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The Stool

By: Snakedanz



An air of expectancy fills the room. Dinner is over and he simply says, "It's time!"

She smiles demurely and leaves the room. He goes through the house, making his rounds-making sure the chain is on the door, both Margarita glasses are filled, and the shades are drawn. Then, he programs the CD player, and dims the lights. He can hear her in the shower and he begins to smile, he loves to see her slightly damp from the shower and she knows it. The living room is fully furnished but all a visitor would notice is the light from the stereo system, a dim glow from the Halogen lamp in the corner, and a tall stool in the middle of the floor.

The stool is the center of his focus. He sits on the couch in his undershorts and smiles to himself, "Everything is ready for my baby", he thinks to himself. She emerges from the bedroom in high heels, and a wrap of some kind.

She climbs on the stool and asks, "Do you like it?" All he can do is nod his head while the jazz pulses through his brain. Suddenly the music changes to slow love ballads, and a change seems to come over her. She begins to twist and turn on the stool but only allows him glimpses of her body behind the wrap. He relaxes on the love seat and waits patiently, for what, he has no idea.

She closes her eyes and starts to touch herself all over, her stomach, her hair, she caresses her arms and just smiles at him. Slowly she lets her head fall over the back of the stool and she opens her beautiful, shapely legs and reveals the tight white panties that are his favorite. The glow from his ever present cigarette shakes slightly while he arranges himself more comfortably. He refuses to touch himself. She has never done this before and he doesn't know what to expect, but, he does know that so far, he likes it - he likes it very, very much.

She began to slowly writhe on the stool and her soft moans actually excited him more than her actions. She started opening and closing the wrap sensuously so he got longer and longer views of her body. Suddenly, one of her favorite slow records played and she reacted so swiftly he was actually paralyzed by her reaction. "O-o-o-o-o-o-h, it's so good," she purred and threw the wrap across the room. Her breasts seemed to heave instead of breathe. He had seen her body before, but, he had never appreciated it like he was doing now. She pulled on her panties and his attention was directed to her crotch. The white panties contrasted against her dark skin and made the whole encounter more erotic than anything he had ever imagined.

Her pubic hair escaped parts of the panties and showed itself . Above the panties, the pubic hair line reached for her navel, while the rest of it seemed to be trying to escape through the sides. Meanwhile, she began to pull and stretch the panties like he had never before seen in his life. When she wasn't pulling the panties, her fat pussy lips bulged against them and the outline gave him shivers. He could actually see the entire image of her cunt, straining against the confinement. She pulled the panties taut against her slit and it appeared visibly swollen, while the dampness started to show through. She clasped the panties together at the top and pulled them up. The view was magnificent.

He watched her cunt feverishly because this made it seem like two cunts on one woman. One hidden behind the panties with pubic hair partially visible, and when she pulled them tight, he saw the other one. This was the actual cunt, lips visible, hair all around it and the panties pulled so tight they were almost non-existent. The white strip of panty appeared to be part of her slit and he moaned. When he moaned, he broke himself out of the semi-trance he was in and she smiled as if she understood. He still had not touched himself, but, he was hard as a rock. His shorts were actually being bounced up and down by his erection and she only smiled.

Surprisingly, she stopped, opened her eyes and took a sip from her Margarita. She shyly asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?" He was so excited he couldn't talk, instead he shook his head up and down and pointed to his erection. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess you're ready for the show now."

He said, "Show- I thought I just had the show."

She giggled softly and said, "Baby, that was the opening act."

She then asked him to play particular songs in a very specific order and he almost stumbled in his anxiousness to please her. When the first song began to play, she languorously began to remove her panties, showing him everything. She threw the panties at him and they both laughed. Then she made a transformation that both shocked and excited him. She seemed to forget he was there and began to play with herself as if she were alone. She began slowly, just pulling her pussy hair and touching the swollen lips of her vagina.

Instead of closing her eyes, she stared at him while she continued. Now and then she would insert one or two fingers into her cunt and pump deeply against them, then, pull them out and start it all over again . He reached for his cock and her negative reaction was so swift, he dropped his hands and continued to watch. She said, "Baby, this is a performance for you and the only price you have to pay is not to touch yourself. If you do, the show is over. Can you handle it?" He could only nod his head. Then she began to finger fuck herself so sensuously he wanted to scream. He could smell her cunt across the room and he had never been so horny in his entire life.

After a few minutes of her fingering herself, she beckoned to him with a finger. He slowly left the love seat and stood between her legs. The front of his shorts was wet with his excitement. She reached for him and kissed him deeply and slowly. While they kissed, she began to rub the back of his head and his neck. Slowly she guided him down her body where he feasted like a starving man.. He kissed and sucked her neck, which gave her immense pleasure by her reaction, and then he sucked her titties. She squirmed on the stool like he had never seen anyone do in his life. Then she guided his head further down and he kissed and tongued her navel.

Once she guided his head to her hot slit, he took over. He kissed her pussy, her thighs, her pussy, her legs, everything he could reach. He lifted her legs and kissed her asshole, he licked her entire slit and then began to search for her clit. She cupped his head in her hands and pushed his face into her pussy. He had found the magic spot and she screamed, "Baby, don't stop, I'm coming."

After she pumped violently against his face she released him. Surprisingly, he returned to the love seat and smiled at her. Then he beckoned her to join him. When she walked over she expected him to fuck her like she needed to be fucked. Instead, he pulled her over his face and began to eat her again. She moved slowly with him until he said, "I want you to fuck my face." The glint of understanding dawned in her eyes and she thrust herself on him again and again, while she pulled his head into her steaming cunt. Finally she could take no more and she stood up and moved to the side of him. She leaned on the love seat to catch her breath, but, she didn't know he wasn't finished.

Her beautiful ass was sticking out while she gasped at the window trying to get some air. Suddenly he thrust his hard dick into her cunt from the back. She could only gasp at the sudden intrusion. He seemed to be filling her entire being with his hardness. She could only reach out the window and hold on while he fucked her masterfully. Neither of them had experienced the intensity of this type of encounter before but instincts took over. His hardness filled her pussy and she gave him all he could handle. Sounds of fucking filled the room, 'fuck me, give me that pussy, give me that dick, fuck me, fuck me hard'. His dick reached enormous proportions as it filled with come. He said, "I'm coming baby". She said, "Give it to me Boo!"

The eruption from his cock was tremendous. He came, she came, he came some more, her entire being was engulfed in orgasmic frenzy. Finally, they lay spent on the love seat, basking in the glow of aftershocks.

The stool stood in the middle of the floor as a silent witness.

The Stop Sign On Botsford Road



I rolled through the stop sign on Botsford Road at about thirty miles an hour. But this time it was different. This time I wasn't driving my old Taurus. This time I was driving my Wimbledon White 1966 Mustang coupe with the twin blue racing stripes down the hood. And this time, when I dropped it into second gear and let out the clutch, the rear tires squealed and the back end kicked out.

Cal laughed. He was sitting in the seat beside me. I ran up through the gears. The engine roared. Botsford was a lonely stretch of road between the farmlands where I lived and Sutton Township, and the tall pines on either side whipped by in a blur.

"Troy, dude, this car is awesome," Cal said, and laughed again.

I grinned because he didn't know just how awesome it was. The big curve was coming up before the last long stretch of road into Sutton. I touched the brake to bring the speed down a bit and downshifted from fourth to third. The Mustang dug into the turn like it was on a rail. I feathered the gas to keep it dug in. The tires squeaked just a bit to let me know they were hanging just on the edge.

"Jesus Christ!" Cal shouted.

He held the door handle with one hand and the edge of the dashboard with the other. I glanced down at the speedometer. It hovered around eighty. That was pretty good. The best I could manage around that curve in my old Taurus was about thirty five.

About halfway through the curve I felt the tires starting to bite. I stuck my foot in the gas and the Mustang dug in harder. It pulled hard through the rest of the curve and launched down the last stretch into Sutton. The speedometer only went up to 120. It was buried when we passed the Chamber of Commerce sign. Cal was laughing the whole way.

"Oh my God. That was the coolest thing I ever saw," he said.

We rolled into Sutton Township going just under the 35 mph speed limit down Elba Road. There was no way anyone could tell we had just been running more than 100 mph over that speed, especially not the cops. It was a Friday night and everyone in Sutton who had a hot rod was driving it up and down Elba Road. And with them came the cops.

