toned legs. They were a couple of heart breakers on the move. Tori relaxed in her seat while saying "this is fun. It's been so long since I went for a drive with the radio on and a good friend...Cat, what are you doing?"

"This game is no fun and I can't win."

"Cat, that's my GPS...if you're bored why don't you go over your script for next week?

" OK!" Her face lit up as she grabbed it and got into the zone. Despite her 'moments' as their friends called them, she was an incredible actress. This particular role was a Southern belle from Tennessee. As she did her lines, Tori couldn't help but get pulled in. Her voice was so sensual and the way she was delivering her lines was spot on. If Tori didn't pull it together, she'd crash. Earlier in the year, her and Jade had sex in the janitor's closet at school and a relationship didn't come of it but it told Tori something: she was full on gay; and now she was falling for Cat. After about an hour, Cat took a break from the script. "So how was I?"

Tori tried to play it cool but the gushing just came out. "You were amazing Cat! I completely believed you were from the South."

Giggling, she thanked Tori. But before they could talk more their favorite song came on the radio. Cat grinned as Tori turned it up. Before long, they were singing along, showing off their beautiful voices. Other motorists got a good show seeing two eighteen year olds singing and dancing in their car. This went on for a while and before they knew it, it was three. Cat stopped singing and said "Yay, we're almost there! But Tori..."

"Yes Cat?"

"I have to pee..."

Tori laughed at how cutely Cat said that then said "it's OK. I could use a stop too so I'll pull into this gas station."

Tori parked the car and the girls took turns using the bathroom then scanned the snack isles. After loading up with junk food, they headed back to the car. About forty-five minutes later, the girls pulled up in front of a mental hospital. Tori stopped the car and looked at Cat. "Is this it?"

"Yeah...this is where my brother is. I'm going to go see him and hopefully he's not lighting stuff on fire."

She left the car and Tori began to do homework. Not the most fun thing in the world but she's wasn't about to go with Cat. But after only ten minutes she came back looking like she was about to cry. "I forgot...visitations are next month...I can't see him."

Tori almost snapped her pencil upon hearing that statement. "You mean we just drove four hours for nothing?"

"I'm so sorry Tori...but they chance the schedules all the time and I forgot...you probably hate me now..."

Tori sighed and let go of her anger. Yes, it was frustrating but this wasn't Cat's fault. She was just trying to be a good sister. Hugging Cat to her, Tori said softly. "I could never hate you Cat...I mean, I'm pretty frustrated but it was still fun. You're my friend and I love you...but are you ok? I mean you were so excited..."

Cat sniffled and snuggled closer to the brunette. "I'm feeling really sad...I want to go swimming."

"Swimming? Why swimming?"

"We have a pool at home so whenever I get sad I swim...and since I'm with you I'll be able to swim with someone."

"We could go swimming...but where? We don't have a lot of money..."

"There's a pool at this hospital...it's locked but my brother gave me the code to get in...it's surprisingly easy to break in."

Tori stared shocked at Cat. "Wow, first skipping school and now breaking into a pool? What's gotten into you?"

"Wait, we skipped school? And I want to swim..."

Once again Tori chuckled and found herself wanting to say yes. "But won't we get in trouble?"

"No, the pool closes and three and no one goes in there after that...wow, my brother knows a lot about this place."

Shrugging her shoulders, Tori started her car to move it to the back parking lot. "I may regret this but Sikowitz did tell us to say yes...and I don't care that this is dangerous."

After moving the car, the girls grabbed their bags and headed for the pool. Luckily, that day in gym it was swimming day so their swim suits were with them. Once Cat entered the code, they made their way to the locker room. For it being a mental hospital, the pool was really nice. But while changing, the only thing Tori could look at was Cat. Her body had curves in all the right places and when she caught a glimpse of her perky breasts, it was all Tori could do to suppress a moan. Cat however noticed the staring. After getting her bikini on, she asked Tori "why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong?"

Blushing, Tori stammered out "n-no, I was just admiring your c-cute clothes..."

"It's OK Tori, I know you're gay."

At this point, Tori's eyes were saucers. "W-what!? What makes you say that!?"

Cat sighed and sat down on one of the benches. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to know...but when Sikowitz locked you in the closet with Jade, I went by to see if you were ok and I heard moaning...at first I thought she was hurting you but then the sounds starting sounding like the porn from my brother's computer..."

Tori groaned and sunk to the bench, blushing so hard she thought her head would explode. "Oh God, I can't believe you know about that...I was trying so hard to keep that a secret..."

"Why keep it a secret when I don't care if you're gay? I mean, Jade was really lucky that day..."

"Why do you say lucky? You don't like me...do you Cat?"

This time it was Cat's turn to blush. She began fiddling with the string of her bikini bottoms, drawing Tori's eyes to down there. "Maybe I do...ever since I found out about you and Jade, I was jealous and you're so sweet and pretty..."

Tori was completely caught off guard. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Cat would be coming onto her. Not wanting to let this moment go to waste, she asked "Cat, can I kiss you?"

Cat nodded and let out a breathless yes before the kiss happened. It was slow and tentative at first until it blossomed into one of passion and desire. Tori pulled Cat closer and began rubbing her back while kissing harder. The red head moaned and ran her fingers through Tori's silky hair. After a few minutes it was turning into a make out session as tongues swirled and probed. Letting instinct take over, Tori moved her mouth away from her partner's lips and planted soft kisses down her neck. Cat moaned louder and squirmed a little on the bench. "Oh Tori...that feels good."

Tori smirked against the woman's smooth skin. "I'm glad...do you want this to continue?"

"Yes please."

Tori took that approval and ran with it. She trailed kisses down Cat's neck until she reached her black bikini top. After untying it, the tiny material fluttered to the floor exposing Cat's perfect breasts. Tori's hands were itching to touch them but something nagged at the back of her mind. Reluctantly pulling herself up, she asked "Are you OK with what we're doing Cat? I don't want to be taking advantage of you..."

"Yes I'm OK...I don't really know what to do but it felt really good and you're my friend."

" OK...but, I have to ask...do you know what sex is?"

Cat sighed and her smile faded. "Yeah...a little while ago, I had sex with Robbie..."

Upon hearing this, Tori almost fell off the bench. "What!?"

"Yeah...after bugging me for like a month, I finally went on a date with him. You know that sushi truck by the school? Well, we went there and he gave me calamari..."

"Um, what's up with calamari?"

"It's my horny food...then after that we went back to his house, kissed for a few minutes, then had sex...but it hurt and wasn't good."

Immediately Tori became concerned for her friend. "What happened?"

"When he started, I felt something pop, felt a bunch of pain, and then he said he was done...I went home after that..."

Tori was almost crying at this point. Virginity is something special and Cat's experience was horrible. 'Not to self: kill Robbie tomorrow...' she thought. Scooting over, she hugged the redhead. "Oh Cat...I am so sorry...that's terrible..."

For a few moments, they were quiet until Cat pulled away and smiled. "Thank you Tori...maybe you can show me what sex is supposed to feel like..."

Grinning, Tori ran her hands over Cat's smooth breasts and twisted her nipples until they were tight. The more she tweaked and pulled the more Cat moaned and pretty soon Tori could see a wet spot on her crotch. Just to really tease, Tori lowered her mouth to Cat's nipples and slowly alternated between licking and sucking. Immediately, Cat arched her back and used her hands to keep Tori in place. She was whimpering and all her little noises were music to Tori's ears. However, after a little while Cat spoke up. "Please Tori I can't take any more of this...I can't stop moving and my panties feel wet."

Tori rubbed her hands up and down Cat's legs. "Don't worry, that's normal. But I know a way to take care of that. Do you trust me?"

Cat frantically nodded and gave permission for the Latina to remove her panties. The sight of how wet she was almost knocked Tori over. She was practically leaking and the smell was intoxicating. "Alright Cat; I'm going to try something now. If you like it, just relax and let it happen. But if you don't like it, let me know."

" OK."

Leaning down, Tori breathed in the scent before running her tongue over the pulsing pussy. Cat's hips jerked and a groan came out from deep in her throat. Tori took this as a good sign so she continued, still licking slow to allow her lover to get used to it. After only a minute of licking, Cat was panting and moaning while gripping the bench under her. Tori stopped her work and gazed up. "It looks like you're enjoying this."

"Yes, I am...and I want more. Please don't stop."

Rather than reply, Tori just smiled and continued with more force than ever. Her licking became faster and she added some light nibbling into the mix. It did the trick and Cat's hips began thrusting into Tori's mouth and her groans increased in volume. A few more swipes and she was ready to cum. As a final touch, Tori shoved a finger into the contracting pussy and the dam broke. Cat screamed and trembled as she released all that she had. Tori rode the wave with her and when the woman finally relaxed, Tori sat up. Once the panting woman caught her breath, she asked "what was that? I've never had that happen to me before..."

Despite Tori's aroused state, she was surprised at that statement. " You've never had an orgasm? What about, you know, playing with yourself..."

"No...I never really knew how...but I loved that! It made me feel all tingly inside...thank you Tori."

"You're welcome; I'm glad I was your first...but, would you mind doing that to me? I really need it." 

"But what if I do it wrong?"

"Don't worry about that...just follow my lead and do whatever feels natural. You can start by stripping me."

That seemed to calm Cat down as she made quick work of Tori's clothes. Once she was naked, Cat said "Wow...you're so beautiful...and you have a really good body...can I touch it?"

"Of course you can touch me...I'm all yours."

The girls switched places so Tori was lying down and Cat was sitting up to make things easier. Just like Tori, Cat started at the breasts and began massaging them. Upon hearing her lover's moan, she kept going until she made it to the nipples. After a little play with them, they were diamond tight and Tori was squirming with want. "Ugh please...Cat I need it."

Cat giggled and leaned down so she could see Tori's pussy. It was glistening in the light and was pulsing from desire. To get a feel for it, Cat ran a finger over the lips and inside, hitting all the sensitive spots causing Tori to go wild. Once confident, Cat began suckling and licking the aroused pussy. She went slow, fast, and grazed her teeth against the clit. Tori's entire body was tingling and it was impossible to sit still. "Mmmmm oh God yes!"

Cat smiled and kept up the work until Tori was right on the edge. Stopping her motions on the pussy, Cat focused her attention to the sensitive clit and began sucking on it as fast as she could. Tori moaned louder and louder until something snapped and she screamed. Her body went rigid for a moment before shaking through a powerful orgasm. When it was finally over, she relaxed against the bench gulping for air. Cat sat up and wiped the hair away from her face before asking "was I any good?"

Between breaths of air, Tori replied "You were amazing! I can't believe...this was your first time...you were incredible and that...felt so good!"

Cat grinned. "Thank you."

Wanting to cuddle, Tori laid their jackets on the floor then brought Cat down onto the makeshift bed before holding her. "I can't believe this happened but I'm glad it did...I really like you Cat."

Snuggling closer, Cat sighed happily. "And I really like you Tori...thank you for coming with me."

For a few minutes, a comfortable silence fell over them until Tori remembered something. "Cat, you didn't just say yes to this because of the assignment right?"

Cat got a confused look on her face. "What assignment?"

Tori chuckled, held her new girlfriend tight, and replied "never mind."



Road Trip



I climbed back into the front seat with my feet bare and my hair in a wild tangle. Tugging my brush out of the confines of my purse I ran it through my hair, gazing out the passenger side window as the dry Texas landscape flew past. The light of day was quickly fading, but there seemed to be no escaping the sweltering blanket of heat that had settled over everything. I felt your right hand slide through my hair, and I closed my eyes, savoring the tingling sensation it created. I turned to face you, your palm sliding across to gently cup my cheek. Capturing your wrist, I placed a soft kiss to each fingertip, brushing my lips once across your palm before sliding your index finger into the silken confines of my mouth. 

Turning towards you I smiled, and glancing down at your lap had my grin increasing in size. My exhibition was having exactly the desired effect. It was plain to see the material in the lap area of your shorts had growing considerably tighter as I slid your finger in and out of my mouth with deliberate slowness. Earlier, I had questioned you about our destination. Picking me up after work the way you had, with my bag packed and already in the trunk, I hadn't a clue as to where we were headed. I decided to offer you one last chance to tell me where we were going. Leaning in I kissed your neck, tugging a tiny bit of flesh between my teeth as I did so. Hearing your low growl of pleasure sent tiny electrodes skittering down my spine to tingle insistantly at the apex of my thighs. 

"Where are you taking me?" I whispered against the tender skin of your throat. 

"To the stars," you whispered back, your breathing already heavier and a bit raspy as well. As alluring as a trip to the stars sounded, a frustrated sigh still managed to push past my lips, escaping into the car around us. Fine, you weren't going to tell me. No matter, I had my ways, and I would find out soon enough. Brushing my lips across your earlobe, I whispered, "open your pants." 

"WHAT?" came your breathless reply. I could practically see your cock jerk in excitement. "Why?" you asked warily, knowing full well that you would not receive an answer. I sucked your earlobe into the warm wet cavern of my mouth and teased at it with my tongue before responding. "Open ... your pants ... NOW." You sent me a half-smile, one that sought reassurance but found none, a surprised yet excited gleam in your eyes. Reaching down with one hand you yanked open the button of your shorts, tugging downwards on your zipper. When the material of your boxer-briefs was finally exposed to my eyes, I moved down to nuzzle the skin just below your ear. 

"Take out your cock." This time there was no mistaking your response. Your body physically jerked in surprise, including a part of you which was now clearly straining for release from it's current prison. Your eyes seemed glued to the road, and you held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled vise grip. Kissing your cheek and then your temple, I repeated myself. 

"Take ... out ... your ... cock." 

I said it slowly, savoring each word as it slid past my lips to dip into the recesses of your ear. You were so still I couldn't tell if you were breathing, but finally, blissfully, you lowered your hands long enough to shrug your shorts down to mid-thigh. Your erection sprang up towards me, the tip swollen and purpled with excitement. With nothing left to impede my progress, my mouth descended quickly, sliding all the way down over you until my nose pressed against the flesh of your inner thigh. The sudden sensation of being buried to the hilt within the liquid heat of my mouth caused your hips to buck upward, and your shaft slid that much deeper into my throat. A deep groan of pleasure accompanied the sudden jerk of your hips and I felt myself smile around your rigid flesh.

I started with a slow, steady up and down rhythm, my lips pulling at you as my tongue flicked back and forth over the sensitive skin. I could feel the wetness of my own excitement seeping slowly out to moisten my pussy lips, and I visibly squirmed in my seat. I barely heard you rasp, "oh god!" so engrossed was I with the taste and feel of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth. One of my hands slid between your legs to alternate between teasing lightly at your balls and raking my nails along the tender flesh of your inner thighs. I increased my pace, letting my teeth graze just barely against you, careful not to inflict any pain. I felt your hips tilt, angling your shaft even deeper into my throat as your body started to shudder

Your orgasm rocketed through you in many ways. Your low, graveled moan filled the car. Your cock bucked feverishly beneath my lips. Your entire body twitched and bucked beneath me. And of course, the warm salty elixir of your passion spurted against the back of my tongue and slid deep into my throat. My lips softened around you immediately, not wanting to cause discomfort to the suddenly sensitized area, but I didn't fully release you until I had captured every last drop. 

Sitting back up in the passenger seat, I gauged your reaction. Your chest still heaved slightly as you slowly caught your breath. Your hands had relaxed their death grip on the steering wheel, and your eyes were wide and glassy with amazement. I grinned up and you and couldn't resist asking ... "So how far is it again?"



Road Trip



{I mentioned in another story that I would write about what happened down at that man's club I belong to. The last time we went, we left just as the getting was pretty good, a woman named Sid who is a body builder was up on the stage.

We know her from the gym Debra and I belong to.

As it turns out, Sid was..well...naked? Most of you have seen those muscle shows, normally in skimpy bikinis. But this was a private show, at a private club down the coast about 90 miles.

When we figured out that the only reason those old men let us in was because they thought that Debs was going to be part of the show, we left since she was not prepared for that. The two of us were back in the car and headed home, it was raining like a Cow pissing on a flat rock when I noticed her reaction.

Debra was fairly quiet all the way home, not like her one bit. At first I thought maybe she was pissed off at me for dragging her along to a show like that, but then I realized she wasn't.

My Debs got sort of fussed up at the idea, but we were back on the road before it really registered on her.

That I figured out when she undid her seat belt, scooted over next to me and hooked up the center one. She sends signals when she gets fussed up, and she was now sending them.

I managed to stay on the road, barely.

Anyway, I did join up with that old coot's club later on, partly as a joke and partly serious, but up until a few weeks ago all I ever did was go to their local meetings. Only two of them because it's 90 miles down there.

That is mostly just old men sitting around telling each other stories, probably all lies except for the ones I told, about things they did when they were young. They drink some, play some illegal slot machines that never pay off, shoot pool, stuff like that.

But two, perhaps three times per year they have what they call "visitations" where one club chapter visits another one. There are other chapters all over the country as I found out.

That is when the shows happen, sometimes a stripper or two, sometimes some videos, I guess they bring in topless bartenders although I have never seen even that to this point. The one Debs and I tried to go to had female body builders, in pretend competition but the real idea was to see them all naked.

Just old men having some fun, harmless stuff.

So this tale is about what happened, back on September the 13th, which is a Friday, by the way. You don't have to believe me, I almost don't myself.}

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"You should go, honey." Debra told me when the envelope arrived in the mail.

"Reno? Hell, I like Reno but I didn't even go to the one they held over in Bend. Why do these things always have to be so damn far away?"