We rolled for a while. It was fun to be a part of the cruise on Elba instead of sitting on the side, watching and wishing. I knew this day would come, the day I would finally get my Dad's sweet little Mustang back on the road. It just took a little longer than I anticipated.

The Dickey's Coney Island was at the south end of Elba Road, by the river. This was the place Cal and I went just about every Friday night to suck down a couple of coney dogs, check out the sweet hot rods that packed the parking lot, and get our fill of the eye candy. Tonight there were girls everywhere. It was a warm summer night, and it was like they all came out looking for a good time.

Cal and I circled the parking lot a couple of times, looking for a spot to park, but also checking out the girls. There were so many hot chicks it was hard to pay attention to where I was driving.

A lot of people checked us out as we went by. Mine was the new car, and everybody liked to check out the new ride. It was pretty cool to finally be on the other side.

"You see one you like?" I said.

"You mean do I see one I don't like. What about you?"

"Yeah, that one," I said, and pointed at a chick who was bent over the open trunk of an old Corvette. She was wearing a very short, pleated skirt, and we had a clear view of how her tiny panties barely covered her ass.

"Yeah, this is hot," Cal said.

The place was full of girls like that. It was like an early Christmas. We circled around the parking lot and a spot opened where an old Dodge pulled out. Cal and I went inside to get something to eat.

The girl behind the counter was new. She picked a busy night to start working. She was real nice, though, when she took our order. Usually I got a footlong coney dog and onion rings. Today I ordered a bacon cheeseburger an fries. Today I was trying new things.

All the booths and tables were filled. That didn't matter, though. Cal and I took our food out to the Mustang to eat. There was no more hiding because we were a pair of schmucks in a Taurus. Tonight we were the cool guys in the Mustang. It didn't take long to notice the difference.

"Check that out," Cal said.

I had just taken a big bite of my bacon cheeseburger and I had mayonnaise on both cheeks. At first I didn't see her. But how could I not notice her? She was a curvy blonde in tight cutoff shorts, and she was headed toward us.

"Sweet Jesus, don't make me lose it now," Cal said.

I felt the same. My burger nearly caught in my throat. This girl had a sweet, angelic face with a tiny nose, and big boobs under her snug, short t-shirt with a flower on the front. Her boobs jiggled and swayed under her shirt like she wasn't wearing a bra.

She walked up to my side of the Mustang and smiled.

"Hi. This is your Mustang?" she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"It's cool. My Daddy has one like this. Only, his is yellow," she said.

"Does he drive it around here?" I said.

She shook her head and her boobs jiggled.

"Only on Sundays after church. When it's not raining," she said.

"Does he take you for a ride in it?" I said.

I glanced at Cal. He was staring at her with his mouth hanging open like a goober. I hoped he didn't ruin this for me. She stood right next to the Mustang and leaned down into my window. The top of her shirt opened and I could look right down at her bare boobs. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra.

"Every Sunday after church we get ice cream. He drives too slow, though. I like fast Mustangs. They get me hot," she said in a matter-of-fact tone like she was talking about her homework. Her fingers absently touched her chest between the swollen mounds of her boobs.

I felt a surge between my legs and had to sit up straight. This was my lucky night. This little doll was so innocent and sweet, and yet clearly horny. After so many lonely nights, finally I had a chance to get lucky, and it was all because of my Mustang. All those long nights of hard work were about to pay off.

She had soft gray eyes, thick, pouty lips with pale lipstick, and long, fine blonde hair past her shoulders. The thought of doing nasty things with this sweet girl made me burn with desire, and rock hard between my legs.

"What's your name?" I said.

"Cory. What's yours?"

"Troy. You wanna go for a ride?"

She frowned. "I don't know. Is it a fast car?"

"Fastest Mustang around here," Cal said.

Cory's face lit up. "Ok. Where do I sit?"

Cal grabbed his dinner and opened his door.

"You can sit here," he said. She walked around the front of the Mustang, bouncing with each excited step. He grabbed my stuff too, and grinned. "Good luck, dude."

He jumped out and Cory jumped in. She stretched her long, bare legs, and I swallowed hard. I was already lucky.

"Make sure that belt's tight. I'm gonna make this thing move," I said.

She pulled the seat belt over her lap and snapped it in. The shoulder strap cut between her big boobs, and her hard nipples poked through the thin shirt. I strapped my own belt on. She smiled at me and glanced at my lap. Her eyes got wide and her smile got a little bigger. I hoped she liked what she saw.

I fired up the Mustang and revved the engine a couple of times, just to give Cory a thrill. If fast Mustangs got her hot, I wanted her to boil over.

We drove up Elba Road with all the other hot rods out that night. I sat pretty tall and drove at a good, slow speed. I wanted everyone to see me in my hot Mustang with this hot chick.

When we got to the end of Elba, most of the other hot rods turned around to cruise back the other way. I had other plans, and I turned onto Botsford Road. The Mustang got up to the 120 mph on the speedometer before I had to slow for the curve. Trees whipped by on either side. The yellow stripes down the center of the road were like one long, yellow string.

I slowed down for the big curve, but maybe not enough. Coming into town I was trying to impress Cal. This time, I wasn't just trying to impress Cory, I was trying to make her so horny she couldn't stand it. Instead, I might have frightened her.

The tires squealed. She grabbed the door handle. Then the back end started to slide out and for an instant I had a horrible vision of the Mustang spinning and tumbling off the road into the trees. I lifted off the gas. The back tires skidded a bit more until they scrubbed off enough speed to get a bite. We were all the way on the other side of the road when the Mustang snapped back into line. The long, lonely stretch of Botsford Road lay ahead of us. I stuck my foot into the gas. The engine roared and I pounded through the gears. Cory actually squealed and clapped her hands. I grinned. I was so in.

The stop sign on Botsford Road came up in a hurry. I hardly slowed down for it, which was probably a bad idea. What if a little old lady was coming up to the intersection and couldn't tell that I had only slowed to about 80 mph? That was how James Dean was killed. But I didn't have time to worry about that now. I had a horny blonde with big boobs in the seat beside me.

"Where are you taking me?" she said.

"I know a place where we can look at the river. And make out," I said, and looked at her to see her reaction. She smiled back at me. That was what I was hoping to see.

I turned off of Botsford onto a side road. We passed a lot of houses until we got to a park at the end of the street. I pulled into a parking spot that looked over the river, just beyond the kids swings and slides. I let the engine idle for a minute before I shut it off. The sudden quiet was a bit of a shock. It was a few seconds before I heard the crickets.

"It's nice," she said.

It took me a second to realize she was talking about the view of the river. I had a view of my own that was pretty nice, of her fine body in the dim, pale moonlight.

"Very nice," I said.

She saw that I was looking at her and her smile got a little bigger. I leaned over, slipped my arm around her neck to pull her closer, and kissed her. She had soft lips that yielded to my pressure. She moaned softly, which helped turn me on.

I had an erection sticking down the leg of my jeans and I couldn't wait to let it out. I tried to shift in the seat to make myself comfortable. It didn't help much. When I installed the form-fitting competition seats it was to hold me in place around tight turns. I never considered that I might want to get my hands around the curves of a hot looking girl instead.

Cory leaned closer to me. Her lips parted and I slipped my tongue between them. Her tongue touched mine and my blood surged. She knew what she was doing. She must have done this before.

This was my lucky day. I was feeling like I could do nothing wrong. I decided to see how far I could take it and reached over to feel her boob. My fingers touched her soft flesh and her back arched and she moaned in my mouth. I squeezed a little harder. Her boob fit my hand perfectly and her hard nipple stuck out through the thin shirt.

"Mmm yeah baby," she breathed into the side of my neck, and kissed me again.

I was twisted in my seat like a big time wrestler had broken me in half. My back was cramping, but there was no way I was going to let go of her boob. A meteor could have struck in the middle of the parking lot and wiped out civilization for a thousand miles in every direction. Nothing was going to make me let go of her perfect boob. Except maybe Cory herself. Actually, she offered me an upgrade.

"I'm really warm. Would you like to feel how warm I am?" she said.

She took my hand and moved it down over her belly. Her legs spread and she pushed my hand to the crotch of her cutoff shorts.

"Yeah, you're really warm," I said.

I pressed my middle finger into her crotch. She looked into my eyes and moaned and bit her lower lip. I rubbed her crotch and her hips squirmed.

I slipped my hand down the front of her shorts and into her panties. She had only a few wisps of hair between her legs. She spread them a bit wider. My fingers wiggled in a bit further. When I found her moist pussy lips, I pushed my middle finger between them. She moaned softly, like the purr of a happy pussy cat.

Her hand reached over to my lap and squeezed my hard bulge.

"Wow. It feels like you got a really big willy," she said.

I paused with my middle finger halfway up her pussy.

"Did you call it a willy?" I said.

"Yeah. What do you call it?"

"I call it my dick."

She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"My Daddy's name is Dick," she said. She unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper and pulled out my dick. "It's pretty big."

Her gentle hand stroked it slowly.

"Kiss it," I said.

Her eyebrows went up, like she was surprised.

"You want me to?" she said.

"Yeah."

She pulled her legs up to kneel on the seat. I had to take my hand out of her panties, which was too bad. I was enjoying the feel of her warm pussy. She had to maneuver around the tall, chrome shift lever with the white ball, but she bent over my lap, lowered her head and took my cock right into her mouth.

I let out a sigh. All I did was ask her to kiss it, but what the hell. Sure, she was only blowing me because I had a cool Mustang, but she was still blowing me. I was just amazed at how easy it was. If I was still driving that old Taurus she never would have talked to me. I should have been angry about that, but it was hard to get angry at a girl when she had my cock in her mouth.

Her head moved up and down slowly. I laid back with my head on the headrest. I couldn't move. Her mouth was warm and wet and she sucked in her cheeks. If I cared I would have had to wonder how many times she had done this before. Her mouth, however, was too exquisite to worry about such insignificant details.

She paused to lick the head, then closed her mouth over it and bobbed her head. She took it deep into her mouth, too, at least half of it before it made her gag.

"Oh God that feels good," I said with a deep groan.

Cory looked up at me. Her saliva glistened on her lips.

"I love your willy, Troy. I bet it would feel good in my slitty," she said.

"Have you ever done it on the hood of a Mustang?"

She looked out the windshield at the front of the Mustang.

"Are you serious?"

She jumped out and ran to the front of the Mustang before I could answer. I climbed out to join her. I felt a little awkward with my hard dick wagging from the front of my jeans, but this wasn't the time to worry about how silly I looked.

"Your car gets me so hot. I can't wait for it," Cory said.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I loved the feel of her soft boobs against my chest. I slid my hands down her back and squeezed her ass. My hard cock pressed against her belly.

"Let's get these off first," I said.

I unbuttoned her shorts, pulled down the zipper, and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them and whipped her tiny panties off. I had to stand there for a few seconds to stare at her naked body in the dim moonlight. How did I get so lucky?

But I didn't stand around waiting for an answer. I picked her up by her waist and set her bare ass on the hood. The white paint and blue stripes were still fresh, but I wasn't worried. I didn't think her soft ass would scratch it.

"Ooo, it's still warm," she said.

"Yeah. It's hot, like your ass," I said.

I pulled up her t-shirt and bent down to lick her nipples. The cool night air made them stick out. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair.

I laid her back and pushed her legs apart. She raised her head to look at me.

"Are you gonna kiss me there?" she said.

"If I had all night I'd lick you all over," I said, and she giggled.

I dropped my head between her thighs and licked her slit. Her pussy was as sweet as it looked.

"Oh God yes," she said with a deep groan.

My cock throbbed. It was nice to lick her pussy and make her feel good. It was nice to feel my cock in her mouth, but I couldn't wait to get it in her pussy.

I ran my tongue over her lips and poked it into her tight slot over and over until she pulled my head up.

"You can fuck me now, baby. My Mom, she put me on the pill 'cause she knows I like to fool around with boys."

I stood up between her spread legs and pulled her ass to the front edge of the hood. The Mustang sat low over its wide wheels, which put Cory at just the right height for me, almost as if I had planned to fuck hot looking chicks on the hood.

I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. Cory was looking up at me and licking her lips, and her ass squirmed. This girl was really hot for it.

I leaned forward. The head of my cock pierced her pussy lips. Her mouth was open just a bit and she winced. She was a tight fit, no matter how many guys she had done this with before. I put both hands on the warm hood on either side of her and leaned into her a little harder. The rest of my cock slowly sunk into her tight pussy, and she didn't moan until I hit bottom.

"Oh yes baby. Fuck me," she said with a sigh.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me down. I rocked my hips back and forth. The Mustang rocked with me, even on its tight springs. My eyes rolled back and my jaw fell slack. Her pussy was as delicious as I had imagined, and so much more. It had been too long since I had enjoyed the pleasure of a girl, and I wasn't about to question my luck tonight.

There were no squeaks from the Mustang. I was glad to find that out. But there were plenty of squeaks and squeals from Cory, every time I drove my cock into her. There were a few houses not too far from where we were parked. I was surprised no one came out to see what all the noise was about.

I tried to hurry up. I wanted to finish enjoying Cory's fine body before we got busted. I also tried to take my time, though, which made it a little difficult for me. I wanted to make sure I got her off as well. There might be other hot chicks in Sutton township that might like to go for a ride in my Mustang. I didn't want Cory to tell them to stay away because I was only in it to get my own rocks off.

She was moaning out loud and wiggling all over the place. She must have been close. I started pounding harder and let myself go. I groaned like an angry bull. I pumped a flood of cum into her. Cory's back arched off the hood like she was trying to throw me off her, and she screamed so loud I was sure we were going to get caught.

On the way back to Sutton I cruised at a decent pace. Cory sat in the seat beside me, grinning, her cheeks glowing. I grinned back. It was too bad I had to drop her off where I found her. I'd probably never see her again, and that was too bad. I'd love the chance to get in her shorts again, next time on a bed where we could get right at it. Next time I wanted her on top of me so I could hold her beautiful boobs and watch her face when I shot my cum inside her.

At the stop sign on Botsford Road, I slowed down a bit, but still blew through it at about thirty miles per hour. I had my mind on the big curve coming up. This time I wasn't going to take it nearly as fast as when we came out. There was no need to take such a big risk to turn Cory on when she'd already put out.

That was when I saw the red and blue flashing lights in my rearview mirror.

"Shit," I said, and slowed down.

Cory turned to look through the back window.

"Are you gonna get a ticket?" she said.

"Probably."

I pulled the Mustang off to the side of the road, just before the big curve, shaking my head. How many times had I blown through that stop sign and there was never a cop there?

The cop took his time getting out of his car. I had my hands on the steering wheel, and I was getting impatient. Cory looked a little nervous in the seat beside me, with her hands in her lap.




The Stop Sign On Botsford Road



Finally the cop got out of his car and I watched him walk up to the Mustang in the side mirror. He shined the flashlight in at us.

"Step out of the car please. You too, little lady," he said.

I got out on my side and Cory got out on her side. We stood together off to the side in the grass while the cop looked over the Mustang, from top to bottom, and even underneath. When he got up, he turned off his flashlight and started back toward his car.

"Come with me son," he said.

I rolled my eyes. This was not going to be good. I followed him back to his car and got in on the passenger side.

He left the dome light on while he punched some things into his computer. I tried to make it look like I wasn't looking at him, but I wanted to see who he was.

He was older than I first thought, with a mustache and reddish gray hair, and some wrinkles on his face. He didn't look mean, though, or even angry. I wasn't sure if this was a good sign.

I also had Cory to look at. She was still standing in the grass beside my Mustang, and she looked hot in her tiny cutoff shorts and tight t-shirt, except that she had her arms crossed over her perfect boobs. It seemed like a year ago that I was fucking her on the hood of the Mustang.

"I gotta tell ya, it don't look good for ya son," the cop said.

I turned away from Cory, and immediately I hated that condescending way he was looking at me.

"I got you for speeding, running a stop sign, reckless endangerment, and that don't even include that car you got there. Just for starters I can get you for illegal exhaust, improper ride height. I'm gonna have that car impounded," he said.

I think my mouth fell open. I was too stunned to speak. I couldn't believe what he was saying. He wasn't serious, was he?

He pointed to Cory with his pen.

"Now, you better tell me this girl is your sister or I'm gonna haul your ass off to the lockup for raping a minor."

He flipped open his ticket book and started to write. I looked at Cory again and felt a panic that made my throat tight. I couldn't swallow. I never thought to ask her age. What if she was underage? Standing there by the Mustang in the cop car's bright headlights, she certainly could have been sixteen. Shit, I was in huge trouble.

"How's it gonna look with the words sex offender on your record? Your face is gonna look real nice on those websites son," the cop said without looking up from the ticket he was writing.

I had to do something, had to say something. It took a minute to finally get my throat to work.

"I don't think she's underage," I said.