"Oh, it's not that far, you and I fly down there once or twice a year anyway."

"Reno by myself? To heck with that. Hey, why don't you come with me? That I might go for." I told her.

"OK. Let's do it, and drive down? I have two weeks off work coming, we can relax and play and you can go to your silly visitation thing."

"Hey, maybe if Jack and Terry are in town, we can get a massage or two?" I asked with a grin.

Debs smiled at that. We like those, they are naughty and fun.

So, it was decided, a road trip it would be.

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So, we decided to go, for the visitation meetings at the Loyal Order of the Eternal Yak. (Yea, that isn't what my club is really called, I have a reason for not naming it.) 

But this trip was different, normally we fly down, even though that means 3 hours driving to Portland, an hour at the airport, another 90 minutes in the air. Hell, that is six hours plus right there, the drive is only about 8 hours.

I added it up and not having to rent a room in Portland put us nearly $150.00 cheaper to drive down.

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Debs has this new Camaro she bought, I thought her buying that was silly but she liked it because it reminded her of the old 1969 Camaro she owned back in college.

I had one of those, well, a 1968 model way back when they sold used for maybe $800, I should have kept it when I see what one goes for at the auctions in today's world. That old car I fit into, this one? Well, it's nice but a bit cramped.

If you can imagine a 58 year old Registered Nurse Practitioner driving a new RS Camaro then you get the picture. My six foot frame does fit into it but barely, I have to tilt the steering wheel up with the seat all the way down and back, even then it takes some wiggling.

Riding in the passenger seat is better but not much better except I can tip the seat back and sleep.

One good thing, no way could Debs pack the suitcases the way she usually does, the trunk will hold just two of the smaller ones and one slightly bigger in the rear seat.

Nobody with legs can ride in the back seat of one of these cars. Legs don't fit between the back of the front seat and the rear one, not with me in there.

Back when we went on the ocean cruise I was grateful to see a kid show up to take the bags, at 70 years old dragging those suitcases up the ramp to the ship was out of the question for me.

This time Debs packed nice and light, she had to. Two pairs of jeans and one pair of slacks, 7 pairs of underwear for me.

Debs knows me pretty well, I guess. You older guys know all about what us old men do to underwear.

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Anyway, once we got onto interstate 5 headed South it wasn't so bad, the weather was clear and traffic was average.

Debs drove to Medford which is where we stopped for gas. That town is laid out by people with rocks in their heads, all of the streets are divided by raised concrete dividers. To make any left turn you have to turn right, go down the street, get into the left lane and cross four lanes of traffic in a U turn.

The fuel stations are not right next to the freeway like every other town in America, so we got to drive around for awhile before we finally figured out how to get to one.

Debs was muttering, then she took a shortcut across a store parking lot, made a U turn at a sign that read "No U Turn", then down an alley between two buildings. There was a "do not enter" sign but no one was coming so we entered, laughing.

"You are going to get a ticket!" I laughed at her when she did that.

"I will just explain that I am from Oklahoma, so it's OK." She laughed right back.

Debs was born in Oklahoma, but she left there when her folks moved as a little girl. That lame joke comes up often around our house.

I took over after we filled the tank, Debra's idea of driving briskly is 55 miles per hour and my computer told me the trip was 567 miles from our house on the Oregon coast.

"Should have taken an airplane." I muttered at one point.

"Slow down, Harold! You are going to kill us." Debs told me in her best little old lady voice. I guess I was rolling along just under 80 at the time.

"It's OK, we are in a high performance sports car. Any cops that see us go by will just be impressed." I wisecracked.

We were having fun, the world changed from huge Fir trees to shorter pines, then scrub trees, and pretty much just rocks as we zoomed by.

She just grinned, then she asked me to pull off at Mount Shasta, which is a small town close to the California border. I think, or maybe it is in California, I am not sure.

We ate at a place called the Black Bear Diner, kind of rustic and lots of stuff to look at. It was crazy busy which was a surprise for it being 2 in the afternoon. I discovered why when I saw the plates they brought, my God the food!

Then back on the freeway, Debra ran shotgun since she had a map she printed out on the computer. The car has a little computer in the dash, I could set the thing to record the miles to each place we needed to change roads.

Going over the mountain was a pain, it was a single lane and good lord were there lots of trucks! 20 miles per hour climbing that crooked stretch of road. Later we found highway 89 which is fairly fast, then I saw the road open up as we turned more to the South.

When I saw the sign that read "70 MPH" I slid the machine up to 85 and got into the left lane. Debra's Camaro only has a little V-6 engine but it rolls along easily, just loafing at 85.

Drifting up on traffic I never once took it off cruise control, they just slid over and let us go on by.

At one point we came up behind a slower machine, it moved over and I realized it was a California Highway patrolman.

"Oh shit!" I mumbled, but he just looked over at us and we kept right on going.

I guess there is something to be said for driving a high performance sports car, the little Camaro handles like nothing else on Earth that I ever drove and the tires are as wide as the ones on my big Dodge truck.

Then finally we were on highway 395, then highway 80 and we were there. The clock read 9 hours and 15 minutes, pretty close to what the computer said the trip took.

And my butt hurt like hell.

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We checked in at the hotel and casino, they treat us like royalty there. Ever since I won that new car way back in 2004 in a drawing, they treat me like that. Back then I hadn't met Debra yet, the first time the two of us went to this club together it was on our honeymoon and I mentioned my picture on the wall. So we had to go find it, sure enough, there was my smiling face holding up a cutout of a new car worth $42,000.00.

Yep, that is still there. I had more hair back then.

Probably because they want their money back, but that is neat because everything is free. Which is why we always stay there.

Once in the room, the first thing I did was call Jack and Terry. That is a couple who gave us massages the last time we were down there. But no luck, the two of them were in Vegas and would not be in Reno for a couple of days.

I did book them for the 12th, that is one fun couple. They do what is known as "tandem" massages, which is Debs and I both at once in the same room. By the 3rd session the two of them were used to us and had developed some trust and those rubdowns became way more naughty than the first couple of massages.

So to be honest, I was sort of looking forward to that, but not to be. Instead, we ended up going over to the Silver Legacy, they have a spa there.

Just nice normal massages over there, but my fanny was protesting and this heavy set gal did a fine job of making that feel a lot better. The lady that worked on Debra was older but she said she was OK, also.

Different rooms that time, of course.

The next two days went just like that, we soaked in the hot tub in our room, fiddled around with each other, did the different places to eat, lost our shirts on the slot machines.

The Italian place has about every pasta dish a person can imagine, and there is a 24 hour standard fare place. The Grill is our favorite, they have a salad bar to die for.

So for the first couple of days, that was the way it went. Just doing whatever popped into our heads to do. We even went down to the pool, that is nice but one must time it right or the area is shaded by the nearby tall buildings.

There was no hanky panky there, either, the hotel does not allow topless or nudity of any kind, probably due to all of the kids running around raising hell.

At one point Debs and I went outside, down one of the alleys was a club so we checked that out. They had dancers, bored looking gals wandering around with no clothes on.

"What would you say if I were to do something like that?" Debs asked me at one point.

"You mean, get up there and dance? Like...naked?" I asked her in surprise.

"Yeah." She grinned at me.

"Go for it, babe. I will even tip you a buck." I laughed. 

By the time we got back to our room Debs was feeling pretty good, so she ran a tub full of water and we got in and fiddled around for awhile.

The water was pretty hot and the jets the tub has made it feel even hotter, so I had to get out. Debs can handle way more of that than me, so I lay there on the bed and watched her.

That is great fun, my wife has one hell of a body on her for her age. With all of that gym work back home, she is barely over 120 pounds now.

When she got out and dried off and came over to climb on top of me, her body still felt hot which was nice.

Making love after a long soak is sweet, what we did was get into position and lick each other. I am lucky in that Debs loves to do that to me, but then I guess she is lucky because I love to do it to her right back.

We both keep things completely waxed, I will never forget her taking me in to have a lady do that to me.

Now that is an experience right there, let me tell you. I read about people who mix pain and pleasure, to me that seems weird but there is something there I guess. Especially if you happen to get the right gal to handle things, if you know what I mean. Yes, I know. Most wives would have your nuts in a pickle jar for something like that, not my wife. She sat out in the waiting room reading a magazine, probably giggling when I let out some yelps.

That was my first experience with that.

My Debs just happened to know the right gal, too. Being a Registered Nurse does have it's advantages, Debs knows everything about everyone in our little coastal town.

Yea, we are a couple of sexy old people, no jealousy at all between us. I think that all by itself makes our relationship different. Sex is just for us, playing is something else entirely and we have different standards of what play is than most folks.

To Debra, sexuality is a nice part of being alive, I admit I wasn't that way before but she changed me.

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A few of the men from the club began to arrive Thursday night, Henry Miller from down the coast came by our room, bringing another guy I didn't know. But then I barely know henry, what I do know about him is that you don't want to get into a pool game with him for money. He cleaned me out for $8.00 the last time, a buck a game.

We had barely gotten out of bed, it was just past 10 in the morning. We both jumped into the fuzzy white robes the hotel supplied.

Henry I guess is in his middle sixties, the other fellow was younger, probably not yet 50. Henry introduced him as David, we shook hands.

"Call me Dave." He told me, eyeballing Debs. Her robe only had a belt to wrap around the middle and tie there and it was obvious that was all she had on.

Henry was telling me the agenda for the club, I noticed Dave kept looking at Debs. Easy to see why, she had about half of her right tit and one heck of a lot of her legs showing.

Plus she kept moving around, she was right on the edge of flashing them but not quite. I am used to that, sort of. Every time we have been in Reno my Debs either has a lot showing or is running around the casino with no panties on.

She is a little bit that way, exhibitionist I mean. Now I don't really mind that one bit, it's sort of fun in the right situation. But that Dave guy had eyes like a lizard and my instinct was to go over and tug Debra's robe around some.

Finally the two of them left.

"Jeez, honey. You nearly showed that guy your beaver." I told her. She just laughed and shrugged.

"So when is your thing, you know, the big meeting?" She asked me.

"Friday evening, they have the private party room rented for the night." 

"Oh. It's just the guys, too, no wives?" She asked.

"Yea, I guess. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not. That is part of why we came, so all of you old farts can have some fun." She giggled at that, then went to get dressed.

Downstairs, I was wading into a New York steak and Eggs when I looked up and here came Sid.

You would need to see Sid to understand, she is a female body builder. Back at the gym we go to we see her all the time, without fail she wears these tiny little suits that hide right at the edge of nothing. The tops are just strings with little triangles that are maybe two square inches of cloth, the bottoms are also just strings with a triangle patch and that triangle reached barely to her butt hole.

I know that for a fact because Sid is not one bit shy, in fact she is completely proud of her body. I see her on the legs machine regular as clockwork, she knows how much is showing and I think she likes doing that.

I did get to see her completely naked just once, that was at that show she and a couple of other gals were putting on down the coast way back. Even after having seen her in her tiny work out outfits, seeing her nude up on the stage was spectacular.

Women who work out a lot seem to develop vaginas that bulge, now I am not sure as to why that is but I know it is true. Debra's has been doing that also, at first I thought it was just because she went and got her loins waxed but now I am sure she is much puffier in that department than she was 5 years ago when we got married.

Or maybe it is because I fiddle with her a couple of times a week, maybe that is it? I know, I am 70 and supposed to be slowing down but my gal won't stand for that.

Anyway, Sid had on a tank top style T-shirt that was cut off to show her muscular belly, and a pair of slacks that someone must have pulled over her fanny and then tamped it down.

Good lord did she look nasty, her smallish boobs shoved out against the top she had on, clear as a bell.

"Hey, guys!" She called out, heading for our table. She had another overly muscled woman with her.

That one looked a little bit scarey, her arms and shoulders made mine look skinny and I am right at 180 pounds now.

"This is Kathy, she is here for the show." We all shook hands and they joined us. Kathy was a short haired redhead, the color was clearly not real. Her boobs appeared to be not real, either, like Sid her nipples poked out and it was clear she had no bra on either. Instead of jiggling like real boobs do, hers sort of hopped up and down.

They were getting quite a few looks from the other folks in the restaurant, but I think both of them were completely used to that.

We all chatted about everything under the Sun, then Sid and Debs got up to go use the bathroom.

Which left me alone with Kathy.

"You are cute, Sid told me all about you." She gave me a big smile.

"Hopefully she lied." I wisecracked.

Kathy tipped her head back and laughed at the lame joke.

"Sid was telling me about you, how your wife says you are quite the stud." She looked me in the eyes, which I now realized were green. Green enough in fact that I was thinking they were contacts.

"Uhh...my wife brags too much." I managed.

"I am betting she doesn't need to make very much up. Sid tells me you are hung like a Horse!" Kathy leaned forward and whispered to me. Her right hand reached out and touched my left forearm.

All that did was make my face turn red. I must admit that it is not a normal thing to have a pretty muscle bound woman sitting at my table rather blatantly flirting with me. Hell, I am 70 years old, for crying out loud.

Just then Debs and Sid came back and saved me.

Later, I told Debs what Kathy had said.

"Why, that little bitch! I can't believe that, she knows you and I are married. And how in the hell does Sid know you are hung like a horse?" She looked at me, I caught the smirk in her eyes.

"I..I don't know, I haven't exactly made it a practice of going around and showing off my junk to women. Besides, I'm not....?"

"Oh yes you are, honey." Debs was laughing now.

OK. That made me feel sort of good, it would any man to know his woman brags about him.

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That afternoon Jack and Terry arrived, they came up to the room. Jack and I shook hands, Terry gave me a huge hug while Jack gave Debra one.

Like I mentioned, this couple have become sort of friends, they do massages and of course we pay them because that is their business. But we also take them out to dinner, we visit, back home we keep in touch via Facebook and email.

The relationship is not exactly close friends, but still close to that if that makes any sense at all.




Road Trip



Yes, those massages have gone way past what the massage profession considers normal. Debra and I have talked a lot about what we both have allowed them to do. We are at terms with that, it is fun and it feels good. Jack does not put his fingers inside, he does look and he does touch and Terry does the same with me.

So both of us have been masturbated to orgasm by them, that might be difficult to explain but it is a one way thing, a gift if you will.

I got to watch that, too, which is one hell of a kick in the ass and from what I read here, is a lot of you guy's fantasies. Think of the fun you can have with each other if your own wife would do that for you? Let you watch, I mean, while they willingly accept pleasure from another?

Society says that people should not do things like that, I say screw society.

No actual sex, no actual penetration, just touch and rubbing by someone who knows what they are doing and your mate gets to have pleasure while you watch?

Yea, it's a kick. I also discovered that Debra loves to watch me letting someone play, now that really is a kick. She gets hot as a pistol after, and we have a hell of a lot of fun with each other.

Neither one of them have taken off any clothing and they never will, it is not that type of situation. Some might look down on a couple doing something like that, but the truth is that it feels wonderful.

Before long we were on their tables, getting those long and luxurious strokes. With this couple, there no longer are any inhibitions, and before very long we were both quite naked.

Watching Jack at the foot of the table running his hands up Debra's legs, his thumbs slipping upwards and over her bulging lips is something that I know I am supposed to get upset about.

I don't. In fact that is where I learned that trick and I use it on my wife regular as clockwork.

Watching Debra's reactions are interesting. Her face screws up as she climaxes, I am fairly sure mine does the same. I remember glancing over at Debs one time, she was sitting up on the edge of the table watching. Jack was behind her, rubbing her sides and around to her tits, getting them all shiny with the oil he uses. Terry had my cock in her hands and was rubbing and squeezing me as Debs watched that in fascination.

Jack and Terry are worth the $240.00 they get for their sessions.

Then later, after they leave, damned if I don't manage to sometimes get it up again and Debs and I make love, at least usually. The massages are strangely almost like...foreplay? I do know that our own lovemaking is way more powerful with each other.

Real love makes sex lots better, that is truth.

Later, I also slept like a stone, good thing we set the alarm or I would have slept right through the meeting of the club I was supposed to attend.

+++

"Get up, honey. It's time." Debra was poking me, so I got up, took a quick shower.

I asked Debs what she was going to do.

"I guess I will go play the machines, see if I can win us some money." She told me. I gave her a big kiss and headed down to the party.

There was a guy I didn't know at the door, he checked my membership card. My seat was just to the right of the center of the stage, up front. The stage was maybe three feet off the main floor, the edge of it about six feet away.

A waitress came by so I ordered a drink. She had on a short black skirt, all she wore up top was pasties. No panty hose either, just panties. Easy to tell, they were pink and I could see the bottoms of them when she walked away. Now that was different, out on the casino floor they all wear black but have pushup bras on. Almost all of them are admirably endowed.

The lights went down over the audience, there was perhaps 25 or 30 of us in there. Talk about a sea of white hair. A comedian came out and told a dozen off color jokes, he was actually pretty good.

They announced the first dancer, she looked to be perhaps 20 years old and slender, but strong appearing. By the end of the 2nd tune she was naked, and it was clear she had everything waxed. She even lay down on a towel and spread her legs. 

I looked, sure I did but it was not exactly what I would call exciting. The next one out was similar, she went through her paces just like the first one. Both of the first two had muscles in places that I don't even have places.

Then there was Sid. Now Sid is best described as spectacular, that I was interested in. She did a lot of those muscle poses, then off came her bikini top. She danced around, using her chest muscles to make her boobs hop up and down. She can do that one at a time or both at once.

Everyone was laughing, cheering, clapping, me too.