The cop put his pen down.

"Is that right? How about if we just ask her? And what's she gonna tell me when I ask what you two did in that car of yours?" he said.

He didn't say anything after that for a minute or two. It was odd to be sitting there in the quiet with that cop, staring at Cory, who shifted and looked around like she was terribly uncomfortable.

"She do got a nice ass, that girl. I bet she got a tight pussy when you fucked her," the cop said, and looked at me with half a smirk like we were best buddies sharing a joke.

I didn't say anything. Was he trying to get me to fall into his trap by admitting that she did have a tight pussy? Then the cop shook his head.

"That girl's just a dumb slut anyway. I don't know how many times I dragged her hot looking ass out of the back seat of one car or another. Most guys in town know to stay away from her. But you're not from Sutton. I hope you were wearing a rubber when you fucked her. You get her pregnant and you could be in a shitload of trouble."

He closed his ticket book and tapped the cover with his pen.

"I'll tell you what son. You got a clean record and I like you. I'm willing to bet you put a lot of work and money into that car of yours. I got one just like it." He paused and his wrinkled eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna give you one chance to keep your car. You interested?"

I swallowed hard. Was this another trap?

"Yes," I said.

He smiled a little bit. He flipped open the ticket book and tapped the pen on the long ticket that he had filled out.

"I'm willing to do something for you. I'll tear up this ticket. You can take that car home and park it nice and safe in your garage. Hell, I don't even care what you do with the girl."

He tore the ticket out of the book and put it on the dashboard. His hand brushed the inside of his thigh. I glanced down. There wasn't much light in the car, but I could see his fingers rubbing a long, thick ridge down the leg of his pants.

"All you gotta do is suck my cock."

"What? Are you crazy?" I shouted, and backed away until the door stopped me.

He chuckled. "I'm pretty serious son. You got a pretty mouth. You ever suck a cock before? I bet you really know how to take care of a man with that mouth."

He reached up to touch my cheek and I swiped his hand away.

"Fuck you," I said.

He chuckled again. I was ready to fight. I'd been in fights before, I'd been hit and I'd delivered a few good hits myself, and I was ready to take this cop's head off.

"Maybe one day. Right now I'm in a position to fuck you," he said, and tapped the ticket on the dashboard.

I didn't answer. It would have been stupid to take a swing at him. He was a cop, after all, besides the fact that he had a gun.

I didn't really care about Cory. She was just a good fuck for one night. What I really cared about was my Mustang. I spent years working my ass off to get it built. I would do anything to keep from losing it. But would I suck this cop's dick? I shuddered. The thought of putting another man's penis in my mouth was so disgusting I wanted to throw up.

The cop unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. My eyes bulged. It was huge, ten inches, at least. He spread his legs and stroked it with one hand.

"You're thinking about it, ain't ya son? What's it worth to ya to keep that car? Is one quick blowjob worth it? All I gotta do is hit this key and enter that ticket on your record. Then we'll let the judge decide about that pretty girl being a minor," he said. His hand hovered over the keyboard.

I stared at his cock. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I thought so," the cop said.

I didn't know what to do next. The cop didn't tell me what he wanted. He just sat there with his fat dick sticking up, grinning. I took a deep breath. There was no way around it. I was committed. I just had to get through it and hope I didn't get sick.

I reached over and put my hand around his cock. It was hot and hard as a rock, and it made me shudder. How in God's name did I get myself into this? It was like a bad movie.

He put his hand over mine and moved it up and down on his shaft.

"Go ahead son. You know how to do it. I'm sure you done it yourself many times before," he said.

He let go of my hand and I was pumping it on my own. So far that wasn't too bad. At least it didn't turn my stomach. Maybe if I rubbed him off I wouldn't have to blow him.

He picked up the ticket off the dashboard, tore it in half and handed it to me. I looked at Cory. I had only twenty bucks in my pocket. That probably wasn't enough to get him to let her do this for me.

I took another deep breath. Maybe it would be easier if I closed my eyes. I squeezed them shut and bent over with my mouth open. I hoped the guys at the shop never found out about this.

The head of his cock hit my nose. I had to open my eyes to see where I was, and I was surprised how huge it looked up close. How was I supposed to get that thing in my mouth?

I stretched my mouth wider. The head touched my upper lip first. I wrinkled my nose. This was going to be harder than I thought. I started to sit up. I was going to tell him to just write the damn ticket, but he put his hand on the back of my neck and shoved me down.

The head of his cock hit my teeth. I was sure it would knock a couple of them out. It stretched my jaw open wide and only stopped when it hit the back of my mouth. I gagged. He had a good grip on my neck and I couldn't get away. It felt like the head of his cock was starting to go down my throat, and as if that wasn't deep enough, he lifted his hips off the seat to push it deeper.

"Suck on it son," he said like he was a growling dog.

He moved my head up and down. He had rough, strong hands, and every time he forced my head down, his cock jammed into the opening of my throat and made me gag. I pushed back against his leg. I could have got away, if I hadn't let him get me in such a bad position.

I closed my mouth around his cock. This was a bizarre experience. I liked girls. I loved to fuck them. Anyone who had a doubt about that just had to look at Cory, standing not more than twenty feet from where I was. And yet here I was with a grown man's fat cock in my mouth. I couldn't say I was actually enjoying the experience. It was just surreal, like it wasn't happening to me.

"Here it comes son," the cop said.

For a moment I was puzzled. Here comes what? Then I realized what he was talking about. I pushed back against his grip as hard as I could and tried to shout something, but it just came out as a muffled moan because his cock filled my mouth like a cork. It didn't matter anyway. He came.

"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned.

His hips bucked. His cock swelled, stretching my jaw even wider, and it throbbed against my tongue and lips. That was an odd sensation. Did my own cock do that when I came in a girl's mouth?

His first shot was hot and thick and so heavy I couldn't keep it all in my mouth. It leaked out past my lips and ran down my chin and the shaft of his cock to my hand, and I still had more to deal with.

I could have swallowed it. But was I going to do that for this cop? No fucking way. I let his cum fill out my cheeks like overinflated balloons. What I couldn't keep in I let run down his cock. If it left a stain in his pants, that was too bad for him.

His hand released my neck. I jerked my head away and fell back on the seat to the other side of the car. But I still had a mouthful of his cum, and I was just beginning to notice that I hated the taste of cum. I leaned forward to spit it out on the floor, but I didn't like the look in his eye, so I turned to the open window and spit it out into the grass.

"That was a fine blowjob son. I'd almost think you done that before," he said. He tucked that long cock back into his pants and zipped up.

I wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt. I don't think I was ever going to get that taste off my tongue.

"You're free to go son. Get out of my car. Do yourself a favor and fuck that girl one more time before you drop her off," he said.

I opened the door and started to get out.

"Do me a favor, will ya son? I'm gonna watch for you to come racing down my street in that nice car. Don't let me down, will ya? I can't wait for a chance to fuck that nice ass of yours," he said.

"Go to hell," I said, and slammed the door.

I walked back to Cory and my Mustang. I could hear him laughing.

Cory brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"What happened?" she said.

Before I could answer, the cop car pulled up alongside us. The cop leaned over to the side window.

"Cory, don't stay out late, ok baby?" he said.

"I won't. Bye Daddy," she said, and waved as he drove off.

I stared at the taillights of the cop car driving away down Botsford Road with my mouth hanging open.

"Did he give you a ticket?" Cory said.

I shook my head. "No. He just gave me a warning."



The Stoplight



He was on his horn the second the light turned green. I was on my bike in the left turn lane at the intersection of this busy street waiting for the oncoming cars to pass. I hadn't even clipped my shoes into my pedals or started into the intersection before he started laying on his horn. I looked back at him and gave him a "What can I do? There are cars coming." look.

He leaned out his window and yelled, "Get the fuck out of the way!"

I gave him the finger.

He continued to holler, "C'mon, bitch! Move it!"

Now, that pissed me off. It wasn't the honking or the yelling -- I was used to that abuse as I rode my bike around town or in the country. But insulting my personality -- that pissed me off.

I turned my bike around and glared right at him through his windshield. Then I maneuvered my bike around so I was at his open side window.

"What's your problem?" I asked sarcastically. "And why did you call me a bitch?"