Sid looked down and saw me, she turned around and bent over, sliding her bottoms down right in front of me. Then she turned to face me and squatted down, good lord that woman has a mass of flesh between her legs.

Then I saw something I didn't know she could do, she actually opened her pussy up and closed it, just using her muscles. That was amazing to watch. I can only imagine what that might feel like, my Debs can do that a little bit but nothing at all like Sid could.

I couldn't help it, it was so completely naughty that I started to get an erection. Then Sid went back stage, the next one out was that Kathy we had met at breakfast.

She did the same thing Sid did, it was like she was dancing for me. When her bottoms came off, she was looking me right in the eyes, a half smile on her face. Hell, she appeared to be hung like a Horse herself. That was naughty too, and I was having fun. I also noticed the other girls were now moving around the audience in the room, I hadn't seen them come in. They were sitting in some of the men's laps, collecting bills as they went. Guys were having a ball, holding bills over each other's heads. Sid came over and sat on my knees, holding my shoulders as she leaned back.

"So what do you think, Danny? Do you like seeing me like this?" She whispered as I slipped her a 5 dollar bill. Her voice was husky and she looked pretty damp down there. She stayed there like that for a minute or two, until the song ended.

She slipped away and was replaced by Kathy, who was way more aggressive. Her hands came down and fondled my groin, I wanted to push her hands away but I didn't. I gave her a bill also. Kathy leaned forward and nuzzled my neck, her fake titties pressed against my chest.

"If you feel up for it, come on by my room, I am in 2420." She told me. Before I could answer, she slipped away.

I took a deep breath. Kathy was working the guy a couple of seats down from me, I saw Sid across the room with that Dave guy I had met earlier trying his best to feel her up and not having much success. It appeared that Sid was way stronger than he was, I almost laughed at that.

Just then some loud music came on, the announcer said something about the treat of the evening.

Then the house lights went lower.

I looked up, a woman stepped out onto the stage.

She had on a mask over her eyes, and what looked like a not very expensive wig on.

It took me a moment to realize, since the outfit was an ordinary bikini, with what looked like a flowery coverup over it. I had seen that same coverup down by the pool area.

That woman was my Debs!!

My jaw dropped, I almost could not believe this!

Debs danced around the stage, her mature body was in complete contrast to the younger women who had just been up there. The entire room fell silent for several long seconds.

"Holy shit! What a woman!" Someone in back of me called out. The whole place broke out in clapping as she danced around the stage.

Then Debs turned her back, reached behind and tripped her top. It fell loose, her hands came up to grasp the cups, and she turned again to face the crowd. They all broke out in more war whoops.

This was no overly muscled almost masculine body up there, this was clearly an in shape but soft appearing female. The mask added mystery to it somehow.

Debs dropped her top, her breasts bare for the crowd. Her flesh seemed darker, I realized she must have applied spray tan, or makeup of some kind. She danced two entire songs that way, then slipped back stage.

I figured that was it, no way in the world would my Debs go any further. Then a slow song came on, a leg appeared from behind the split in the curtain, working back and forth. I recognized that leg. Most of the guys were now on their feet. I glanced around, the other women that had been working the crowd were all gone.

Then Debra slipped through the curtain, she had on a wisp of cloth at her waist I had never seen before. There wasn't a hell of a lot to it, either, barely wide enough to cover her, with lace around the edges. She moved over and stood before me, looking down at me. I could see her eyes through the holes in the mask.

Her hands moved to her hips, grasping the waistband. She looked down at me and smiled, then mouthed the words, "I love you."

I realized I was holding my breath.

Next she tripped the catch, the wisp of cloth snapped loose and ended up in one hand.

There was my wife, completely naked up on a stage in front of over two dozen complete strangers, the only thing she had on was a mask.

And she was, in that exact instant, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. With a last sidelong glance at me, Debra danced around the stage. She didn't lay down on the floor and spread her legs like the other women had, she didn't need to. There was nothing hidden at all.

There must have been over a hundred dollars that was tossed up onto the stage, Debs ignored that. As she went back through the curtain when the song ended, one of the other girls came out and collected the money.

I sat there in what I can only describe as surprise, shock. I was also as hard as I ever remember getting.

There were just two more numbers, Sid did one and one of the other women I didn't know did the other one.

+++

I waited outside the room for a half hour, but Debra didn't come out. I overheard several of the guys talking, all of them were talking about that mystery woman. It looked like some of them might be waiting for her to come out, also.

Then I figured she must have gotten by me so I headed up to our room.

Sure enough, she was sitting there in one of the chairs when I walked in. She had on one of the robes the hotel supplied.

"Hi, honey. Did you like the show?" She asked me.

"I don't believe that, never in a million years.....?" I managed.

"I have always wanted to, honey. You aren't upset, are you?" She asked.

"No. Good lord, no. You were the hit of the evening, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"Goodie. That was a one time thing, I will never do anything like that again." She stood up, slipped the robe off her shoulders. She had on that same bikini she had when she stepped out onto the stage.

"Oh, God. Dance for me again, OK?" I asked.

"I can do you better than that." She gently pushed me back into a chair, straddled my legs.

"God, you showed off everything for those guys." I mumbled.

"Yep, I sure did. The gals told me I made them $97.00 on that last song alone." She laughed.

"Maybe you missed your calling!" I teased her.

"They really did like me, didn't they?" Debs asked.

"Yep, babe. They sure did." I had already gotten her top off and was worrying her bottoms down. I reached around her fanny and slipped my fingers up in there, finding her juicy as she can get.

"Looks like there is something I need to fix." I told her.

Yes, I did actually manage one more time, think about it. I am 70 years old, and that made four times in less than a full week.

Right there in the chair, her knees folded up towards me, her underwear pulled down just enough to manage it.

Things get bigger, too, with regular use. After all, I am hung like a Horse...well..a small Horse anyway.

+++

Thus far our trip was the naughtiest and most sex filled trip we have ever taken, and I will say that I do not feel my age at all. Well, sometimes, but she sure as hell keeps me on my toes and interested, that wife of mine.

The next morning we went down to get a bite to eat, there sat that Henry guy and Dave, the one with the lizard eyes. They waved us over, so we joined them.

Henry talked about the show, and when he mentioned the mystery woman I realized he hadn't recognized Debra. She sat there and ate, listening to him rave about how gorgeous she was without even changing expression.

But Dave kept looking at Debra oddly. I was thinking he knew, or at least thought he did.

"That was you, wasn't it?" He finally popped up with, asking her point blank.

Debra looked at me, I just shrugged.

"Uh huh." She told him with a smile. Henry got a startled look on his face at that, then he went off on how I was the luckiest guy on Earth and how he would love it if his own wife would do something like that.

Dave sat there with a shit eating grin on his face and didn't say anything.

Then Debra got up to go use the women's room, Dave leaned in and asked me if we ever did any swinging.

"No, of course not." I told him.

"When we get back home, how about my wife and I come over for a visit, she is quite a fox herself." He suggested.

This had Henry looking back and forth at us in surprise.

"Debs and I just aren't into that, OK?" I told him.

"OK. But we will see each other from time to time." Dave told me with a smirk.

"Why?" I asked. Hell, I didn't know him at all, and I know just about everyone in our tiny coastal town.

"My wife and I bought out the tire shop on main street." He told me with a grin.

"Walt's place?" I asked. Walt has been a fixture in our town for a couple of decades.

"Yes, that one." Dave grinned broadly.

"I see. Well, Debra was just having some fun, it's no big deal but it might be nice if no one said anything, OK?" I told him.

"My lips are sealed." He said with a grin.

+++

Debra came back, we finished breakfast and went back to our room.

I told her what Dave had said, and that he was going to be a local.

"Oh shit." She muttered.

"Yea, think about it. 600 miles from home and sure as hell we do something naughty and run into someone we will need to deal with?" I muttered.

"I was dancing mostly for you, honey." Debra told me. Then she started laughing.

"What is so funny?" I asked.

"I was thinking that if that guy ever shows up at my office, I will assign him to Old Doc Barker." She giggled.

Doc Barker is of course the mandatory actual Doctor they have on staff at the clinic Debra works at, all the rest of them are either Physician's Assistants or Registered Nurses.

He is well into his 80's.

+++

So that is what happened, I got to see my own wife up on a stage, naked as she could be in front of a room full of strangers.

Just a silly fantasy of hers, and something she did to tease me at the same time.

As luck would have it, just one of those guys turned out to be a local, something Debra didn't expect since our town does not even have a chapter of that man's club. The nearest one is 90 miles down the coast.

We have been home for about a week as I write this, so far there has been nothing. No comments, no stories going around, if there were I think I would have heard of it.

So maybe it will be nothing, who knows?

But I have this feeling deep down inside, that Dave guy did have eyes like a lizard and he did suggest that he and his wife might be interested?

Not our thing, that. Sure, we can get naughty from time to time, and it's a kick and keeps life interesting. But actually swing?

Nope. Not our thing.

Oh well. The trip sure was a hell of a lot of fun. 



Road Trip



The story you are about to read is true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Several years ago, the wife and I had a visit from our daughter Ann and grand-daughter Holly. Ann had hooked up with a real son of a bitch and lo and behold, gave birth to her only daughter. We tried to help out as much as we could but being 1500 miles away, we didn't visit very often. So we decided to fly them out to California once Ann finally dumped that rascal. It was also a present for Holly when she graduated high school. She was now 19 and certainly not the sweet little granddaughter I once knew.

My heart skipped a few beats when I saw Holly as we picked up the girls at the airport. My grand-daughter was always a cute and sweet girl. But now there was no question that she was a grown woman.

She was wearing a very short black frilly skirt (kind of like what Madonna used to wear), with her big boobs spilling out her top. If that didn't shock me enough, my sweet little grand-daughter had purple and blue hair! She didn't just "fill out", Holly was really chunky. Just a slight breeze and her short skirt would raise up, revealing her ample creamy-white ass!

"Hi Papa!" she squealed as she jumped into my arms. 

As I gave Ann a hug and a kiss, she rolled her eyes a bit in reference to her daughter's lewd behavior.

"Please don't start, dad. She's at that age." Ann whispered to me.

I kept my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself. Little did anyone know, I couldn't help myself from thinking about sliding my cock up that little vixen's tight pussy!

We loaded up the car and headed home. Oh boy, this was not going to be easy for a horny old man like me!

The next day I did something I hadn't done in years. I masturbated three times! That little tart Holly really had me going! In the morning, she jumped on my lap and damned near spilled my coffee. Wearing only a tee-shirt and panties, Holly snuggled and kissed me. My God, that tee-shirt left nothing to the imagination. Her ample young breasts strained the material and barely covered her fat little ass. Her firm little nipples poled through the fabric. It didn't take long at all for me to retire to the bathroom, yank out my old prick, and release a big load of cum into the toilet. Afterwards, I couldn't help but think how disgusted my wife would be if she knew what I was thinking.

Later that afternoon, Holly put on the skimpiest bathing suit to play in our pool. Round two, and I was jacking off like crazy watching her from our bedroom window. When Janet and Ann were making chicken, ribs, and all the fixings, I entertained Holly at several games of table tennis. Just watching her wiggle and jiggle with her cute little top and cut-off jeans were enough to send me back to the bathroom. Round three and I was jerking my meat, thinking of all the incestuously nasty things I dreamed of doing with Holly. 

Janet and I spent some time planning a good visit for the girls. We decided a on a road trip to Disneyland, about a four hour drive. To avoid most traffic, we thought that it would be best to drive at night. My vision isn't the best these days, so I handed the keys of my Crown Vic to Ann. My wife hates sitting in back, so that left Holly and me in the rear. Jeez, four hours in the backseat with a hot little vixen like Holly...if ever my heart was going to give it would be now.

It didn't surprise me at all that little Holly would snuggle up to her "Papa". She always called me Papa instead of Grandpa. What did surprise me is what she started saying and doing. She started off by whispering how she loves being with so and so, the boys of her age. Her mother was right, she was at that age and definitely "boy crazy". Then she started in with "Do you think I'm too fat?" and "Are my boobs too big?" remarks. With her ample young breasts pressing up against me, I couldn't help but feel my cock grow.

It took everything I had to resist her and berate her for her lewd comments and behavior.

"Papa, do you and Grandma still have sex? Do you fuck her good and hard?" she whispered. That was it. I couldn't help but tell her she was a little vixen and we shouldn't talk about that. Lord help me, that little tart started rubbing the crotch of my trousers and kept egging me on.

"I bet Grandma doesn't fuck at all, and you need to jack it off," she teased. "Do you watch porn Papa and jack off your cock? I bet you do. I bet you jerk off your dick because Grandma doesn't like to fuck anymore."

"Mom, I need to pee. Can we stop soon?" Holly suddenly said.

We stopped at a rest area and I grabbed a blanket from the trunk. Not long after Holly snuggled back up to me under the blanket.

"I took off my panties Papa," Holly purred, "I don't like wearing them much but mom makes me."

Thank God Ann had the radio turned on. I couldn't believe how brazen my grand-daughter was acting! Holly wasted no time at all fishing for my cock! She took my hand and thrust it between her chubby thighs.

"Feel how wet I am, Papa," she whispered in my ear.

Hot damn! I had a raging hard-on feeling my grand-daughter's sweet little pussy! All the while I could see my daughter's eyes in the rear view mirror and my wife sitting right in front of me!

Holly took a firm grip on my cock, damned if that girl wasn't giving me a handjob under the blanket!

"Boys like it when I do this Papa," she cooed.

I told her she was a little vixen and if she kept it up, she was going to make her old Grandpa come. Son-uv-a-bitch, if that tart didn't wrap her lips around my prick! I admit I didn't last long at all and spurted my spunk right into her mouth!I hadn't had a blowjob in years! And from my own grand-daughter!

"Gramma, can I have a drink of your water?" And with that, Holly swished her mouth around, swallowing my jizz!

Finally settling into the hotel, I was exhausted mentally and physically after the drive. What the hell was with this young gal? We planned to get up early, go to the Denny's for breakfast then ride the mono-rail into the park when Disneyland opened.

My heart skipped another beat when we greeted Ann and Holly the next morning. I was surprised that Ann was wearing a rather revealing outfit. She's a good looking woman and obviously hoping to find a "good man". She gave me a big hug, as any daughter would.

"Thank you so much for doing this for us Dad," she whispered to me giving me a kiss on the cheek. 

Never in my life had I looked at my daughter in a purely sexual way. But I couldn't help but doing so now! Ann prided herself with beautiful long red locks, her hair has been gorgeous since she was a child. Approaching 40, she still had some looks on her too! She was "cursed" with her fair skin and a plethora of freckles. Framed with rather small boobs and a very curvy butt, she's a rather attractive woman. After what her daughter did to me last night, I couldn't help but thinking nasty thoughts of Ann as well!

Holly's outfit was simply outrageous! She was dressed as a sultry version of Minnie Mouse! Her skirt was very short, red with white polka dots...her chubby legs encased in black nylons. She was wearing a very tight white t-shirt, that barely contained her fat tits and belly, boasting "Daddy's Girl" script on a pink heart logo. And in her hair was a matching red bow with white dots. 

Damn! How brazen could this girl get? Any normal man looking at her would simply see "fuck me" written all over her! I guess Ann noticed my reaction to Holly's attire.

"It's okay Dad, we're here to have fun and she's just doing that to shock people," Ann whispered. "It's kind of a cosplay thing."

I didn't know exactly what "cosplay" was but I liked it! My wife simply scoffed at Holly's outfit and that was that. She's truly ignorant of the thoughts and desires of men and immediately took control of what we would do first...what rides and attractions Disneyland had to offer.

"Shit, Mom! I forgot my phone and HAVE to send pics to Jenn and Bethany!" Holly blurted as soon as we got into the park.

"It's okay, Papa will take me back on the mono-rail and then we can meet up here while you and Gramma do some shopping!"

Moments later, we were riding the near empty mono-rail back to the hotel. Damn! This gal simply loved to wiggle and jiggle her fat little ass! For ANYONE to see! And boy, many men were looking from the train to hotel! Once inside the hotel room, I couldn't help but grab Holly and tell her what a little slut she was!

"You little tart! You dare fuck around with a man like me?" I yelled.

Within moments, I had ripped open her black nylon bodysuit exposing her fat creamy-white ass and sweet little pussy. 

I dropped my slacks, revealing my very hard prick. Despite any regret, I slammed Holly's head into mattress and grabbed her ample ass.

"You like that? You little slut! You're gonna take Papa's cock right now!" I yelled, forcing my cock up her tight puss!

Damn! I was fucking her relentlessly, slapping her chubby cheeks until her ass was bright red! I stuck my thumb up her exposed asshole, giving her the ride of her life! I couldn't last long and felt her twitching while I fed my spunk up her tight little hole! Damn, would the girl get pregnant? She later assured me she was on the pill, the little slut she was I didn't doubt her.

Any chance we got, I fucked that girl to no end! When my wife and Ann went for a "spa treatment", I prodded my cock right up Holly's tight little asshole! She told me about never having anal sex but that wouldn't stop me! That pink little hole, framed by her fat asscheeks, was begging to be licked and fucked! Even when Holly begged me to stop, I couldn't help myself and pushed my cock-head right up her bung.

"Oh fuck, it's too big, Papa!" she exclaimed.

At that point, I really didn't care.

"Take that fucking prick up your ass!" I yelled at my grand-daughter.

"You little slut... you need this, don't you?" I pulled her locks and spewed my jizz right up her fat little ass.

It didn't end there. Whenever I got I chance, I fucked Holly senseless. But it only took about another year before she followed in her mother's footsteps. She was knocked up, now 20 years old, and her "man" had left her.