"You fucking bicyclists are the problem! You clog up the roads, thinking you own the place. You don't even pay god damn taxes to fix the roads and you want your own god damn lane everywhere. You ride around in those frickin' skin tight suits with advertisements all over them acting like you're Lance Armstrong. When two or three of you are riding together, you don't even let cars get around you and we have to drive 20 miles an hour 'til we find space to pass. And when there's a bunch of you jerk offs riding together, nobody can get by. At night we can hardly see you even though you have those cute, little lights that are supposed to let us know you are in front of us. If there's ever an incident, it's always the car driver that gets into trouble. It's never you assholes who caused the problem in the first place. You all think you're the god damn Queen of Sheba."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Nah. There's more, but I don't have the time," he replied with a snarky smile.

"Listen, you smart ass," I said. "You need a lesson in manners. And you need to learn a little about riding a bike."

"Oh, yeah?" he said. "Looks like you are blocking the road here. Why don't I pull into that empty parking lot over there and you can give me a god damn lesson on riding a bike?"

"O.K.," I said glancing over my shoulder at the nearly empty parking lot. "Try not to run over anybody on your way."

"Fuck you!" he said as he pulled away from me. By that time the light had changed and he had to wait to turn. I pulled up right behind him. He flipped me the bird through his rear view mirror.

When the light turned, he waited for a few cars, then turned right in front of a blue sedan that visibly had to slow down. I waited until it was clear, then turned and followed him into the parking lot. I stopped beside his side window and released my clips.

"O.K., missy! Just what are you going to teach me?" he sneered at me.

"First of all, I'm not 'missy'," I said. "Do you have a hard on for all bike riders or just women riders?"

"Shit, you're all the same. One's just as bad as the other," he answered. "Besides, you are too a missy. I see your tits poking through your shirt."

I could see that this conversation was going from bad to worse.

"Man, you've got a lot to learn," I said. "Pay attention now if you can. This is not a shirt. It's a jersey. And these are not my tits. They're called breasts -- every woman has them -- and those are my nipples you see. And you see them because I'm not wearing a bra because I get hot when I ride a bike. And when I get hot, I sweat. Women can do some physical exercise, you know. Not like guys like you who sit on their ass in their SUV driving around trying to intimidate people. Well, I'm not afraid of jerks like you."

"Whatever," he said.

"What do you mean, 'Whatever'? " I said with growing anger in my voice. "You sit in your big, fancy car picking on women who have just as much right to be on this road as you do, and all you can say is 'Whatever'? Where do you get off telling anybody to get out of your way? You don't own the road, either. And I probably pay just as much taxes as you do. You're just an ignorant, smart-ass who probably looked at my butt as I waited at the light and it got you going. Rather than just appreciate me for what I am and what I look like, you yelled at me and called me a bitch. You probably don't know a lot about women and you don't know a god damn thing about me."

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face and didn't say a thing. It may have been the first time a woman had talked to him like that and he didn't know what to say. I took that opportunity and kept going.

"You know what?" I went on. "I'm not wearing anything under my pants, either. How do you like that? When I'm riding, every time I pedal, my vagina -- you guys probably call it a pussy, my 'pussy' squishes back and forth, side to side, on the seat of my bike and sometimes it feels pretty damn good. I bet you didn't know that, did you? I bet if you knew that, every time you saw a woman riding a bike, you'd get a hard on. Hell, you'd probably get a hard on if you saw a man riding a bike."

"Would not," he said.

"Oh, yeah?" I quickly replied. "You've probably got a hard on right now, don't you? It probably turns you on to have a woman talk back to you, especially a woman whose tits are pokin' through her shirt. In fact, that's probably why you almost had a wreck when you turned back there -- your boner got in the way!"

"That's ridiculous," he replied meekly.

I could tell I had him on the run. I decided to see how far I could take him.

"Ridiculous, huh?" I challenged him. I leaned in toward his open window. "O.K. Let's see. Let's see your weenie and see if it's hard or not." I tried to demean him.

"I'm not showing you my cock."

"What's the matter?" I retorted. "Are you afraid? There's nobody around -- just me. Haven't you ever shown your weenie to a woman?" I said, continuing to humiliate him.

"Quit calling it a weenie," he demanded weakly, "and, yes, I have, plenty of times."

"So it's not a weenie, huh?" I continued. "Well, prove it. Unzip your pants and take it out. Show me what you got. That is, if you're not afraid." I was really pushing him now.

"You fucking bitch!" he spat out. Now he was mad. I chuckled inside; this was getting fun.

"There's that 'bitch' word, again!" I said quickly, but not angrily this time. I wanted to keep him going.

"Do you even know what a bitch is? A bitch makes fun of cocks and calls them weenies. And, believe me, I've seen plenty of cocks so I know a weenie when I see one." I leaned in a little farther. He backed away as much as he could against the console of the car.

"Fuck you!" he said.

"Not a chance," I replied. "C'mon, you son of a bitch. You've got a nasty mouth. Let's see if you've got the prick to back it up." This pushed him over the edge.

"You fuckin' whore!" he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out so I could see it.

It wasn't bad, but I didn't tell him that. And it certainly wasn't in the weenie category. I kept going.

"Does it work?" I taunted.

"What do you mean 'Does it work'? Of course, it works," he answered, clearly on the defensive.

"O.K. Show me," I continued to taunt him.

"You mean, jerk off? I'm not going to jerk off in front of you."

"You probably can't. As soon as a woman stands up to you, it's all you can do to get hard, let alone jerk off."

He sat there with his hand around his cock, unaware that he was slowly pumping it up and down. He was thinking about it. I pushed some more.

"What do you have to do to come?" I asked. "Do you have to think about tits or do have to actually see them? How about if I showed you my tits? Would you like that?"

His eyes were beginning to glaze over and he was pumping his cock a little faster. I didn't let up.

"How about if I let you touch my tits? Would that be better? Would you like to suck them?"

He pumped faster. This was getting more fun. I kept pushing.

"How about if I showed you my pussy? Would you like that? It's completely shaved so it won't get irritated when I ride. Would you like to see my bald pussy?"

He looked directly at me and started really pumping his cock. Then he looked down at his crotch.

"Oh, shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, my god!" he said as he started coming and his cock spurted out all over the console and the passenger seat.

It was quite a sight, watching several large lines of cum shoot out of his cock spraying all over the passenger seat and the console. In fact, if this had been a different situation, I might have thought it was impressive.

I said nothing, just watched him. There was cum all over everything. In a minute his breathing slowed and he looked up at me with a sheepish look on his face.

"You're pathetic," I said.

I got on my bike and rode away. 



The Stopwatch



"I cut the coffee pot off Shuggar," she stated as he walked by mumbling to himself.

She laughed thinking what a time she was going to have alone with him on their hiking trip. She stood at the kitchen door watching him as he placed their back packs in the Jeep. He looked great in his shorts, muscle shirt and sneakers. He always worked on that body. Swimming, biking, and weights was a few things that he took time for. She knew that staying fit was so important to him. She tried to do as much with him as possible but she just felt like the dancing she just loved to do, the gym once a week added to their extremely physical sex life was more than enough to keep her in shape. When he would start his lectures on fitness, she would always bring it to his attention jokingly, that too much of anything was bad and that out of all of her forms of exercise...well...she would not cut back on the gym or the dancing. That left only one thing to cut back on. 

That would always get the lecture on "priority" started from him. He knew all along, he was definitely on the top of her list.

"Shay Lyn...this boat is about to sail with or without ya...get your Sweet TEXAS ass in the Jeep!" he shouted from the driveway as he shut and latched the rear door.

"OK!", she replied as she grabbed her makeup bag from the kitchen island and placed it under her arm and grabbed two apples from the fruit basket. She managed to get the door locked and closed behind her before she dropped the makeup bag.

She squat down to get it as "Dayummmmmmm!" came from her mouth so natural. She looked up and seen him leaning against the Jeep, ankles crossed, arms folded across his chest, shaking his head grinning. He had to look her over. To be only a half inch over five foot, from the angle he was looking, her tanned legs in the light blue spandex shorts made her legs seem to go on forever. And the top...same shade of blue was like a layer of skin over her rounded breast. Her nipples were not sitting back unnoticed either. It's like they new he would be watching them so they made their presence known. The matching blue cloth sun visor with her blonde pony tail hanging down her back was the finishing touch. And of course her white Reeboks. She was a stickler on no spots on her sneakers. He knew this well, there was no doubt in his mind that the spray bottle of leather shoe cleaner was on the trip with them. It was probably packed in her back pack before her toothbrush.

"Why did you lock the door Shay Shay?" he asked rather smugly.

She looked up as she began to stand and asked "did ya forget something?"