Field Trip



Everyone is over 18 in this.

So here I am, a man who is 16 years older than I am has his hands in my hair, pushing my head down on his cock and pulling it back up again while two teenagers go at it like rabbits in the hotel room next to ours. I'm so horny I can barely control my hands, my arms, or anything. With my one shaky hand I'm holding the base of his cock while my mouth sucks hard as he's pulling me up again, breathing heavily, demanding I look up at him while I suck his cock. I need to be fucked so badly. How did I get here? I am on one hand hoping it never ends, while on the other hand can't wait until it does so we can do it again. 

I have a friend, Jessica, who is about 2 years older than I am. I'm almost 28, she just turned 30. She has been a student teacher at a nearby high school for a few years now, and this is the first year she was asked to help out with the school's cheer leading team. I remember laughing pretty hard when she told me that. If you knew her, you would understand why it's just a ridiculous thought. Why? Well... it isn't that she is a tomboy, per se. It is that she's not exactly a girly girl. She's geeky, a little overweight, does nothing with her hair, I don't think she even owns lip gloss, and when she has to dress up she seems that she doesn't even know what to do with herself. Throughout our school years, she always had things to say about "cheerleader bimbos". She's a hilarious girl, and she has the most adorably bubbly personality. She would probably do best in an elementary school setting rather than high school, as she's always seemed like a big kid to me. 

But nevertheless, there she was telling me all about agreeing to help with the cheerleading team. I didn't have to tease her; she did all of it for me. We had a few drinks while watching Game of Thrones reruns and laughing about her upcoming adventures. I told her I'd come watch her sometime. Hell, it would probably be more amusing for ME than anything else. 

I remember the first time I went to see it, expecting a big old mess, but not much was going on. They were out on the field doing a lot of nothing. The girls were in little groups, some stretching, most talking and doing a few moves. There were 2 guys on the team and I admit to wondering if they were gay. They were good looking, about the same height. One was built with a bit of a tan, and wavy hair with natural looking highlights. The other wasn't built or muscular but in good shape, with short black hair. The girls, all your typical high school cheerleader stereotypes: Blonde, brunettes, a few redheads, all skinny and perky and pretty. The coach seemed preoccupied on his phone, my friend on hers as well. This high school had a reputation for having a pretty good cheer leading team. Not the best, but pretty damn good, so I was wondering why everyone was slacking.

My friend noticed me and came over to me excitedly. 

She explained that they were warming up, or at least supposed to be, and that the coach was on the phone with one of the girl's moms because of something stupid and irrelevant to this story. 

We talked for a little while, when the coach who had previously been facing away had turned towards us before heading in our direction. As he got closer, I got a good look at him. I remember thinking "wow, those eyes!!" They were light grey, with a hint of blue. He wasn't exactly tanned, but his skin showed he had obviously been in the sun, which made the color of his eyes pop, even with his sun visor on. 

"Hello... visitor..." he said extending his hand. 

"Hello... coach dude..." I replied in my usual smartass fashion, giving a quick hand shake.

Coach-dude smiled and said "Coach Dude. I like it. Although I'm known around here as Mr. Hammond. But to faculty and friends, just Shawn." 

I introduced myself and there was a moment of idle chit chat, but I do not recall exactly what was said, just before Jessica cut in saying "Anyways... Shouldn't we start now? And what did Mrs. Paton say?"

Shawn turned to me, told me it was nice meeting me, and walked off with my friend to fill her in on his phone call, and then they got to work. I watched for a little as they did their thing. It was pretty boring. 

My boyfriend Jackson (who had been mentioned in previous stories) and I broke up not long before all of this, so I did not feel bad about checking out Shawn or the boys on the team. But after a little the boredom took over, and I waved goodbye to Jessica and took off.

Later that night, I asked Jessica if she wanted to get together. She came over and we did some random crafty things and some shopping on eBay. At some point, Shawn was brought up. She told me she noticed he was flirting a little, and she figured she would "save me" by distracting him. I told her I didn't need saving, I thought he was attractive. She gave me an "eww" face, and went "Dude, he's old. And married. That's just weird." I reminded her that I liked older men, and that flirting was harmless. She just shook her head, telling me "you're weird," and went on about our business. 

I decided not to go to any more practices because they were boring. I've never been a cheerleader, or even interested in cheerleading, so it just didn't interest me. So when I was asked to go on a 3 day trip to keep my friend company and to help chaperone, my first instinct was to say no. It was a competition in Maryland, though, and I've always wanted to visit Maryland anyway. It wasn't far from the beach, even though the weather was too cold for that. Plus, there'd be more time to look at the coach and maybe get the chance to flirt back a little. So I finally agreed. 

The day of the trip came, and the school had paid for rooms that had two beds, but I wasn't sure if mine would be covered or not so I just got my own room, with one queen size bed in it. 

I don't want to bore you with details, but the first day and night were uneventful. Nothing worth writing about. The second day was the competition and I went and watched. Honestly, the other team was better. Afterwards, some of the kids went to lunch and to the movies with a few of the parent chaperones while we stayed back with the ones who decided not to go. Around 830 or 9, most of the students were in their rooms, the rest were free to roam the hotel I guess. Jessica and I went to the hotel bar, and were sipping on some drinks, and starting to feel pretty good, when Shawn walked in and sat by himself and ordered food and a beer. My stupid tipsy self yelled "Hey!! Shawn-Dude-Coach-Guy!! Come sit over here!!" I looked at my friend who was patting the seat next to her, then looked at me and winked. He sat with us, we all joked around, flirted, with each other, had a good time drinking. Around 10, Jessica announced she was going to bed, and asked if I was going too. I told her I was going to stay for a few more drinks. She left, told me text her if I needed anything, and gave me a "hint hint" look. Wasn't entirely sure what she meant. 

So then there was Shawn and I at the bar. 

We started talking and even flirting some more. Maybe it was the drinks, but I was finding myself wanting to sleep with him more and more every second. But he was married; I figured at most it was some harmless flirting. But damn was I horny for him. I remember at one point he "accidentally touched my knee, and I felt tremors all throughout me. It was obvious that he noticed because not long after, he did it again, except this time he rubbed my leg a little higher up before letting it rest there, acting rather non-chalant about it while I could see in his face that he knew exactly what he was doing. 

As we talked, I mentioned how Jessica and I were basically Game of Thrones addicts, and that I had it on my laptop to watch before I went to sleep up in my room. He said he'd probably end up watching the news because he wasn't about to pay for movies in his room. I then had the drunkenly brilliant idea to invite him to my room to watch a movie. (Yea, a movie. Right.) And he at first gave me a look that I couldn't quite comprehend. So I said "Relax, I know you're married, I mean JUST a movie!"

He said "Well it's not hurting anything, right?"

"Nope." I replied. 

We talked for a few minutes, light conversation. He was obviously antsy at this point and said "I'm just about finished here, how about you?"

"Me too. Just one more shot!"

Shawn flagged the bartender down, ordered me another shot of my favorite, Captain Jack, and we were on our way upstairs. Normally I'd have been worried about someone seeing us go into my room together, but I was drunk at that point and wasn't really thinking about it. 

We got to my room and I pulled out my laptop to put a movie on. I've got a bunch downloaded, and in that mix is some porn. I completely forgot about that!! He pointed out some of the weird titles with a smirk and I jokingly yelled at him, saying "Hey, don't judge me. I'm single and I have needs too!" He smiled and said "Hey, no judging from me! That's hot that you watch porn! Do you ever—" and then he stopped, saying "Never mind."

"What, play with myself? Duhhh." I said. 

"I figured that was a dumb question. Why else would you watch it? I just wanted to hear you say it, " he said, winking. 

Damn, was I horny as hell.

So anyways, we ended up not picking a movie, but he sat on my bed, and I sat in a chair next to my bed and we just talked for a while. The conversations went back and forth between being sexual, and casual. I was starting to wonder if anything was even going to happen. 

In almost no time, we heard commotion in the next room. Talking, giggling, and then a thud on the bed. Shawn recognized the sound as one of the cheerleaders, Trisha. We couldn't hear exactly what she was saying but we did hear another male voice. One of the male cheerleaders perhaps? Anyways. Two teenagers, alone in a hotel room... what do you think happened next?

It didn't take long before we heard some movement on the bed, with some giggling. Shawn and I had stopped talking and were both listening to see what would happen next, I think hoping we would start hearing this girl get her pussy pounded by this hot young guy. And then it started. It started slow, a few quiet moans. That went on for a while and Shawn and I started talking, both trying to make it seem like we didn't want to be listening. But the frequent silences between us told each other that we did. 

Trisha was in the other room, presumably being eaten out, for a good 10 minutes or so. Her moans were soft at first, but over time was getting a little more frequent. I was so horny I considered going into the bathroom to finger some tension away. Her moans got louder and finally I said "Ok, I can't help it. I'm getting so fucking horny listening to those two!" (As though I wasn't horny enough before.) Just then we hear her yell out "Oh fuck... Oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum AHHH" followed by some moans and screams. 

"Ohmygod, you think you're horny, I'm about to explode. I think I ought to head back to my room, and take care of this before I do something I'm going to regret doing. It's been way too long since I've had sex" But he made no effort to move. He just looked at me, with a look that was begging for me to ask him to stay. I was happy to oblige. 

"But wait! Don't you want to hear the rest of the show? I'm anxious to see how long this goes on." I said, sitting on the bed next to him, staring directly at him. 

"I guess I can stay for a little while..." he said quietly. I smiled at him, but didn't do anything. 

That's when we heard the bed moving. Some rustling, something hitting the wall. Then we heard them moan in unison, followed by the sounds of the bed rocking steadily with her moaning and crying out. 

Next door, I was afraid to move, afraid the slightest motion would send me soaring into an intense orgasm that I wouldn't be able to hide. We weren't saying anything, we weren't moving. He sat on the bed, his back against the pillows and the headboard. Me, sitting curled up, knees pointed at him, leaning against the back of the bed, facing him. Our own breathing was getting heavier as we listened. 

Trisha was saying... Pleading, almost... "Fuck me... Fuck me hard... Oh fuck yea... Give me that hard cock..." In between moans, screams and squeals. This girl had a filthy mouth for being only 18. The rocking of the bed next to us was getting harder and faster and finally I said "Hey..." to Shawn, to get his attention. He turned to me, looking almost stoned, and I kissed him hard. Immediately his hand was grabbing my head, pulling me towards him. The minute our tongues met I felt a wave of electricity shoot thru me. Without hesitation I straddled him and pressing myself against him. His cock was straining against his pants. I knew he was married, I knew he even had kids, but right now I didn't care, and he didn't seem too concerned about it either. 

I was grabbing his shirt, bunching it up in my hands unconsciously while he held my head firmly against his, kissing hard while pushing his hips up to meet mine a few times. 

I broke the kiss, saying "I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have done that, you've got a..." and trailed off, referring to his wife, and his family. 

"I know" he said softly. "I should feel bad right?" he said, chuckling. "But all I can think is getting my—" and he stopped, letting out a low grunt. I kissed him again hard and we went back to our slow "dry humping" for a while before I stopped again. 

I giggled, and said "This is so wrong..." 

"Pfft. You don't have to tell me." He replied, laying himself down flat with me on top of him. He tried to kiss me again, but I moved my head slightly back so he couldn't. I continued the slow thrusting motions of my hips, against his. He looked at me confused, and I gave him a devilish smile. 

"Do you ever think about the girls?" I asked. 

"What?" He answered. 

"Do you ever think about the girls in this way? Do you ever think of, you know, fucking them?" I asked. I never stopped moving against him. 

"No! They're in high school!" He answered. 

I started kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt, then said "You don't?" I asked again. "You don't think about those perky, hot little cheerleaders on your dick?" 

I felt him throb against the fabric separating the two of us. He didn't say anything, just closed his eyes, and pressed his hips up again to meet mine. 

"I think you do." I told him, smiling. 

I was unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his neck. I moved up and kissed his earlobe, and he groaned. 

"Do you ever think about them sucking you off?" I asked. 

After a few seconds of silence, Shawn, whose eyes were still closed, whose breathing was as rapid as mine and who was getting as hot as I was, breathlessly said:

"yes..." 

His shirt was now unbuttoned, revealing a plain white t-shirt underneath. I kissed him again, never stopping our own motion while we listened to next door. The motion of the bed of our young neighbors was getting more intense, the couple next door getting louder. We heard her scream "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming, uhhhh!! Oh fuuuuck!!" followed by more screaming. When she quieted down, the sounds of the mattress being pounded picked up, and was louder and harder for about a minute before we heard the sound of a young man moaning and saying "Ah god I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna... UHHHHHHHHHH..." and then the pounding stopped, and we heard him grunting, and her moaning and saying what sounded like "ohhh yea... Cum all over me... Mmmm... Cum on my tits..." followed by some other things we couldn't make out. 

Shawn and I pressed our bodies against each other harder and started making out again. In seconds, he had his hands at the bottom of my shirt tugging it off. I sat up and helped him pull it off, and he sat up taking his off as well. We went back to kissing, but this time I left enough room between us for my hands to reach down to undo his belt and zipper. As soon as I got to the button on his pants, he moved my hands away, I think he was having second thoughts. We looked at each other for a minute, then started kissing again for another minute. I wanted his cock so bad!

I broke the kiss to tell him "That was hot, listening to those two. "

"Yea.." he said softly. 

"I bet you were picturing it, weren't you? I was." I said in a sultry kind of voice. "I was picturing her laying on the edge of the bed, him kneeling on the floor eating her out, then ramming his cock into her with her feet up on his shoulders, what do you think?" I asked.

Instead of answering, he kissed me again. Then he said "they're young. Give them a little while, they'll be at it again, I bet."

I'm not sure why, but the thought of him being aroused by one of his cheerleaders was turning me on significantly. So I pressed the issue again. 

"I bet you wish it was you." I said. 

This time, instead of hesitating, he came right out and said "Oh god yea..."

"Mmmm, that is so hot. Have you ever fucked any of them?"

He hesitated a moment, and then admitted to having one of them a few years ago suck his dick in his car after school once. That was so sexy to hear about. 

So I asked what he thought about doing to the girl in the next room, he said "Why don't I show you, instead?" and pulled his own pants down, leaving just his boxers on. I didn't need any prompting. I pulled his cock out through the whole in his boxers, kissed him hard on the lips. Then on the neck, sucking slightly. Not enough to leave a mark, thought. Then I moved down, kissed him on the chest, stomach, then removed his boxers and took him into my mouth, sucking hard as I came up, each time. I loved feeling him throb while he pushed his hips up against my face. I sucked hard, and then took him out of my mouth, and started licking up and down the shaft, I started licking his balls, from back to front, before taking them into my mouth and sucking.

Shawn was right- the two in the next room were starting to moan again, but so far no sound of the bed rocking. The sounds of moaning seemed closer to our wall this time, they must have moved. The table or the dresser, perhaps. I continued bobbing up and down on his cock when Trisha cried out, loudly, and very suddenly. No idea what was happening, it didn't sound like she was cumming, he must have done something right to her though. At that moment, Shawn grabbed my head with his hands, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and started thrusting upwards, into my throat, challenging my next-to non-existent gag reflex while using his hands to push my head down harder. Trisha was whimpering in the next room, and them being closer to the wall, we could hear everything crystal clear. Shawn let up for a moment to let me breathe, and I started jerking him off. I said "Tell me all about what you fantasize about with the girls." Just before he used his hands to shove my head back down on his cock. 

"Look at me while you suck it, I want to see your eyes."

I did what he told me, I watched his face as he shoved my head down onto his dick.

"Aww.. yea... That's it... Just like that... Just like that... aww god..."

This continued, and then he said "You want to know what I think about? I think about accidentally walking into the girls' locker room, and finding any one of the girls getting dressed, standing only in her bra and panties. And I walk over to her, kiss her, and lay her down on the bench..." he said, starting to quicken the pace on my mouth. "Then, I eat her pussy, make her scream, make her cum. I think of her telling me she's never had an orgasm before, and that it was incredible. And then..." he stopped his welcomed assault on my mouth, and let go of my hair. 

"shit that looks hot. Look at you. " he said. Referring to my hair which was now a mess. 




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"Then..." he started, continuing his fantasy, while signaling for me to come and straddle him again. When my pussy, still clothed from the waist down, was hovering over his cock he started pulling them down. He got them down past my ass, and grabbed my ass, rubbing it. 

"...Then, I get between the girls legs, put my cock to her pussy, and she tells me she's a virgin. But I stick it in, slow at first. I let her get used to it."

Before I knew what was happening, he stuck his fingers into me my bare pussy. I was so wet he had no trouble at all. 

"...Then I pick up my pace, fucking her. I imagine her pussy is the tightest thing I've ever felt, kind of like yours here." He said, fingering me harder while I hovered over him on all hours, moaning, and rocking against his hand. ".. and I hammer away at her until I cum inside of her, with her begging me not to because she isn't on the pill." I was getting close to my own orgasm, with the way he was talking, with Trisha in the next room being pounded away at, and with his bare cock only inches away from me. 

I remember crying out and that's about when he flipped me over on my back, and started pulling down my jeans, and my thong with it. As soon as they were off, he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, and said "what about you? Are you on the pill?"

I don't know what hit me, but I replied in a higher, teenager-ish sounding voice, saying, "No, coach. Please don't cum inside of me!" with a wink. He groaned and pushed himself in. As wet as I was, it still took a few pushes to get it all the way in, but once it was, he pounded the hell out of me. I tried so hard not to be loud but couldn't help it. 