Tony responded with a half smile on his face," well Baby, you got that dayum make up bag going to the woods with ya, I figured you wanted me to get the full length mirror out of your dressing area and slide it in the Jeep."

She knew he was being his same old pestery self. "Think fast ya punk!" she yelled as she tossed him an apple.

He caught it, bit into it and held it in his mouth with his teeth as he opened the door for her to get in. She flashed him a look that made his heart skip a beat as she sat down.

As agreed on a long time ago, due to their differences in opinion as to what sounds like music, they flipped a coin before they got on the highway to determine who placed the first CD in. He won the toss, so in went a CD that she referred to as his 'Toots" CD. As he got it on the track that he wanted to hear, she had graciously reached in the door compartment and pulled out her Walkman all ready loaded with some good old country music. 

He cut his eyes to her and she smiled snapping her fingers to Alan Jackson. He smiled and shook his head as he headed up the ramp to the highway. She loved getting away with him. They hung out so well together. They had many of the same interest and enjoyed sharing their time together. Shay liked getting out in the woods hiking. She liked watching him in the sunlight with that look in his eye of adventure. Their drive was a quiet one for about an hour, and they had two more ahead of them. That 'quiet' depended on if he could keep her from getting in her "wanting to prowl mode" as he called it. She was definitely a jet setter when it came to travel. Long drives were a waste as far as she was concerned. "Get where your going! " she would say. And when she would say like a child, " are we there yet," or "are we almost there?" he would know the quiet time was over. And there it was...

She sighed as she removed her headphones, pulling her dark shades down on her nose looking out over the top of them, " Are we almost there?" She noticed he was mouthing her words looking straight ahead, he knew his Shay. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, Tony, I need to..." he started shaking his head grinning and said "Uh Uh...Not going to work Shay Lyn. If you need to pee, cross them legs. I told you this would be a non stop drive." 

She had pulled that trick on him so many times. And she would never except stopping at a rest stop or station. It had to be a Shopping Center or Mall. He knew she was trying it again. She smiled... knowing he knew it.

She tried all the things from her childhood to make the drive go smooth...counting 18 wheelers, trying to get them to honk, doing the slug bug thing when she seen Volkswagens and then she even filed her nails. She brushed her hair. He knew she was getting restless.

She propped her arm on the door facing and leaned her head on her fist. He smiled to himself, she was like a child and always kept him intrigued.

She sat and thought of things trying to keep her mind occupied as to not get so bored. She realized she was looking at his strong legs. They were so muscled and tanned. Not a lot of hair. She took herself back to a night when she started at his toes. Him laying butt naked on his tummy as she began to rub and massage his feet and his calves. She remembered his squirming when she was kissing and dragging her soft lips on the that sweet spot behind his knees. He was ticklish. As she moved up his hard thighs she could feel the heat radiating from his balls on her face. She had him roll over on his back. His hard cock waving to her as he stretched out his arms above his head. She placed the tip of her tongue on his balls. And started making little circles with her tongue. His moans were driving her crazy. She opened her mouth wide and took his right testicle in her warm, wet mouth and held it. Mouthing it gently.

She realized that the slight vibration of the Jeep was really causing her a nice feeling between her legs while she allowed those sweet memories dance in her head. She shifted her ass in the seat and pulled her body away from the door and was more centered in the bucket seat. Shay had to touch him. And then she noticed a Billboard. "Super Mall"...5 miles was all she caught as they passed the sign.

She reached to the front of his shorts. He jumped and let out a, " Whoa..!!!" and placed his hand over hers, giving it a little squeeze. She then slid her hand under the T-shirt.

He looked at her with his smile that always melted her, she quickly slid her hand under the waistband of his shorts.

He looked at her over the top of his shades and told her,"Hey...let me drive lady."

She smiled and told him, " I'm just going to help you shift the gears."

He replied while shifting in his seat, " More like stroking my gears Baby. Keep that thought in that pretty little head. We will be there in an hour or so." The whole time he was sucking his belly in, allowing her room to lower her hand. She took his growing cock.

"OK Shay...this is not cool while I'm driving," he replied with a little shaking in his voice.

She leaned over to him. Tugging at the waist of his shorts allowing his cock to wave in front of him between his tummy and the steering wheel. He filled his lungs with air so deep as she placed her head under his arm that was in control of the steering wheel, taking her mouth to his hard cock. She felt him shudder as she took him into her mouth and began to work her tongue all over his cock.

She was overtaken by the task at hand. She knew she was one of the best at sucking cock and she knew he loved it. Shay just wasn't sure which of them loved it more. She took her time. Stroking and sucking. Licking and teasing. Poking the tip of her tongue in the slit on the head of his cock. He was hard. And his sounds and movements were letting her know it would not be long, he would be unloading into her mouth. 

She pulled his cock from her mouth and reached to the glove compartment for tissues. As she done this with his cock still in her left hand she saw a sign saying the next exit for the "Super Mall." She quickly returned to his engorged cock, placing it back in her mouth. "Finish me off Shay..." He groaned as he placed his left hand on the back of her head pulling her to him.

She smiled to herself and began bobbing on his cock. Gripping and stroking his shaft with a slight twist of her hand as she was feeding him into her mouth.

All at once she slid it out of her mouth again as he was humping air.

"Please Tony...please pull over... I need to have you in me...now Baby, please," she begged.

He wanted her. He seen the approaching sign "Super Mall"...next exit. He took it. As he turned into the parking lot Shay was still sucking his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth. Tony parked the Jeep out at the edge of the parking lot, reached beside the seat and pulled the lever to recline his seat and then remembered to apply the emergency break.

He knew he was wasted because he involuntarily started pushing his hips to meet her mouth. He could feel his load traveling through his rock hard shaft and its exit was about to be made. " You ready Baby?" he gasped at the moment he felt the first blast.

She tasted him spewing his cum into her mouth and swallowed once, then she pulled him from her mouth and started milking him into the tissues. All he could do was lay back and feel this powerful surge through his body. She knew how to please him.

Shay stroked and cooed over him about five minutes as he stroked her head and played with her ponytail.

She leaned into him and kissed the head of his spent cock and told him, "I need my bag Shuggar."

He laid back in the seat with a smile on his face, eyes closed behind his shades and told her in a raspy voice, " let me catch my breath Baby, gimme a sec."

She knew that was her cue, "I'll get it!" she replied with a grin as she opened the passenger door. She stepped out quickly and grabbed her purse from the behind the seat. She looked back in at him still in his own little cloud and whispered, " be right back Shuggar," and walked away in a brisk walk smiling that smile.

She heard him call out, " Shay Lyn!" she just kept going. 

Tony laid back in his seat still having some aftershock. He laid back in his seat about fifteen minutes with his eyes closed. All at once like an electrical shock, eyes popping open he says to himself out loud, *sighs* " she got me again!"

About an hour passed and he heard the rear passenger door open. She was back. Shay was placing bags in the back and talking to him as he just watched her with no expression on his face.

"Now Tony... I REALLY had to pee...YOU know I have to stop for that... and look!" she shouted as she tossed him a small beige gift bag. " Open it Shuggar!", she told him as she offered him some chocolate covered peanuts she had purchased from the Candy Store.

Tony reached in the gift bag and pulled out a well protected item all wrapped in tissue. He began to unwrap the contents as he heard Shay giggle. Quickly glancing over at her he held the compass in his hand.

Shay quickly leaned over the console to him and showed him an added feature to this compass and told him, " Look Baby...I know you have several of these BUT..this is a better one. You see this button right here?" Shay pushed the button on the compass and it started a light ticking sound. " It's a stop watch too Tony!...I kind of figured... you could hold it up when we get on the highway.. make sure we are heading in the right direction then, start the stopwatch...it will show you how long it takes me to get you to pull over again!" with that being said she was laughing so hard. It was all he could do to keep as straight face.

Without even as much as a smile, Tony gently pushed her away from him and back into her seat. He placed the compass/stopwatch on the console. Starting the Jeep he told her, " Shay...do not come across the console again..."

Shay quickly unpacked a new CD and started to slide it in the player.

"Oh No!", Tony said with a smirk on his face..."that's even too close. Back over on your side of the console Shay Lyn!"

Shay placed her new CD in her Walkman, slid on the headset and smiled as she reached for the compass/stopwatch on the console...pushing the start button.



The Stopwatch



"So, here is the way this will work," she said matter-of-factly. "I will start the stopwatch when you enter me and you have to hold back from cumming for 30 seconds, or else you then have to eat me out! Deal?"