He fucked me hard and fast, while we listened to the teenagers next to us, and trying not to match their noises. If we could hear them, they could hear us, right? But he seemed determined to make as much noise as possible, and the thought of being heard made hornier than ever. 

After a few minutes of us fucking, putting on an audial show for our young neighbors in return for theirs, Shawn stopped, pulled out, and motioned for me to turn around and get on my knees. So I did. I helped guide his cock into me from behind while on my hands and knees, and once he was in, pushed my head down into the mattress and continued his attempts to fuck me into a coma. The couple next door must have started fucking against the wall because the wall was shaking a little in unison with the girl's moans, and that's about when I started to cum. Feeling my orgasm was approaching, reached down between my legs and started fingering my clit. That did it. I flew over the edge, cumming hard and keeping my face in the mattress so as not to make too much noise. When I was done cumming, Shawn grabbed both my hands, and held them behind my back while pumping away at me. In and out, I felt his cock growing, it felt thicker than when he first put it in me. Soon he let go of my hands, and held on to my hips and my ass, pulling me onto him. He started smacking my ass, a few times lightly and once he realized I liked it, he did it harder, soliciting a moan or gasp from me each time. 

Then he stopped, and started to lie down on his back. I took the hint and climbed on top, and started bouncing away. He grabbed my tits as they bounced, and I leaned forward to have him suck on them, which he was all too eager to do. Then I slowed my pace and started talking again. 

"So... do you ever think of these girls while you're fucking your wife?" I asked?

He pushed up into me hard a few times, and said "Are you kidding? You've never seen my wife. Of course I think of the girls, it's the only thing that helps me get a boner around my wife." He said. 

"I think it would be hot, to watch you with about 2 or 3 of them at once..." I said. It would be hot to watch you fuck a girl hard from behind, or in the ass, while she was eating the pussy of one of her team mates, don't you think. I'd finger my pussy so hard watching that..." I said. 

I then noticed the sexy noises next door had stopped and I wondered how long it had been quiet. 

Shawn didn't seem to notice, he was going crazy trying to thrust his hips upwards into me. I was determined to tease him some more, but he wasn't having it. He quickly flipped me over onto my back again, spread my legs wide in the air, and started fucking me hard, and fast, then leaned down to kiss my neck, then let his face rest there on my neck while breathing heavily and fucking me hard. 

"I'm gonna cum soon... OH god I'm gonna cum so hard...this is gonna..." He said, but never finished his sentence, while pounding me into the mattress. "You want it? You want my cum, don't you?" he said. 

"Mmm... promise me when you cum in my pussy, that I can lick it all off your cock when you're done?" I said, desperately. 

He didn't have to reply, just yelled out and exploded in me. There's nothing like feeling a guy's hot sperm hit the walls of your pussy, while throbbing inside of you. 

When he was done draining his balls into my cunt, he pulled out, and straddled my face, pushing his cock into my mouth so I could lick it up. When he got too sensitive, he pulled out, and laid down next to me, and we both drifted off to sleep.



Road Trip



This story is a repost of the first few chapters of Road Trip, originally posted in 2011.  The original version had about 200,000 readers before it was taken down for a major rewrite and a potential book. The story has since been rewritten; although the major events remain the same the thinking, emotions, and many facets of the story surrounding each event has been reworked.  This story contains explicit sex, incest, group sex, romantic sex, hot wife sex, and more.  All characters are over the age of legal consent.  If any of this bothers you please go read something else.  Road Trip is the prequel to another story series – Crystal Clear.  






Road Trip



One morning, about a week after Anna left, I stood in front of a tall mirror and studied my nude body after a shower.  I desperately needed a haircut.  My eyes and face were gaunt; I had circles under my eyes.  My body was pudgy and fleshy, and not a muscle showed when I flexed my arms or shoulders.

Since I'd left the military, I'd had only desk jobs in front of a computer, the kind of jobs that make you flabby and soft.  A week before Karen had died, I'd quit my work.  I didn't know what I'd do, but I knew I couldn't stay there.

Each evening when we'd come home from our jobs, Karen and I would compare notes about how our day went.  She knew enough about software development and websites to be more than appreciative about what I was doing at work; she'd even give me great ideas to try on the company's clients.  I'd been a nerd – a behind the scenes, inconsequential geek.

Looking in that mirror, I felt another burst of pain, only this time about how I had allowed myself to deteriorate.  During the eight years in Army Special Forces, I'd had a hard and muscular body.  I resolved to get back in shape, partly because I knew it would improve my outlook on life and help me get through some of the grief.

I developed a routine.  I'd wake up just after dawn and run.  I made some makeshift weights; an exercise bench, exercise bars, and installed a sparing bag in the garage.  I'd workout there for another hour when I got back from my run.  At first, I could barely run around the block, and ten pounds seemed like a strain to lift three-times-fifteen.  I willed myself to improve every day.  By the end of the first month, I could run two miles without stopping, and by the end of the third month I could knock off seven or eight or more miles nonstop, and I'd started pressing a hundred-and-forty-pounds, and doing two hundred sit ups with a twenty-pound medicine ball.  My weight plummeted and revealed biceps, pecs, lats, and other muscles that had been hidden by my bad habits.  I cut my own hair, keeping it short, neat, and manageable instead of the unruly mop it had become.

After my exercise regime in the morning, I'd work on the motorcycle.  The Harley became the project in which I bestowed my sanity and salvation from the grief over Karen's death.  I felt driven, not by haste, but by careful thoroughness to restore the bike to its pristine condition.  I believed that if I could rebuild the motorcycle, I could rebuild my life.

All day, every day, I worked on the motorcycle in the garage.  I created a near sterile work area in one bay of the garage where I lovingly disassembled the entire bike, carefully laid all the parts out, and assessed how I could rebuild.

A few parts cleaned up well, but many were beyond repair and needed to be replaced.  I scoured eBay and Craigslist for parts, and I also discovered a market for used Harley parts in the area.  I spent over $5,000 at a mechanic's shop that specialized in re-chroming.  Other money went for a new seat, sissy bar, luggage rack, new struts and shocks, and new chrome rims and tires.  

After disassembly and restocking parts, I started the reassembly process.  I suspended the bike frame for rebuilding with a home-crafted sling from the garage rafters.  I rebuilt the engine, replacing every ring, gasket, filter, and slightly worn part.  On a test stand, the engine ran better than new when I finished.  Day by day, a new motorcycle emerged from the mass of parts carefully laid out on the floor and workbench.  The frame, fenders, and gas tank received new high gloss paint and pin striping.  A new instrument cluster, light bars, handlebar, and roll bar took their place amid the chrome front of the bike.  I added safety lights and a strong luggage carrier to the back.  Last, I added new chrome exhaust pipes, and then rich leather replacements for the destroyed saddlebags.

I considered it a monumental day near the end of April when I carefully lowered the bike to the garage floor and declared the project complete.  With high expectations, I got on the bike, put the key in the ignition, and cranked the engine.  The motor caught on the second crank as the new gas finally reached the carburetor, and the Harley rumbled into life after its fifteen-year repose.  I rode up and down the street a few times, testing the gears and brakes for any signs of malfunction.  Everything worked perfectly.  I might have smiled for the first time in months.





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Lauren had just turned thirty-four, nearly my age.  A shapely and beautiful longhaired dishwater blond with bright blue eyes; she'd been married for five years in her twenties before going through the pangs of separation and divorce.  We'd had an easy rapport when Karen first introduced me to her sister, and then on each of her many visits to the Boston area when she had stayed with us.  We always seemed to pickup where we left off from her last visit.  

Although they'd been born a couple of years apart, Lauren and Karen had been near look-alikes, a point that would probably make my stopover hard for me.  Not only had they looked alike, they had identical bubbly personalities, used almost identical gestures, and talked and sounded the same.  The two shared wardrobes back and forth, so Lauren often appeared in some dress or top I had seen Karen in only a few hours earlier, forcing me to do a double-take to be sure which sister had just walked in a room.  When we'd gone to the beach, one couldn't miss that the two had been equally blessed with fabulous, shapely, and nearly identical bodies.  Bodies that made men slow down and gawk as they walked by us ... and they were both with me!





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I acknowledged the pleasure of the situation and wondered whether we could ever have a future together.  Lauren clenched her sheath around my thrusting organ, alternating loose and tight.  I could tell she was playing at sex.  She produced an inevitable result.  I again splashed a quart of my seed into her writhing body.  Lauren arched over me, her mouth agape, her breathing stopped, as her orgasm swept through her.  She fell into my welcoming arms, and we kissed wildly and passionately again.

After our climaxes, she curled up on top of me with my shaft remaining inside her.  We studied each other in the dim light we'd kept so that we could see each other and enjoy each other's visual stimulation.  I knew I was a voyeur at heart, an admission I'd never made to anyone.  Now, I also knew that I liked to remain coupled instead of making a run for the bathroom.

I finally found the words that reflected what I felt.

"Lauren, I care deeply for you, and I always have ... as my sister, just not romantically or sexually ... and it's too soon for me to make any kind of commitment to you or anyone about the future.  When you kissed me on the doorstep, and ever since, my brain has scrambled between focusing on you and a whole mishmash of other emotions that involve you and me and Karen.  I feel it'd be so wrong for me to try to be a boyfriend or partner or something significant with you until my mind is one hundred percent focused on you.  I hope you understand.  I don't want you – or anyone – to be a rebound of some kind."

Lauren studied my face in the dim light and kissed me again very tenderly again.  She jostled her breasts across my chest in a highly erotic gesture as she looked in my eyes.  I took her sexual moves to mean she understood what I said.

I continued with some difficulty because of the sensuous nature of the moment and the sensitive nature of our conversation.  I didn't want to hurt her in any way.  "When I'm ready for another relationship you'll be one of the first if not the first to know."  I paused, "I didn't know you felt so deeply about me.  It just not time ... if I'm a disappointment, because of this, ... I can leave tomorrow.  I can sleep on the sofa too.  I'm sorry, but I need to be ... ready ...to be in a different frame of mind ... a different place ...  to go beyond just this."

I couldn't believe I was turning down a significant relationship with one of the nicest and prettiest women in the universe.  I knew from gossip Karen shared with me that Lauren constantly turned away men who didn't measure up to her standards.  She'd even had a dozen proposals of marriage she'd said 'No' to since her divorce.  Yet, I'd passed her 'admission' tests; I could be in her inner circle; and maybe I could be 'The One'.

Lauren held my face in her hands and said, "No sofa, don't leave, and no one's asking you to commit to anything.  I chose my words carefully earlier when I said that 'this weekend' you could interchange Karen and me in your thinking and imagination.  You can do it other times too, BUT if we have a serious relationship I want you to know it's me here ... with your cock thrust up inside her and your cum dripping down from my pussy.  I want you to know that it's Lauren loving you, and not Karen.  I'm selfish that way.  Neither of us will ever forget her, but if we get more serious, and I don't necessarily mean marriage, I want it to be with me and not a fantasy or memory of her  We both will always love Karen, but anything from here on out has to be between you and me."

She kissed from my chest up to my forehead and then down my nose to my mouth – little love kisses, both erotic and loving in the same action.  She looked me in the eye, and I saw tears in her eyes, "I'm here for you ... and if it's just fantasy and memories about my sister, that's all right; I can be happy with just sex with you ... not sex and the deep love as I feel now for you, that I hope you'll feel for me some day.  You can choose.  Take months, or years to decide if you want; there's no rush.  Grieving takes time, and given the circumstances, probably a long time.  You don't even have to come back, say anything after you leave, or email or anything; if I hear nothing I'll know what you've decided.  You know what I'll be feeling, but I'm fine with either approach.  I'm not being a doormat; I'm being realistic, and I hope you know that."

I kissed her, "Lauren, there's middle ground in there somewhere.  I don't know what it is just yet.  My intent is to stay in touch with you, to be in your life, to have you in mine, to love you, and to spend sexy and romantic times with you.  I do love you, but I can't commit to a 'relationship.'  I just can't envision what life will be like while I'm on my road trip, or after I land somewhere.  However, I could never walk away from you, especially now that I know how you feel about me."

She nodded and gave me a hug.  I think I'd reassured her in some way.  We felt relief and found some peace in each other's arms and our frankness with one another.  At one point, we both acknowledged that our union – our time together over the weekend – would help to heal some of the scars we felt from Karen's death.





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About fifty miles from Camp Forge and Bob Knight's home, the motorcycle started to run rough.  I started to analyze the situation, revisiting the process in which I'd rebuilt the engine, fitted it back to the transmission, and tested and retested it for torque and efficient operation.  Rather than stop, I continued on figuring I could use Bob's home as a base to diagnose and fix the engine.





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June completed the thought, "We don't see Kim and Ron nearly enough.  They're always welcome and always loved when they're here.  You will love the two of them."





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June added as an afterthought, "So we like to give our love away to everyone willing to receive it.  When you adopt that viewpoint, you look for ways to do it and people to do it for – that's partly why I greeted you the way we did when you arrived – and Jan and Trish did too.  We want everything we do to say 'I love you.'  We know it'll come back to us."

The dryer gave a loud buzz we could hear through the window of the laundry room to indicate the completion of the dry cycle on what had been my smoky clothes.  June went inside and came out a minute later and presented me with a nicely folded pile of my limited wardrobe.

When I went inside and got dressed again, Bob and Trish had come back from some afternoon errands and started the cocktail hour.  They'd picked up Benjamin from his playgroup, and coddled the toddler as they brought him behind the house to his sandbox and swing set.  





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We had just over an hour drive ahead of us but it wasn't the first time Kendra and I had made this trek, either for a field visit or a project meeting. She was pretty quiet in the office, but once you engaged her in conversation, she had no problem holding up her end of it. We'd had some pretty good conversations on our previous road trips but, after what happened on this particular trip, I suspected that there was a lot more going on inside her head than she had been letting out. We were about fifteen minutes outside of the city and were on the verge of escaping the outlying industrial area and heading into the open expanses to the northeast when she spoke up.

"Can I ask you a weird question?" she asked.

"Sure, go ahead," I replied, assuming it was going to be something work related.

"Have you ever...while you were driving..." she started, haltingly, "...had somebody...a woman...uh...perform oral sex on you?"

I whipped my head over in her direction because this was far from the question I was expecting. She was blushing furiously but she held my gaze with her blue eyes until I turned back to the road.

"Uh, yeah," I finally replied, "a few times, sure."

"Is it something that some guys like and some guys don't," she continued, "or do most guys like it."

"Well, most guys I've been friends with have liked it," I replied, "but I guess for somebody who's not that confident behind the wheel it could be a little stressful."

"So you're confident behind the wheel?" she asked.

"Confident enough that I can enjoy something like that," I replied, still not sure if this was just Q&A or something more.

"Would you mind if I did it while you're driving?" she asked, surprising the hell out of me.

"Of course not," I replied, "Is this just something you like to do when you're a passenger?"

"It's something I'd like to try," she said, "but I must ride with some pretty jumpy guys because no one has taken me up on my offer, at least not while they were still driving."

"Well don't let me stand in the way of your personal goals," I replied, "but you have to promise that you'll let me return the favor, although not while we're driving."

"You've got a deal," she said and unbuckled her seat belt.

Kendra is a cute, petite redhead with a very nice figure. She's fair-skinned and lightly freckled with a sweet ass and nice boobs that are proportionate to her small frame. I'd definitely thought about how she'd look naked and what it would be like to be naked with her, but I'd never thought about her blowing me while I was driving. My cock was becoming rigid as she prepared to do it, though. The cruise control was on so I had her hold the wheel for a moment while I opened my jeans and worked them and my underwear down, my growing cock springing out. Once I took over the wheel again, she leaned over, took my cock in her hand and pumped it, then engulfed it in her hot mouth.

"Oh my God," I moaned, "that is fantastic!"

I wasn't just stroking her ego; feeling my cock within her hot mouth was outstanding and I was pretty sure that she wasn't going to have a very extended opportunity to experience this. She initially held the base and slid her lips up and down my shaft, making it swell even more until it was fully rigid. I forced myself to remain focused on the road even though I wanted nothing more than to watch her sucking my cock. I brought one hand down off the wheel and stroked her fine red hair then reached under her to cup her breast, still encased in her bra. In addition to wanting to return the favor by eating her pussy, I wanted to get her as naked as I could, to check out how freckled she was and to confirm that the carpet matched the drapes, as well as to check out her tits and get my hands on them.

As her head bobbed up and down and the occasional slurping sound escaped around my cock, it occurred to me that she could be getting very wet as a result of this and that I could probably provide her some relief even while we continued driving. As I considered slipping my hand into her panties while I savored the feel of her mouth sliding up and down my tool, I could feel an orgasm slowly building. She really was a good cocksucker and it was too bad for those guys who had turned down her previous offers to suck them off as they were driving. Obviously this was not her first time, though, so there were probably at least a few guys with happy memories of her mouth traveling up and down their cocks. I knew that, regardless of where things went from this point, this would definitely be memorable for me.

The landscape continued to open up and the traffic dropped off as we headed further northeast. We weren't the only ones on the road by any means, though, so I still had to remain focused on driving while relishing the pleasurable feeling of her mouth moving up and down my tool as she pumped the base. I would love to have enjoyed her oral skills for the remainder of the drive but she was just too good and it wasn't long before my cock was swelling even more in advance of my orgasm. Even with the cruise control on, I couldn't really push my cock deeper into her mouth, which was probably good. She controlled the pace and drew out the pleasure for longer than I had expected to be able to last. When I finally started spewing into her mouth, I let out a moan as she swallowed my load. She continued to suck me off until I was completely spent then let my softening cock fall from her mouth and straightened up.

"Thank you," she said with a smile, then stretched out, pushing her chest forward.

"Thank you," I replied, caressing her tits, "that was phenomenal. We're going to have to plan more road trips."

"Well we don't necessarily have to be in the car if you want me to suck your cock again," she said, "but if we are in the car, I certainly hope you'll now expect me to."

"You can suck my cock any time," I told her, "and if you help me get my pants back up, I'll take the edge off for you until I have a chance to return the favor."

She got back into her seatbelt and held the wheel for me as I got my underwear and jeans back in place.

"Why don't you open your jeans and slide them down just a little," I suggested once my hands were on the wheel again. She never argued; she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans while I tried to keep my eyes on the road. Once she'd slid them down just a bit, I reached over and ran my fingers over the front of her panties, causing her to moan and writhe just a little. I could feel the coarse texture of her bush and the moist heat that seemed to be emanating from her pussy. I didn't want to tease her so I slipped my hand into her panties, running my fingers through her trim bush and finding her slit overflowing with her juices. She moaned even more as I slipped my finger into her and briefly pumped it in and out before focusing more on lightly caressing her clit.

As much as I wanted to look over and take a peek at her bush and see what kind of panties she was wearing, I knew it would require me to take my attention off of the road for too long so I refrained. I figured that, after our meeting, there was a good chance that we could find someplace to park and familiarize ourselves with each other's bodies in the back of the Equinox I was driving. I just tried to delicately stimulate her clit and build up to a satisfying orgasm while staying attuned to her breathing and any sounds she made to be sure I was achieving that goal. She started moving her hips a little bit and I did glance over to see that her eyes were closed while her mouth was hanging open. She appeared to be smiling slightly though the expression was also indicative of the pleasure she appeared to be experiencing.

The longer we were driving along and I was stroking her clit, the more random twitches she seemed to be experiencing. She also seemed to be tensing up a bit and I presumed that she was pretty close to cumming when she started to arch her back and grip the armrest between us. I continued what I was doing since it was obviously doing the trick but, based on how much wetter her pussy was becoming, I couldn't wait to get my face down between her thighs. When the tension suddenly left her body, she let out a long moan and her body started shaking. Her orgasm appeared to be as long and intense as I'd hoped it would be since she'd provided so much pleasure to me. Even as she seemed to be coming down, her body would still twitch almost violently. It was only once she'd gone still that I slipped my hand from her panties and licked her nectar off of my finger.

"That was great," she finally said, breathlessly, "I've never done that before either."

"Well, as I said," I told her, "that is just to take the edge off. I still fully intend to take care of you with my tongue."

"And I fully intend to let you," she replied. She sat there recovering for a bit longer before finally pulling her jeans back up and fastening them. We were close to our destination by then and conversation turned away from sex though I know for sure that it was still on my mind. We were fortunate that the meeting we were attending was quite interactive so we didn't really have time to let our minds wander to what was probably going to happen once it was over. We had a favorite local restaurant where we liked to stop whenever we had to drive all the way up there so it went unspoken that we'd head over there after the meeting for lunch. As I was gathering my things after the meeting, I was thinking about the parking lot and where we'd have the most privacy and that, if that wasn't going to work, where else to try. We drove over to the restaurant without discussion but I headed away from the other cars toward a shaded spot in the back of the lot.

"Hope you don't mind if I eat dessert first," I said once I'd parked and shut the car off.

"Well we wouldn't want you to be too full to eat it after lunch," Kendra replied. She crawled between the seats into the back seat and I followed her. She was already unbuttoning her jeans but she let me slide them down, lifting her ass off the seat to assist me. I helped her out of her shoes then out of her jeans then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately before I continued. I returned the kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths momentarily, then we parted, both anxious for what was going to happen next. I kissed my way along her smooth inner thighs toward a pair of teal panties then gently caressed the front of them, again feeling the moist heat and the softness of her pussy. Finally, I took one side of the waistband in each hand and started to slide them down.

Her trim bush was as orange as the hair on her head and my cock throbbed as I admired it. I slid her panties down her legs and, once they were off, she spread her legs for me. I lowered my head toward her pussy and, thinking about how juicy it had been earlier, immediately started lapping up the nectar that was abundantly flowing. Kendra grabbed my head and let out a moan as I slurped at her pussy. My goal was not only to provide her with as much pleasure as I could, culminating in another intense orgasm, but also to relish the opportunity to be between her pale, freckled thighs devouring her hot pussy. I could have slurped up her flowing juices for the rest of the afternoon, but I ended up running my tongue up and over her clit and she reacted like she'd been hit by an electric charge. I decided to stay focused on licking and sucking her clit, then slipped a finger into her. As I slid it in and out, I was reminded of both how snug and how slippery her pussy was and knew that I had to fuck her.

I didn't try harder to make her cum sooner but, because she was clearly very worked up, it was obvious pretty quickly that it wasn't going to take long before she did cum. I wanted to provide her with as much pleasure as I possibly could but I definitely didn't want to drag it out just for the sake of making it last longer. A slow build to an intense orgasm would be good but torturing her by denying her a building orgasm would not. I tried to just stay in rhythm with her and that seemed to work the best. She was rocking her hips toward my face while experiencing the same random twitches she had earlier during the drive. I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged the longer I was eating it and she was beginning to tense up a bit.

The tension all left her body suddenly as she let out a low moan and her body started shaking. I continued licking and sucking her clit while fingering her pussy as she was cumming, hoping to provide just that much more pleasure for just that much longer. Her orgasm was long and intense, which pleased me that I was able to provide that for her. When she finally went still and let out a sigh, I raised my head and slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth.

"Do you mind if I ride your cock now," she asked, "or are you starving?"

"Actually, I just ate, so I'm good for a bit," I replied, making her smile. She sat up and immediately reached for my jeans, working them open so that I could push them and my underwear down. When my cock sprung out, she reached for it and stroked it before straddling me and guiding it toward her fiery bush. I held her waist to steady her as she lowered herself onto my cock, causing both of us to moan. Her pussy felt incredible as it engulfed my cock and she sat there for a moment. I took the opportunity to slip my hands up under her blouse and caress her tits through her bra, feeling her hard nipples through the thin material. As she started to slowly move up and down on my cock, I reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then slipped my hands up under the cups to feel the soft, smooth flesh of her tits.

She was holding the back of the seat behind me as she moved slowly up and down on my tool and, once she had a good rhythm going, she brought her lips to mine and we kissed. Our tongues were soon in each other's mouths as we made out passionately while she rode my cock harder and faster and I continued to fondle her tits. Despite having cum a few hours earlier, she had me so worked up and her snug, slippery pussy felt so good that I knew it wouldn't be long before we were inside eating lunch. I'd wanted to get a look at her tits and maybe suck her hard nipples but I suspected that this wasn't going to end up being the time for that indulgence. I also suspected, however, that I'd end up with another opportunity.

She reached a point where she was riding me hard enough that it made continuing to make out difficult. She pressed her face against my neck to stifle her moans despite the windows being closed as I felt her pussy becoming even hotter and more slippery than it had already been. My orgasm was drawing closer as a result but I was still pretty confident that she'd be cumming before I did. There wasn't much room between us at that point to continue fondling her tits, so I slipped my hands out of her blouse and instead gripped her sweet ass. I hadn't gotten my hands on it yet and it was as perfect as it had looked on all of the occasions I'd found myself staring at it, wishing I could give it a squeeze. I wondered if it was freckled, too, and knew that, even if I didn't find out that day, I would eventually find out.

I continued holding her ass as she dropped down onto my cock and remained there as her body trembled and she moaned into my neck. She humped my cock a few more times as she was cumming then remained there as she experienced a few aftershocks. When she finally raised her head again, she kissed me then started to climb off my cock.

"Just so you know," she said as she knelt beside me and started to pump my slippery, throbbing cock, "I'm still planning to suck your cock while you're driving us back but I'm going to suck it now, too."

She lowered her head and engulfed my tool in her hot mouth as her fine red hair caressed my thighs. This time, unlike when I'd been driving, I would be able to watch as she slid her lips up and down my shaft, so my attention was fully upon her. Seeing my cock disappearing into her mouth and feeling the pleasure her mouth was providing combined to have my orgasm building up again almost immediately. She was pumping the base of my cock as she slowly moved her mouth up and down the length of my shaft, skillfully drawing out the pleasure that I was feeling. In spite of her talent for drawing out the pleasure, though, I was on the verge of cumming pretty quickly. I'd been pretty close when she'd been riding me and the change of position had only briefly delayed my building orgasm. She remained focused and attentive, however, even as my cock swelled further. I savored the feel of her mouth and the visual of her head bobbing up and down for as long as I could but ultimately couldn't help but explode with a grunt into her hot mouth. She continued sucking me off until I was fully spent then let my cock fall from her mouth and sat up.

"Ready to eat?" she asked, wiping the corner of her mouth.

"Sure," I replied, still catching my breath, "I could eat."

She refastened her bra then slipped back into her panties as I worked my jeans and underwear back up again. She slipped into her own jeans and shoes then we were ready to head into the restaurant. We hopped out of the vehicle, gave each other the once-over one more time, then went on in. We talked a little bit about what had just happened while we were eating, as well as about the meeting and about what was going to happen on the drive home. We were in no rush and enjoyed our meal leisurely before heading back out to the car and getting on the road. We waited until we were well out of town and the cruise control was set on the interstate before she took the wheel momentarily as I slipped my jeans and underwear down. I was semi-rigid partly from anticipation and partly because she'd been massaging my cock through my jeans from the time we'd left the restaurant parking lot.

Once I'd taken control of the wheel again, she unfastened her seatbelt and got on her knees so she could lean over the center console. She took my growing cock in her hand and pumped it a few times before lowering her head and engulfing it in her hot mouth once again. I moaned as I thought that this was a feeling that there was no way I could ever grow tired of. While my visual attention was on the open road ahead of us and the few vehicles we encountered, the rest of my focus was on the feeling of her hot mouth slowly sliding up and down my tool and the occasional slurping sound from her efforts. She clearly was not trying to make me cum quickly, which I appreciated because we had a long ride ahead of us and, since I'd cum a couple of times already, I figured I could enjoy her skillful blowjob for a good long while. Since she'd enjoyed blowing me earlier as I was driving, and had appeared to enjoy blowing me after we'd fucked, I thought she'd appreciate having a nice long opportunity, too.

As her mouth moved up and down my tool and she pumped the base, occasionally caressing my balls as well, I was sometimes running my fingers through her hair and sometimes cupping her breast through her bra, which had the effect of somehow making me feel even more pleasure. I'd started the day as a secret admirer of her body who'd fantasized about how it would look naked and now knew that I'd very likely have the opportunity to not only see her fully naked but eat her pussy again, fondle her tits, lick and suck her nipples and slip my cock back into her hot pussy. It wouldn't be before we got back to the office but I certainly hadn't expected to cum in her mouth when we'd pulled out of the parking garage that morning and now it was pretty certain that I'd be doing it a third time before we pulled back in.




Road Trip



It had been a little while after she started blowing me that she decided to caress my balls and a bit after that before she started to occasionally lick them. At that point, I knew I was pretty close to done for. Her cocksucking skills were already exceptional and I'd been enjoying the slow build of my orgasm as a result but feeling her tongue on my balls made my cock even harder and brought my orgasm even closer. I don't know if she was able to tell that I was getting closer but, once I was on the verge of cumming, she remained focused on sliding her mouth up and down my tool, even as my cock continued to become even thicker. Spewing into her mouth didn't end up being any less pleasurable the third time than it had been the first time. She swallowed my load without hesitation and nursed my cock until I was completely spent, then raised her head from my lap.

"Thank you again," she said with a smile, "I kind of expected that I'd enjoy that and I was right."

"Well, as I said," I replied, "we'll just need to plan a lot of road trips."

"They don't have to be work related, either," she suggested, shrugging with a smile when I looked over.

"Sounds good to me," I replied, "You ready to have me take care of you now?"

"Absolutely," she said, "but I'm going to make it a little easier for you, as long as you can keep your eyes on the road."

She had settled back into her seat and refastened her seatbelt as we'd been talking so she held the wheel for me to allow me to get my jeans and underwear back up. Once I was situated, she opened her jeans but, instead of sliding them down just a little, she took them off completely. Fortunately, the highway was still straight and wide open so I could safely steal glances at her legs as she was kicking her jeans off. Before I could reach over to stroke her pussy through her panties, though, she was sliding them off as well. It was much more difficult to keep attuned to the road as the teal material slid down her legs and, despite just having cum, I could feel the blood trying to return to my spent cock. She didn't make focusing on driving any easier when she propped her feet up on the dashboard and raised the bottom of her shirt up so that her orange bush was fully visible. My only option was to cover it with my hand so that I wasn't tempted to stare at it or worse lean over to lick it. Trust me when I say that it was calling out to me to do just that.

With my eyes on the road, I reached over and slid my fingers along her flat abdomen toward her pussy, causing her to giggle. My fingers went through her trim bush and found the soft, slippery folds of her pussy. With her jeans and panties gone, it was easier to alternate between sliding a finger in and out of her slippery pussy and gently caressing her clit. It wasn't long before she was moaning and rocking her hips, which didn't surprise me based on how wet she'd been to begin with. Sucking my cock obviously got her pretty worked up and, as long as I could successfully get her off, this suggested that she'd remain into sucking me off. I had absolutely no issue with regularly slipping my cock into Kendra's talented mouth any more than I had an issue with regularly burying my face in her pussy. I figured we'd need to keep things discreet for work but I also figured that was doable.

I did still glance over occasionally, either for a quick peek at her pussy or at the expression on her face, but as we got closer to the city, I knew that was going to become more risky. Fortunately, she was very clearly getting close to cumming again based on the way her hips were rocking and the noises she was making. I continued stroking her clit and finger-fucking her, noting that her pussy was becoming wetter and more engorged the closer she got to cumming and thinking how nice it would be to stick my cock back in there again. She was starting to twitch a bit, too, even as she was tensing up and her breathing was sounding like a Lamaze exercise. She appeared to have the armrest on the door and the console between us in a death grip until she finally gasped and her body started shaking. I didn't stop what I was doing, wanting the pleasure to go on for her as long as possible. Her orgasm did appear to be pretty intense and went on for a significant amount of time. Even once she appeared to be done, I left my hand on her pussy, though I did stop stroking her clit.

"You seem to be able to make me cum no matter what you do," she finally said, "I can't even tell you how much I like that."

"You're no slouch at making me cum, yourself," I replied.

When she opened her eyes again and realized how close we were to the city, she brought her feet down from the dashboard and grabbed her panties and jeans. I brought my finger to my mouth and tasted her juices.

"You sure you don't want to leave those off," I asked, "and let me go down on you in the parking garage?"

"Very tempting," she replied, "but I'd rather just get naked with you at my place after work. You can eat me all you want there."

"Sure, you say that now," I told her, "but wait until I make your head explode."



Road Trip



It's been two months since I've seen Andy. There have been a handful of phone calls, mainly about work, since he was transferred to our East coast office. Frankly, I was grateful for a bit of space. Seeing him, being with him, was way too intense for me sometimes. There's clearly something very powerful there, that neither of us can articulate well, even though we've tried. 

No one has ever affected me this deeply before, and I know, if things were different, if we weren't both married, we could become totally lost in each other.

The intensity had become simply too much for me. I am trying to work on my marriage. I'm married to a really nice guy. But I've have this nagging feeling that he's not the nice guy for me, if you know what I mean. Things were already on their way downhill, in a totally mundane kind of way, long before I met Andy at work. It wasn't, however, until I met Andy, and really got to know him that I realized what was missing. 

My perfectly nice husband has never has affected me to my core the way Andy has. Honestly, no one I've ever met has had this kind of lasting, powerful impact on me before. There's something so powerful and erotic about Andy that I just can't hope to recreate with anyone else.

The two months break has been good. I've tried to really focus on work, and on finding the good things in my marriage, hoping that I can find something, if not the same, then at least as powerful as the erotic and intellectual hold Andy seems to have over me. Some days I think I'm making progress. Others, find myself looking over real estate ads wondering if we can afford two houses in this neighbourhood so the kids' school routine isn't messed up.

Andy and I did have plans for a business trip about a month ago. It was perfect. In a city neither of us lived in, plus my husband and kids were away with friends and wouldn't be home when I got back, so I had an extra time-space buffer to come down from what was surely going to be an intense few days.

The hotel rooms were booked, and travel arrangements made. Then 2 days before, Andy cancelled. I was not happy. And I was cross enough that I thought it might have a chance of being over. I felt like I'd successfully parked the whole idea of Andy, and honestly, didn't think a whole bunch about him over the next month, other than the odd, stray recollection of some of the incredibly hot, stolen moments we shared over the last 6 months.

So, this past 2 months we've talked on the phone, all very businesslike. As colleagues and friends. When it became apparent a week or so ago that we would need to go on another overnight trip, this time with some other colleagues, I was pretty certain it would just be platonic. I really had no intention of doing anything with Andy, and didn't think much about it.

Then yesterday, when I was packing for the trip, I told myself, the reason I was packing my new Agent Provocateur lingerie had nothing to do with him. At least I didn't pack condoms. I did, however spend extra time curling my hair.

He texted me, "the eagle has arrived". Which I took to mean he was parked down by the entrance to the building and I should come down so we could leave for the 3 hour drive.