"I think I can do that," I replied with some trepidation. I'm not sure when the last time was that I actually lasted as long as 30 seconds, but I was going to do my best to get there.

"OK, before we start, I want you naked," she said. I disrobed and stood in front of her naked, even though she still had a negligee on. This in itself started to get a rise out of me.

"Oh, look, you're starting to get excited already, how cute," she scoffed. "Not so fast, little one. I want you to take off my pumps and worship my feet, while I relax."

I did as she commanded and slowly started licking her bare heels, working my way up her foot to her toes. I remained there for quite a while, working my tongue in between her beautifully painted toes. And I kept working, going from one foot to the other, all the while becoming more and more excited. She certainly knew what she was doing.

"OK, honey, now work your way up to the prize, but move slowly," she said. I did just that, kissing every inch of her long legs and working my way up to her lovely bush. As I got closer, she stopped me.

"Hold on. Before you get to worship that one, you must attend to this one," she said as she spun around and made her wonderfully full ass available to me. "Now, for this you must beg me."

"Please, honey, can I please worship and kiss your lovely ass, you look so beautiful there, with your succulent ass bud just waiting for attention. May I please lick and kiss you?"

"Proceed," was all she said.

And that I did. Like there was no tomorrow. I started slowly planting kisses on her cheeks, but wasted little time in getting to her lovely, sweet asshole. Again, she knew exactly what she was doing. By now, I was rock hard and plenty excited.

"OK, honey, I think we can start now," she said as she positioned herself on the bed. "You may remove my panties, of course, with your tongue"

I did. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the stopwatch.

"OK, my love, you may enter me when you are ready," she said.

I started to move up the bed between her legs and was very aware that I had made a very big mistake. I was oh so horny that the agreed upon 30 seconds would seem like an eternity to have to hold out for. Nonetheless, I placed my penis at her opening and entered. I heard the starting click. And that is when she took over ...

"Mmmm...oh honey, that feels good ....You gonna cum in Mommy? ... Now fuck Mommy good, honey .... That's it, baby, keep going ..... it's OK, you can cum if you want to sweetheart, go ahead, baby ...."

I knew right then, this wasn't going to last long. And it didn't. I wasn't sure how far past the 10 second mark I made, but it wasn't much. And I came all right, in what felt like buckets. Man that felt so good, even though it didn't take long at all. I heard the second click too. And the next thing I knew, I had that stopwatch in my face, with the hand on the 11. The 11.

"Well, well, honey, it looks like you have some cleanup work to do, isn't that right?" she said.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you, say it back to me again," she said.

"I need to get between your legs and clean you up honey. I need to get all of my messy spunk out of you, just like we agreed," I said.

"That's better, honey. Now get down in front of my pussy, but don't start yet," she said. And I did just that. "Now tell me what you see, honey," she said.

"I see a beautiful wet and sloppy pussy looking back at me," I said.

"Yes you do, but tell me, are the folds nice and pink and puffy, like they've had a tremendous workout?" she asked.

"No, they are a little pink, but not quite flustered, I guess," I replied.

"Good wording, not flustered. You're right, they've hardly been engaged, now, have they?"

"No."

"OK, that brings me to my point. I need to have my pussy flustered, engaged. I want to be able to cum to an explosive orgasm, at the hands of a thick and satisfying dick. Not one that cums in under 30 seconds. Now, a deal is a deal and you are going to keep your part by eating me. But, we are going to make yet another deal and we're going to agree to it as you do your deed. Go ahead, start to eat me out," she said.

And I did, slowly at first, I started to lick that sloppy, dripping pussy, cleaning out all of the spunk that I had placed there.

"Mmmm, that feels so good honey. Keep going, eat Mommy good, lick out all that gooey slippery stuff out of me! After all, you put it there. Now listen up, Mommy has her needs and you haven't been good at satisfying them. But now it is time for Mommy to get flustered, per se. And you are going to help me. Next Friday, I have setup a dinner date with a co-worker, someone in my office that I have been flirting with for some time. You will help me get ready for this date. You will help bathe me, you will shave me all over and you will dress me in a very provocative outfit. Don't stop licking me, honey, keep going. That's better. And when it is time, you will drive me to the restaurant, all the while wearing a chastity belt. I don't want you to do anything silly while you prepare me, or after you drop me off, for that matter. My date will give me a ride home and I will proceed to let him fuck me in our driveway. After I am fully satisfied and content that a real man has serviced me, I will come into our home, where I will be serviced by a lesser man, more like a boy. You will clean me out again, this time eating all of the messy goo from my new lover. And this won't be the last time you do this either. At that point, we can maybe see about removing that chastity belt, or maybe not. We'll see how well you do at your task. Keep going, baby, lick Mommy good and I want to hear some slurpy, sucking sounds! That's it honey, drink that all up."

No surprise, I was hard again. And she knew it. After she was satisfied that I had done a good and thorough job, she again turned around so that her ass was in my face.

"Now that you are hard again, I know this will be easy. I have been doing the talking, the planning, creating the proposal, but you haven't had much say in the matter so far. Now is the time for you to stand up to me if you feel you should. Just let me know that this isn't something you are on board with and we can discuss further, if you wish. However, if this is what you want as much as I do, I need to have you seal the deal with a kiss. But, you have to beg me first."

"Please honey, can I help you next weekend to get ready for your date, can I please do everything so that you can get a real man to pound that lovely pussy of yours and can I then be the one to help you get all that messy spunk out of it after?"

"Yes you may. Now kiss Mommy's ass," she said.

You know what happened next.



The Storage Bin



Wednesday night was "girls" night out.

Religiously, Jill went out with her friends on Wednesday, which left me with a night to do with whatever I pleased. Over the years I have grown to love my Wednesday nights "alone".

Back when Jill and I first moved in together and she first started her routine mid week evenings out, I was still working towards getting everything out of storage and moved into our apartment. One evening I was at the storage place, which is an 8 by 8 bin with a garage door like opening that you could drive up to. As I went through the boxes, I found my "secret" box. The secret box held a collection of my clothes that I rarely got to wear. Jill wasn't too fond of the secret box and frankly just pretended it didn't exist. But I hadn't forgotten, just hadn't had the time or place to dawn the tight skirts, sexy dresses, garters and high heels that it contained.

I couldn't resist opening the box and going through my collection of heels; sexy 5" high heeled sling backs, 6" platform pumps, and so many others. Suddenly, I dared myself to dress in a little summer dress and the 5" heels and walk to the car, parked just a few feet from the door of the storage area. My stomach turned at the thought of being caught walking to my car like this. Even though the place was deserted and the chance of this basically zero. It still scarred me: well sort of turned me on in a weird way.

I couldn't help myself, I was on. I took the bet. I slipped behind the mattress, out of sight from anyone outside the storage bin, and stripped. Then pulled out the dress and slipped into my 5" high heeled sling back pumps. Oh, what a nice feeling. Now, it was time to walk to the car and complete the bet with myself. My heart was pounding! Slowly I slipped out from behind the mattress. The place was dead quite ... clearly no one had pulled in. I would have heard anyone pulling in since the gate to the facility is so loud. Gathering up my courage, I was off. Clicking along in my heels as I walked in the summer night, I made it to my car in less than 30 seconds, but it felt like time stood still.

In the car, I sat and let my heart slow down a little. The feeling, of being in that sexy little dress and high heels, relaxed me. Then I worried what if someone pulls in? That was it, bet over, I made it. It was time to return to the storage bin and get back into my "guy" clothes and get back home. At home, I couldn't help but get worked up thinking about what I had done. And so it began!

Each week I would do the same thing, but each week I would dare myself to go a little farther. I would park farther and farther away from the storage bin, forcing longer and longer walks in my dress and heels. Then I started driving around a bit, why not, I was in the car anyway all dressed up, might as well have some fun. Fun consisted of slowly passing trucks and letting the drivers take a nice long look at my sexy smooth shaven legs. Or, fun sometime meant stopping at an ATM machine that required a short walk outside and possibly even being in view of passing traffic.

Each week, I would do a little more prep at home. Not so much prep as to give my self away if I ran into a neighbor on the way out, but enough so that when I threw on the dress and heels, I looked the part. I'm a pretty fit 5'7", so I can get a way with this stunt from a far easily. Cars passing by as I stood at the ATM machine probably wouldn't have thought twice about me as being anything but a sexy woman. Of course, given the high heels and short skirts, I did get a few honks.