"Fab. I'm coming right now", I texted back.

I knew, as I was typing it, what I really meant that comment to achieve. But still, I was in denial. The denial lasted about as long as it took me to get from my office to the car.

I came down in the lift.

I walked to his car.

I opened the door.

And, despite the 2 months away, I was instantly transported to that place he takes me, without fail, whenever I see him. Somewhere erotic, wet, kind of dizzy. A place where all I can see are his long graceful fingers, his brown eyes and the back of his neck. Where all I can smell is him. The cologne he wears, but also, the smell of his skin. It's a place where all I can think about is how much I want to run my nails through his hair, down the back of his neck, and pull him in to kiss me hard.

I swallow hard and we start to talk. About work. About his boss, about mine. About our families. I smile and listen, but I can't hear him over the unbearable longing I feel to touch him. Kiss him. Taste him. 

I think he's talking about then meeting he has on Thursday. I can feel myself answer him, but really, I am not here at all. I'm thinking about the last time I saw him. 2 months ago, we met for Friday drinks at a sunny patio after work. He was in town for a meeting. We flirted hard for an hour or so, but both had commitments. We walked down to the parking garage together and he pinned me up against the elevator wall, roughly shoving his hand into my bra and kissing me violently. Just. The. Way. I. Like. It. Al little bit rough and a whole lot hot.

We got down to his car, and were on each other as soon as the doors closed. His hot tongue in my mouth. Then his teeth on my nipples. His hand between my legs. Why did I wear the pants with the side zip? Stupid. I rubbed the head of his cock teasingly through his jeans. People were walking by the car. This made him so hot. He loves public sex, and I love to make him squirm. When we are in that place together, there is pretty much nothing I wouldn't do. 

I snap out of my daydream. We're halfway through the car ride, and I figure I could easily fuck him by the side of the road if given half the chance. Snow and all. I don't care.

We stop in a little town midway to pick up a few things at Wal-Mart. He tells me he has to pick up toothpaste. He forgot his. I don't believe him. As we get back to the car, I tease him about having stopped to buy condoms. His smirk tells me what I suspected. This is going to be interesting.

We drive the rest of the way. The flirting is more intense. Less flirting really, than outrageous winding up. I love winding him up. I love being wound up. I spend the rest of the drive playing serious fucking music from my iPad in the car and telling him, in exquisite detail how much, and which ways I want to fuck him. I haven't even touched him yet.

We get to our hotel and check in. Side-by-side rooms? It's like the check-in clerk was listening to my thoughts! I ask the receptionist what room our colleague is in. I need to gauge whether there's a line of sight to our doors. There isn't. Our colleague is in a completely different hallway.

We agree to meet in the lobby in 20 minutes. Enough time to shave my pussy and put on those amazing panties and bra. I have to stop myself in the shower. Just shaving my pussy so close and smooth feels so good I could practically come. I'm just putting on my shirt as he calls. "I'm coming." I say. "Just putting my shirt on. You should see this bra. It barely covers my nipples."

I hear his sharp intake of breath and know I've hit the intended mark.

I meet him in the lobby, and we make a guess about which restaurant our colleagues, who arrived earlier, would be at. We choose one several blocks away, and settle in. We order drinks, and dinner. We drink a lot, but we both barely eat. We pick at our food. Neither of us really is in the mood for dinner. I am at a loss for words as I imagine him grabbing me and fucking me right there, on the table in the restaurant. I must have made that little noise I make when I'm thinking about him. The one that tells him I really can't wait to touch him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks. 

The game has begun. The one where I tell him, over the table, in minute detail, what I'd like to do to him. I like this game. I could play it all night. "Well," I say, looking up through my eyelashes at him, "I am thinking about how much I'd like to grab you by the back of the head."

"And do what?" he asks, feigning innocence.

"...and dig my nails into the back of your neck. Run my tongue down, slowly, from your neck, down your torso, to your cock."

"and?"

I take a paper napkin from the holder, and a pen from my purse. I write, upside down so the words are facing him across the table, "I want to suck your cock until you cum all over my tits", it reads.

I prop up one foot, encased in a black leather boot, between his legs, lean over the table and whisper, "I want you to be rough. I want you to hurt me a little bit." I take his hand and slide it into my bra, using my hand to force his fingers to pinch my nipple hard. His eyes narrow slightly and I can hear him suck air in through his wet lips. It's time to go.

We dash across the road, back to the hotel. He doesn't work in our office any more, but I do, and suddenly, I am worried that one of my colleagues might see me. Even a few gins and tonic can't dull that fear. He can tell I am afraid of this, so, after some discussion, bids me goodnight and goes to his room.

I sit, stunned, on my bed for a full five minutes. Wondering what I am going to do with myself. I pick up the phone and dial room 120.

"Hello?"

"Were you expecting it to be someone else?"

"I'm glad you called."

"I am sitting here, trying to convince myself it is a bad idea to come next door to your room."

"I am afraid I can't help you there." He says, "why don't you just come over. We can take it slowly."

"I'll be there in a minute."

The door is ajar. He's waiting. The top three buttons of his shirt undone. He can't possibly know how much I love to look at his chest. How much I was to run my nails over it. Bite it, kiss it. Aside from his graceful fingers, and his, perfect, delicious cock, his chest is my favourite part of his body. I haven't got to see it often, as we don't get much private time together. I walk, slowly over, and run my fingers through the wiry hair on his chest. Brushing my lips over it. Inhaling the smell of him deeply. I could do this for hours, but I also desperately want to fuck him. Hard. Now.

I peel my silk shirt over my head. I'm standing there in a silky black camisole, black and cherry-pink bra peeking out, skinny jeans, bare feet with red, glossy toenails.

Suddenly we are on one of the beds, kissing and running our hands over each other, completely wrapped up in the feel of each other. The taste.

I bite his neck gently, grabbing him by the hair, running my free hand down his chest, to his jeans, reaching for his belt, undoing it.

I slide his jeans off him, and take mine off too, revealing black panties I chose for their silky softness. I slide myself astride him, gently rubbing my silky pussy up and down the length of his hard penis. Kissing the back of his neck. He's got my left nipple in his mouth, biting gently, his other hand pinching the right one. Too gentle. I close my hand over his, and force him to pinch harder. He moans a little. So do I.

I slide down the length of him, making sure my round breasts, hard nipples brush his cock. I pull off his underwear and take his cock in my mouth, sucking it and using my hand to stroke up and down the shaft and his balls.

I slide back up his body. Using my finger to push my panties aside, I slide the tip of his cock barely into the wetness of my pussy. I slide my clit up and down the head of his cock. It is wet from me. I lean over, pin his hands beside his head and whisper, "I want to fuck you. So. Hard."

I slide on to his cock, wrapping it in my hot, wet pussy, and sliding up and down. Slowly. Kissing him. His neck. I am so close to coming, and he knows it. 

"I want to make you come." He growls.

"No. Not yet", I say.

I move up and down his cock. I can feel the ridge where the head meets the shaft of his cock, slipping in and out, and I can feel it rubbing against my clit."I really don't want this to stop." I say, "I love how this feels. I love fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you?" And then I'm so close to coming anyway, that I just have to stop, or I will.

He grabs my ass, and sucks hard on my nipple. I let out a shuddering moan and fuck him faster, deeper. He makes me come. I feel his cock deep inside me as the most delicious, intense orgasm rolls over me. After 6 hours of foreplay and flirting, I feel like I might pass out.

"I want you to fuck me from behind." I say, when I can catch my breath. 

He obliges.

I lean over the bed as he grabs my hair and begins fucking me hard. It feels so intensely good to feel his cock slamming into me and I want to make him come as hard as I just did. "Fuck me like I'm your dirty little slut." I say. 

"I'll fuck you hard, you slut. I'll make you come." 

He fucks me hard. But what I want, more than anything is to taste his cock. And have complete control over making him come.

"I want to suck your cock till you cum on my tits." just like the note at dinner said. His eye open slightly wider, he smiles and I push him down on his back on the bed, easing myself down over his cock. Using my hand as well as my hot, wet mouth I suck his cock, paying special attention to his balls and the head. I can taste myself on him, and this makes me even hotter. I love that taste. I look up at him, adjusting the angle of my head so that he can watch his penis slide in and out of my wet mouth. I can tell he's getting close to cumming so I slow down a little, and stop, briefly I start again, and this time, when he is close, he flips me over on my back and before I know it, I can feel his hot cum on my skin, covering my tits, throat and hand.

I tell him, he's got a bit of time, but I want to go again. He laughs, and reminds me about our early meeting in the morning. I run my fingers through his chest hair for a while, wondering, if I went down on him again, how long it would take me to get him ready to go again? It's 11:30, he is right about that meeting.

I slowly get dressed, kiss him one more time and head back to my room. On the way, I am already planning the next business trip.



Road Trip



We had been planning on this trip for several months now. It was not really a vacation, just a long weekend trip to see a part of the state that we had not seen since moving here four years ago. 

Because it would involve two nights spent in a motel, and everyone knows that staying in a motel means sex like you wouldn't do at home, we had packed various items with us to make the trip enjoyable and memorable. 

Bags packed and the dog fully settled in the back seat we headed down the freeway for the first part of our trip. For years she has worn button front blouses while we were on trips into the mountains where the chances of meeting other rigs was pretty slim and unbuttoned her blouse so I could see her boobs bounce. On the back mountain roads this works fine, I turn the mirror at an angle and can watch without taking my eyes off the road more than I normally would when looking in the mirror. 

Driving down the freeway, where it's pretty smooth didn't provide quite the same kind of show, but it did add a bit more thrill as there were cars passing by us from time to time and it was at a much slower rate than when meeting someone going the other direction like on the back roads. I started out telling her when someone was coming up to pass, but pretty soon someone made it beside us before I noticed. While I noticed that she was a bit embarrassed, she also didn't cover up. 

I thought about asking her to play with her pussy while we were driving, but then had a better idea. We had packed an overnight bag with just our toys in it, and it was on the back seat instead of in the trunk. A few weeks before I had ordered in a cordless vibrator that we could use without having to be right next to each other. Since it was nearly lunch time I had her dig it out and slide it in her pussy. After a few quick vibrations I was distracted with the traffic and then a sign came up that told us the next town was only a few miles away. Telling her to button up her blouse, I took the next off ramp and started looking for a place to grab some lunch. 

She must have forgotten about the vibrator, or didn't expect me to use because when I hit the button briefly while we were standing in line she nearly jumped the railing, and immediately turned red. With the people talking and the music playing I am sure no one could hear the buzzing but the idea was there. Nice guy that I am, I didn't hit the button again until we had our meal and were sitting at a booth in the corner, well away from other diners. Keeping the vibrator off while she ate, I turned it on while were walking out and didn't turn it off until we were back in the car, hitting the onramp for the freeway and her blouse was again open for my viewing enjoyment. 

Road trips, especially long ones make it hard to maintain the excitement levels for the whole trip. This trip was no exception. Soon the sun beating in on her caused her to cover up again before she got a sunburned. The vibrator was fun but I couldn't hardly keep it going all the time we were driving or expect her to stay excited for the four or five hours. 

Opting to take what I had started in the restaurant, I started playing with the various speeds on the vibrator while having her pull her pants down and play with her Pussy. When I thought she was getting close to cuming I would slow it down and as she calmed down I would speed it back up. After ten or fifteen minutes I cranked it up and had her put her feet on the dash and recline her seat so her pussy was open for me to see. (And anyone passing us at the time-even though no one did.) Then I started telling her to make herself come and that I wanted to see her fingering her clit until she couldn't take it anymore. Only after she came would I turn off the vibrator. 

She was soon groaning as she came on her hand and had nearly slid completely down in the seat. Following her climax and pleading I shut off the vibrator and told her to remove it for now, but to stay where she was for a few more miles. 

As she calmed down we went from sex mode to travel mode and she pulled her clothes back in place for the rest of the drive to our destination. 

Once checked into the motel we discussed if I would again get her to climax first or if we would use some of the toys on me. Since she had been the one excited most of the day it only made sense that we continued that here in the motel. My day would come on the drive home. 

One of our newest toys we had wanted to try for awhile is a cordless "magic wand" type vibrator. Sold at most department stores it is supposed to be for massage, but when used on the female anatomy it has a decidedly different outcome. 

While vibrators are not normally something she likes, this trip we were pushing the boundaries pretty far so why stop now. Laying a towel on the bed I put her on her back and had her spread her arms and legs like we would if I was to tie her to the bed. (Knew I should have thrown in some rope). Telling her to Not move her arms or legs I brought out the vibrator and turned it on its lowest setting. 

The groan gave me an indication that perhaps this time the vibrations were not feeling too bad. Turning up the speed a bit, I had to remind her that she was "tied down" and could not pull her legs up. 

One of the things she does that I love to watch, is she squirts when I have gotten her very excited and then comes. I could tell this would be one of those times if she would let me get her to that point. Each increase in speed made it harder for her to keep her legs down. Because I wanted to see her squirt I told her to pull her legs up high. 

Without touching her with my hands she was nearing climax. Turning it up one more notch I also pressed it harder down on her mounds, making more contact with her clit. At the same time I used my other hand to hold her lips open so I could watch her squirt. My timing was off a bit, but not much, and in a few seconds I was rewarded with several big squirts as she came. 

What was different this time was that she didn't stop coming after those first squirts. I think she would have kept coming far longer but the imaginary ropes were not adequate to keep her still and she clamped her legs shut and pulled the vibrator away while yelling for me to stop, stop, STOP! 

Giving her a bit of time to calm down I had her roll over on her stomach and arch her back up high so I would have better access. After climbing on top of her my cock slide into her pussy easily. Watching her cum like that has made me so horny I knew I would only last a few strokes, but it was worth it to feel her pussy clamping down on my cock as I climaxed myself. 

After a quick shower we were soon sleeping the sleep of great sex.



Road Trip: Beach Blanket Anal



Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written. 

*

Looking for the entrance to the nude beach was frustrating. I had driven by this same heavily wooded area twice now and all I had seen was a little dirt road, and a small, faded sign that was nailed to a tree. The sign said 'Private Property'.

On my third trip by, I reluctantly pulled down onto the dirt road. I was going to find the nude beach come hell or high water.

My passion for adventure and new sexual experiences went deeper than just the pleasure principle. It was my joie de vivre...my self-actualization.

The dirt road had many curves and there were several potholes, so I couldn't help but drive slowly and cautiously. I would have anyway. 

Besides 'running' into the wrong crowd, I just hoped, I wouldn't meet anyone coming out. There really wasn't any room to turn around.

Several anxiety-filled minutes later, I rounded a curve and drove right into a large makeshift clearing. I immediately saw several parked cars and motorcycles. Beach crowd! Voilà!

After I parked my car, I walked around the area. There were several walking trails leading out of the parking lot. I was somewhat stymied.

I assumed all the trails led to the beach and that some were probably more scenic than others, and, possibly, a couple were even jogging trails. All that was great, but I just wanted to get to the beach and not spend half the day admiring pine trees!

Eventually, I decided to take the trail that looked the most used. I went back to my truck to grab my backpack.

I had heard that the nude beach was a good walk from the parking area, so I had prepared. I'd packed a few essentials for a day in the sun, including a full canteen, and I was wearing my trail runners.

After only about thirty yards down the trail, I came into another clearing. It was very small and contained two old park benches. I also saw another sign.

This one was handwritten in red paint. It said 'NUDE ONLY'.

I sat my backpack down one of the convenient benches, pulled off my shorts, jock, and tank top, and stuffed them into my backpack. I then spread my legs, grabbed my smooth balls, and as I shook them joyously, I said, "Yes! Freedom!"

For me, it didn't get much better spiritually than taking the time to enjoy Nature's creations and the great outdoors. In addition, if I could do this au naturel, even better!

It was very relaxing and refreshing -- to not be constricted by clothing or even body hair. Yup. 

I was not only completely naked, but also hairless. I'd shaved what little body hair I had off, from the neck down.

After my liberation reaction, I applied suntan lotion to my shoulders, neck, and penis and then proceeded down the trail. I felt exuberant.

After about fifteen minutes, the pines began to thin out, and I could make out the beach up ahead of me. I was thinking it was about 200 yards away, when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement in the woods. I stopped to look.

A black guy and a white guy appeared to be looking down at something. The white guy also appeared to be holding onto something brown. Curious, I slowly approached them.

When I was about twenty yards away, they saw me and I stopped. The white guy gave me hard look and then waved me over.

As I entered the little clearing they were in, my eyes opened widely. Jill was naked, on her hands and knees, sucking on Bill's cock as Leroy watched.

T, the other black guy, was energetically fucking Jill from behind. His thrusts were causing her low hanging, full breasts to swing freely and, occasionally slap together. Although I was keenly fascinated by the slobbering blowjob, I couldn't take my eyes off Jill's boobs. I wanted to reach out and cup her ripe breasts. I wanted to feel their weight in my hands. 

One disturbing aspect to this erotic sex scene was Jill's hard to ignore, huge belly. It didn't seem to fit her physique.

When I heard Jill gag, I looked at her mouth. Bill's large nuts were on each side of her chin and her mouth was stretched wide around the thick base of his cock.

Bill gave me a triumphant look. I nodded slightly.

"Now that's how a bitch should cock suck!" T happily exclaimed.

I smiled, admiring Jill's nerve. Despite the tears streaming out of her blue eyes, down her cheeks, and around her cock-filled mouth, she continued to look up at Bill, as he savored the pleasurable sensations of her undulating throat muscles around his cock.

Bill and Jill repeated this scenario a few more times, before he finally withdrew his cock from her mouth. As he wiped her tears away, he said, "Don't worry Honey...you're going to get more cock to suck."

Knowing Bill was next; T started pumping Jill with long, deep, rapid strokes. Thirty seconds later, he grunted loudly as he tensed up and began filling her pussy with his cum.

When T's orgasm had subsided, he pulled out, got up, and stood in front of Jill. She obediently opened her mouth, as Bill moved behind her round ass.

As Jill began to lick T's cock clean, Bill hunched down and pressed the head of his cock into her pussy. Almost immediately, her eyes shot open in shock. I was startled because it appeared she was in terrible pain.

Moments later, Jill gasped and began loudly moaning, "Oh god, oh god, oh god," over and over as she orgasmed. Bill only had half of his cock buried in her! She was certainly a sexually charged woman!

As Jill's body jerked, Bill chortled as he crammed the last couple of inches of his fat cock into her. He then grabbed her hips and forcefully fucked her right through her orgasm.

Bill's powerful thrusts continuously jolted Jill's hindquarters, causing her meaty breasts to begin swinging back and forth, again. Mesmerized, I began stroking my hard cock.

When Jill's orgasms subsided, I began to step forward, but Leroy, who had moved closer, immediately began to force-feed her vacant, subservient mouth, his already hard, black cock. He had a much easier time than Bill and smiled broadly at us as he slowly impaled her pie hole.

Jill had a look of pure bliss on her face as she was able to swallow the biggest cock in the group. That is, until Leroy reached down with both hands, grabbed her swinging titties, and began milking her large, erect teats like you would a cow.

Initially, Jill discretely tried to pull away, but quickly discovered that pulling back, only caused her breasts more pain, because Leroy did not let go. In fact, he did just the opposite. He pulled forward, severely stretching her breasts and nipples.

As Jill's breasts reddened, she began moaning and bucking up and down, as if encouraging both men. Bill, thinking his wife was about to cum, again, decided to join her.

"I'm cumming, Baby. That's right. Fuck it out of me! Show me you want it! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"

Leroy added, "I'm gonna breed you, too!"

He quickly pulled his glistening black cock out of Jill's mouth and scurried behind her. Bill pulled out just in time for Leroy to ram his cock into her pussy and cum.

I am not sure Jill even felt them cum in her. She was gently rubbing her throbbing teats.

Suddenly, Jill turned to me, sat up, and said, "Put your hand between my legs."

I quickly slung off my backpack and as I approached her, I wondered how I could get my hand under her big belly. I'd never been a around any women with bellies like this.

Jill saw me staring, put her hands around her belly, and leaned back. That's when I saw the butterfly wings tat around her smooth pussy. It was very colorful, yet discrete.

As I bent down, I couldn't help but pause to look at Jill's tat. I decided not to say anything, even compliment her, for fear of saying something stupid and eased a finger into what felt like a warm bucket of custard.

When I began to withdraw my finger, Jill grasped my hand, pulled it her to her mouth, and sucked the cum off my finger. Her soft, warm mouth made my balls tingle. 

"Would you like a taste?"

That is when I did say something on the verge of stupid. Not wanting to act tongue-tied, I said the first thing that popped into my mind, "That's a lot...of cum."

"You can have it all," Jill said.

Before I even had time to think about what Jill was implying, she added, "Why don't you lie down...on your back, Honey... The boys look like they need a few minutes...to recuperate."

Seeing the sexual heat in Jill's eyes, I obeyed without hesitating. I squatted down, stretched out on my back, and looked up at Jill.

Despite her belly and heavy tits, Jill had an athletic body. She had a curvy, small ass, and slightly flared hips. Her legs were long and her calves showed a little muscle.

When my eyes refocused on Jill's face, I was rewarded with a charming smile. I felt like she had read my mind.

As Jill straddled my chest, she commented, "I hope you like eating pussy, Honey. I love a good mouth on my butterfly...almost as much as a hard cock..."

Jill braced her hands on either side of my hips, leaned back, and began erotically sliding her runny gash up my chest. For some reason, she was purposefully leaving a wet, slimy, sticky trail of sperm and pussy juices on me, as she edged her warm, sloppy, twat closer and closer to my face.

"You do a really good job, Honey...you'll get a very special treat..."

The guys, who were resting around us on purple and orange colored beach blankets, made some catcalls when they heard that, but neither Jill nor I responded. I was too busy watching Jill's heavy breasts wobble and fantasizing about sucking her milk out of them as she finger-fucked my horny ass...

When Jill's pussy came to rest on my nose and mouth, the sexual aroma of her feminine juices and the men's sperm, quickly brought my mind back to the task at hand. I licked my lips in anticipation. Since Jill's cunt lips were already splayed like the butterfly wings above it, all I had to do was insert my tongue, wiggle it, suck, and swallow. It would be as easy as licking dripping butter off a warm biscuit.

I hoped Jill would taste as good as I stuck my tongue in-between her pink cunt lips and slowly began slurping up the fuck juices. I was in no hurry, but Jill was.

Jill pushed her pussy hard into my mouth, forcing it wide open. My tongue had nowhere to go, but deep into her squishy vagina.

Almost immediately, small gobs of cum began sliding over my tongue and into my mouth. At first, I was able to savor their taste, but the harder Jill pushed, the faster the cum came out. I had to start gulping cum down to keep pace with her.

As I ate Jill's throbbing pussy out, Jill had the presence of mind to reach back and begin stroking my hard cock, although somewhat frenetically. I appreciated that, especially, when she managed to swab the precum off my cockhead with her fingers and then suck them clean in her mouth.

After a couple of minutes, I'd lapped up all the men's sperm and cum juices that I could find. I had been hungry and in more ways than one.

Sensing Jill was not about to move, I began licking her semi-erect clit. In no time, Jill was forcefully riding my face and crying out, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!

"I hope she doesn't pop it in his mouth."

"Jeez!"

"I'm just saying..."

That's when I knew for sure Jill had a bun in the oven. I guess I knew that deep down. I just didn't want to accept it. I was jealous that it wasn't mine.

My thoughts were re-focused moments later, when Jill's pussy stopped contracting. She reached her hand back, below my balls, and pressed a finger into my tight anus. My cock, which was already hard, stood straight up as my anus automatically clenched her long, slender finger. 

Whenever my anus would unclench, Jill would determinedly push her finger deeper. She kept at it, until she had two fingers up my ass. That was not mission accomplished.

As Jill began to wave her fingers in my rectum, I began to writhe underneath her. I didn't care that I was being publicly cornholed. I was enjoying it too much to even think about that.

"See that," one of the guys said. "She's ass-fucking him...gonna make him cum, too!"

Although I had just dined on Jill's delectable, cum-filled pussy and had sucked her clit for desert, I returned the favor. I grabbed Jill's loose ass cheeks, lifted her up a bit, and lowered her puckered asshole onto my stiffened tongue. The angle wasn't great, but my tongue managed to penetrate her warm, wet anus.

As my tongue probed and wiggled in Jill's anal hole, she let the world know how good it felt. I certainly did not mind. It was my tongue that was in her ass - making her go gaga.

"Aaahhh! Lick it. Lick my asshole. Yes, that's it. Deeper. Fuck it. Push your tongue deeper."

"She's gonna shit right in his mouth..."

"That would be nasty..."

Eventually, I had to stop because Jill's ass cheeks were smothering me. Not only that, her pussy was flooding my face. Jill's anal pleasure had completely consumed her.

When Jill felt my lungs heave, she nimbly wheeled her ass around on my chest, grabbed my cock, spit on it, raised her haunches up, and then as she lowered herself, guided my rigid meat right up her hot ass. None of the guys said anything cute now.

While I sucked in air, I had a great view of my swollen cock going up Jill's asshole. Her rectum felt remarkably warm.

Jill guided about six inches of my cock up her ass and then began to fuck me. We had no rhythm. We were just butt-fucking with complete abandon.

After a couple of minutes, Jill began frigging her clit as she grinded her ass on the base of my hard cock. The more her abdominal muscles tightened in response, the harder her rectum squeezed my throbbing cock. I was not going to last much longer.

Jill came moments later. She unabashedly squealed and shrieked as more of her girl cum ran out her pussy, soaking my balls and thighs.

After Jill caught her breath, she surprisingly lifted herself off me, turned back around, scooped up my tight scrotum up in one hand, and re-inserted her fingers into my puckering anus. Surprisingly, my erection immediately began to fade.

I needn't have worried, because Jill's soft, wet mouth quickly enveloped my cockhead. It didn't feel as snug as her rectum, but her active tongue made up for that.

As if that wasn't good enough, Jill began milking my nut sack with her free hand, as the fingers from other her hand found my prostrate and gently began massaging it. The stimulation was so intense, I tried to force her whole hand up my ass. 

"Like that, Honey? Your cock sure does! Look how big it is now. I bet you could cum without me even sucking on it."

My state of euphoria was somewhat challenged, when Jill said, "I'm practicing. It's called edging, Honey."

Jill then snorted at her hubby's response, climbed back up on me, and impaled her rectum on the full length of my cock. I could actually feel her anus on my pelvic bone.

Jill then turned to the guys and said, "Watch this."

As Jill's rectal muscles clenched my cock, she began roughly grinding her ass on me in a circular motion. When she reversed her motion, she looked back at me and coyly asked, "Ready to cum?"

Jill smiled knowingly when I quickly nodded. She then turned her head back and said, "Okay Hon!"

I was completely stunned when Jill grabbed my balls and pulled up as T and Leroy each raised one of legs, exposing my vulnerable asshole. Before I could blink, something huge, hard, and slick was sliding up my rectum. 

Jill pulled my balls even harder when hubby began porking me. His hard thrusts, along with Jill's vice-like grips on my cock and balls, made me cum quickly.

I hollered as loud as I could when I came. I was feeling pain because my balls were trying to contract, but they couldn't. Jill had them stretched tight. Yet, I was feeling tremendous relief as I unleashed a torrent of cum into Jill's ass.

As Jill and Bill dismounted, I curled up into a fetal ball and like a little bitch; I began rubbing my sore asshole. However, when I realized that the four of them were staring at me, I stopped.

T said, "Damn Sam!"

Thinking she was going to take a break, Jill began to rise up. T stopped her, saying, "Don't get comfortable. Get on your back little girl. I am going to fuck your ass now. Junior, there, got ya all loosened up for me..."

Jill rolled her eyes, leaned back, and gracefully spread her legs wide. T then lifted Jill's legs up and pressed her knees down against her voluptuous breasts with his left arm, as his right hand lined his huge cock up with her sperm-drenched asshole.

When T pushed forward, Jill's eyes must have widened because T laughed and said, "You got that right! I got a much bigger cock."

Although T plundered Jill's ass good, he did not last long. I suspect he was as aroused as any of us by the idea of publicly fucking, especially, another man's wife - in her hot, little, pregnant ass and in front of him.

When T withdrew his cock from Jill's ass, we all looked down at her dilated, sperm-leaking rosebud. I didn't feel so foolish when Jill rubbed her anus, too.

Leroy was next. He gently rolled Jill over onto her side, straddled her ass, and then pushed his huge, black boner all the way up her white, cum-filled ass.

Jill didn't have to have her ass cheeks spread. The girth of Leroy's cock took care of that.

Leroy then grabbed a handful of Jill's long hair and pulled her head up. Has her back arched, he taunted, "Fuck me girl. Ride my black monster. That's right. Squeeze. Keep tryin' to shit it out!"

This scene went on for a couple of minutes, until Leroy rose up into the push-up position and began brutally ramming Jill's ass. He lasted much little longer than T.

When Leroy pulled out of Jill's blasted asshole, her redbud remained open this time. I'm not sure if it was because Jill was straining to shit out Leroy's cum loads or it was due to involuntary reflex.

In any case, Jill's asshole was farting loudly. I guess she was forcing all the trapped air out of her bloated tummy.

Leroy and T chuckled, then gave each other high-fives, grabbed their stuff, and left. No wonder they came so quick, they probably had more ass waiting to get fucked.

Bill offered me a cigarette as Jill laid limp on the ground. Her asshole twitched for a couple of minutes.

When Jill had had enough of swatting the flies away from her sticky rump, she looked back at us and innocently asked if we had been able to see her tonsils. I smiled, not so much at what she said, but at the thought that this girl was not only very pretty and a sex maniac, but she had a sense of humor, too! Bill was a real lucky guy.

Wouldn't you know it; Jill rose to her knees and began crawling toward us on all fours. She got to me first because I was closest.

When she opened her mouth, to line it up with my limp penis, I covered myself with my hand. My cock was still sensitive.

I gently grabbed Jill's head and pointed it to her hubby's cock. She smiled and as she crawled by me and I gave her fleshy tits a little squeeze in thanks.

Right before Jill began working on her hubby's cock, she politely asked if I was still hungry. She added that I deserved a treat after the one I'd given her.

This time I knowingly smiled. Jill took that as a yes, rolled back over onto her onto her side, and began making love to her man's cock with her mouth.

I crawled up Jill's long legs and right before I spread her sexy cheeks open, I indulged myself for a second. I rested my face on her glorious, well-fucked behind.

Jill's ass smelled strongly of sweat, sperm, and pussy juices, but I didn't care. In fact, I relished her sexy odor.

I purposefully teased us both by giving her ass crack long lustful licks. I knew we both couldn't wait 'til I got to her swollen, reddened anus and began making love to it with my tongue.




Road Trip: Beach Blanket Anal



At some point, while I was lewdly sucking the cum out of Jill's tasty ass, Bill crawled between my own spread legs and began to lick the precum off my semi-hard cockhead. Despite what I had conveyed to Jill, my cock had begun to stiffen. I guess I thought her ass was really was all that.

Eventually, Bill maneuvered his body around, so that his one-eyed monster, which had just fucked in the ass, was only inches away from my mouth. Unhesitatingly, I wet my lips, opened my mouth, and leaned forward. As if on cue, Jill sat up.

As Jill watched me gobble up her man's cock, her left hand began working her clit and her right hand began kneading both of her full breasts. Occasionally, she would squeeze her swollen teats. 

I shivered from the excitement when I saw milk squirt out. Amazingly, Jill dabbed it with her finger, then put her finger in her mouth, and began sucking it like a cock.

To his credit, Bill never released the hold his mouth had on my cock as I began to spurt, without warning. I know I filled his mouth with my semen.

After I came, Bill quickly turned my limp body over, spread my hairless cheeks, and began to tongue my asshole. I was at his mercy now.

It was obvious where this was going and I had no qualms about it. I just sighed loudly as his cock eased into me, for the second time today.

Once Bill had managed to penetrate me completely, we both groaned in pleasure and then remained still for a few moments. Jill took advantage of the opportunity, and squatted down next to Bill.

I heard them smooching and then heard Jill whisper, "Fuck both our asses with that big cock."

The next thing I knew, Jill was lying on her side, right next to me. Her pretty face was just inches away from mine. I could only hope my breathe was as sweet as hers.

With Jill staring right into my eyes, her hubby began slowly moving his cock in and out of me. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was soon overwhelmed by pleasure, as Bill and I got into a mutually satisfying rhythm.

At some point, I felt Bill lean over toward Jill. Moments later, her eyes opened wide and her body began to move.

Hubby's fingers had penetrated Jill's ass. He was fucking us both now.

After a few minutes, hubby mounted Jill and the fingers from his other hand went into my abused rectum. We went back and forth like this for a while, until he wrapped his arms around Jill's big belly, and began lifting her up and down.

Jill grabbed my hand, when her hubby started grunting. She was taking her fourth load up that ass.

Regardless, when hubby pulled out of Jill, I mounted her and began rubbing my limp cock up and down her slick ass crack. It did not take long for my semi-hard cock to harden.

I fucked Jill's squishy anal hole rapidly and, again, came quickly. I then collapsed by her. I was exhausted, but for some reason my cock wasn't. It remained hard and in her ass.

A few minutes, later, hubby was hard, again. He gently rolled Jill and me over, so that she was kneeling over me and then turned her around.

Jill and I were almost back, to where we started. I was, again, looking at my cock in her ass.

As hubby slowly pressed his cock all the way into Jill's pussy, I could feel his every move. I had no idea that the membrane separating our cocks was so thin.

Jill immediately began grunting and groaning, when hubby started fucking her. I was pinned to the beach blanket, so I just held onto her hips lightly, as my cock bobbed up and down in her rectum. Hubby was doing all the work. 

Suddenly, hubby pulled out of Jill's pussy and with a great deal of effort, forced his cock, alongside mine, up her ass. Jill really squealed this time.

I felt Jill trying to move her hips underneath me, but she couldn't. All she could do was layback on me as hubby loosened her bowels.

About a minute or so later and with my own cock still in Jill's stuffed ass, hubby groaned, and began emptying his balls. I felt his warm sperm flood Jill's ass and bathe my cock.

As soon as hubby pulled his spent cock out of Jill's ass, my own cock slipped out, along with a huge glob of cum. As it oozed down my scrotum, I heard a small murmur behind us. I turned to see a small group of men and a couple of women watching us.

Hubby pulled the weakened Jill up and kissed her passionately. Then they took turns licking dry sperm from each other's face.

"Are you okay, Baby," Jill said turning to me. "You...both made me very happy. I came at least six times... Thanks for helping out..."

"No problem. My pleasure. Couples always turn me on...especially, you two."

"Why don't come visit us Friday. It's my birthday and we're going to have a party... You might like that... Look for the blue RV on the couple's side. You can't miss it."