One week returning to the storage bin after my drive. I found a note taped to the door of my bin. I froze in fear! Had someone seen me? I trembled as I grabbed the note and started to read.

The note read, "I love the outfit tonight! Please wear that one again next week!"

My heart sank, what had I done? Who was this leaving me a note? I quickly changed and ran to my car. As I pulled away, I saw a car in the rear view mirror, just parked at the end of the storage bin isle. An older man with grey hair sat in it and waved as I pulled away. My head spun that night. But, as the week progressed, the idea of someone watching me started to turn me on. Clearly he was enjoying the show and I couldn't help but start thinking about how I could spice it up even more.

By next Wednesday, I was looking forward to putting on a nice show for my secret admirer. I showed up at the usual time. And as usual, no one was there. Into the bin I went. I got dressed in a little garter, summer mini dress and put on the 6" platform pumps I had worn last week, so as not to disappoint. As soon as I stepped out of the bin, I noticed the car with the gray haired man again. The same one I had seen last week. Ok, game on! As I closed the door to my bin and locked it, I stuck my sexy ass out and let the dress ride up to expose my garters a bit.

Then I turned and started walking toward my car. My heart was pounding! This was the first time I had been in eye contact with someone staring at me as I walked. I did my best to sway a sexy sway and make my way towards my car. Smiling and winking at my friend as I got in my car. And off I went. Driving along, it was clear my friend had not followed me. However, on the return to the storage area, there was my friend again, still sitting in his car. Again, I gave him a nice show as I returned to my bin. And again, there was a note attached to my bin.

The note said, "Come say hi sexy. I'm too nervous to get out of my car and introduce myself."

Again my head was spinning ... this was it, should I actually meet this guy face to face. I couldn't resist, so I turned right around and made my way back outside. I clicked along in my heels as I approached his car. He motioned for me to get in the passengers seat and opened the door from the inside. This was it; I thought to myself, what if he was mean, rude, or just plain disgusting ... what would I do? But, for some reason, I just opened the door.

"Hi," I said.

He said, "Hi, I'm Jim."

"Nice to finally meet you," I said, "I'm Elaine."

And so it went. Turns out he had started watching me perform my little dress up routine almost from the start. He started telling me that it turned him on so much that he usually masturbated while sitting in the car. As he spoke, I couldn't help but notice that he must have had a huge cock since it was semi hard in his pants and seemed to go half way down to his knee.

I told him how much I enjoyed the attention and that it had turned me on too. That opened the flood gates!

He started telling me how nice it would be if I would suck him off. How sexy it would be if I would wrap my red lips around that cock of his.

"Whoa, slow down; I'm not ready for that yet!" I told him.

In fact I was very ready and the idea of sucking my very first cock thrilled me, but he was so big, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do a good job. He apologized profusely and felt bad about pushing. I assured him it was ok, and assured him, he could continue to stoke his cock while watching me.

The next week couldn't come fast enough. Each day, I practiced sucking cock on my biggest dildo; a full 12" long monster. I figured if I could deep throat that, that I'd have no problem handling my friend's monster cock. It wasn't easy, but day by day, I managed to deal with the gag reflex and by Tuesday, I could take the full 12" down my throat. I could even force it in and out, in a quick piston action without so much as a cough. I really enjoyed the felling of this thick dildo fucking my throat, and couldn't wait for the real thing!

Finally, "Girls night out"! I shaved my legs, dolled my self up, putting more effort than normal into a sexy foundation of long lashes, sexy red lipstick, and long red nails. I had ordered a new set of heels and a sexy dress too. So off I went.

As I pulled in, I could see my friend already waiting in his car. I was thrilled! Off I went to slip into my sexy new dress, a little purple number with a very short skirt and plunging neck line. Under the dress I had cinched myself into a little corset that helps push my man breasts together to form a little cleavage. I rolled on a pair of fishnet stockings and attached them to the garters of the corset. Finally, I slipped on my new heels. A pair of red sling back platform pumps. The very sexy sky high heel really completed the outfit! I was ready!

As I walked out, I could see Jim reclined in his car enjoying the show of me walking towards him in my sexy outfit. Step by step, I felt so sexy to be out here clicking along in these heels swaying my hips in the cool night air. The thought of Jim stroking that huge cock, drove me nuts. As I approached his car, I decided to walk over by his window and give him a show. Slowly, I gyrated my hips, doing my best to put on a good seductive dance show for him. I could see him staring at my ass and legs. He was jacking his cock hard.

At one point he rolled down his window and let me know how much he was enjoying the show. He said in the course of the last half our, he had already cum once and was already hard again. I couldn't take it any more ... I just had to have a taste of that cock! I walked right up to the window of his car, peered in and got a close look at that monster of a cock ... hard and just a drip of pre-cum at the head.

I said, "Sit back Jim, let me see if I can coax a second load out."

And with that, I bent down through the window and guided his hard 10" cock slowly into my mouth. The practice on the dildo paid off. I was able to take his nice hard hot cock all the way to the back of my throat, and then with just a bit of a push, take the rest right down my throat. I wrapped my long red nails around the base of his cock on each up stroke. It felt so much better that that cold plastic dildo. Nothing like a hard fleshy cock to sooth my throat!

Up and down my head bobbed on his cock shaft. The position, although not that comfortable being in 6" heels, short skirt, and garters, was certainly the perfect position to deep throat. The knob of his cock slid up and down nicely in my wet throat. I would pump it in and out of my throat as long as I could between breaths. Pulling it out just to take a quick breath, and then impale myself again. Oh what a feeling, the cool night air blowing up my skirt, the sound of my heels scuffing against the pavement as I worked on his cock through the car window, and the slurping noises of his shaft plunging between my red lips.

His moans quickened and he started to push on the back of my head harder and harder. 

He started repeating over and over, "Suck it you little slut, suck my cock you little cock sucker!"

This encouraged me to take him even deeper. I was dieing to feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I focused on the feeling of his cock rubbing against the side of my throat, waiting for any sign of cum shooting out, hoping I'd feel the warm stream so I could pull the head out enough to taste and feel the cum shooting all over my tongue. The moans kept coming as did the verbal abuse, which made me feel like such a little cum slut: I loved it!

"Wiggle that sexy little ass you slut," he started telling me. "Deeper baby, take that cock deeper!"

I tried, but it was already buried so deep I could feel his balls pushing against my chin.

Finally, he grabbed my head hard, slamming and holding his thick long shaft down my throat. He had pushed my head down so quickly, I lost my 6" high heeled platform footing and ended up draped across his door on my belly. My ass was completely exposed and my heels flailed to find footing as I continued to suck. I was determined to give that beautiful cock the best blow job it had ever had.

I could feel the knob of his cock swell a bit more and I knew, he was starting to cum. I pulled back a bit so the head of his cock backed out of my throat and into my mouth, where I could feel stream after stream of hot cum shooting out.

He groaned again, then said "Oh yes! Take it deep again you little cock sucker!" And again, he slammed my face deep on his cock, my throat taking the full length of that exploding cock!

"Whew!" he exclaimed, as I pulled the tip of his cock out of my mouth and licked up the last drop of cum. "That was fantastic!"

I let him know how much I had enjoyed myself too. He invited me into his car and I joined him. He couldn't stop thanking me for such a great blow job. No one had ever been able to deep throat his massive cock. I explained how I had practiced on the 12" dildo, and he was amazed I had put so much effort into it. I was too, but I was now glad I had since it clearly paid off.

"So glad no one else pulled in while I was going at it," I said. "Boy what a sight that would have been, seeing nothing but a high heeled figure bent over bobbing up and down on your cock."

"Uh ... right," he said.

"What! Did someone see us?" I demanded.

"Well, yes, as it turns out, a friend of mine knew I was going to see you again, and he actually came by as you were sucking me off."

I was freaked. "What the hell did you tell him for?" I asked.

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't think you'd mind. He thought you sounded great and just wanted to get a peek."

He went on to explain that this friend of his, Bob, had been dieing to meet me too. Jim had actually taken some video clips of me and shared them with Bob. I was a little upset about this at first, and then sort of turned on to know I had become such an attraction with these guys.

"Let me guess," I started, "Bob video taped me sucking you off too?"

Jim confirmed my suspicion.

"Well then, I want it!" I demanded.

Jim said, "Fine I'll give him a buzz right now."

Jim called Bob and within minutes, Bob pulled up in a big pickup truck. Jim said good night and that he looked forward to next week as I got out.

Continued soon ...