0 comments/ 56008 views/ 2 favorites Stuck in Traffic By: zeke81 The other day while stuck in traffic I had a raging hardon. It was the kind that doesn't go away in a few minutes if you just ignore it. It was the kind that gets painful if you don't do something about it. I tried rubbing it through my pants, but that only managed to enrage the thing and make it even harder. The traffic wasn't going anywhere and neither was my erection. I could only deal with one high-pressure situation at a time and since I can't control what thousands of other drivers do I decided that I had to relieve my aching cock. Quickly scanning the cars around me to see if anyone would have a good enough angle to make out what I was doing I opened my pants and let my cock spring forth into the air. Now masturbation was a sport to me growing up, I had pounded my cock raw many a time. So the prospect of trying to jerk off without anyone seeing me didn't seem like too big a task. I didn't have anything to use as a lubricant so I knew this was gonna be dry, which was okay because I always get done quicker that way. I began stroking my cock trying to keep the movements below the level of the door so that what I was doing wasn't too obvious to anyone that happened to glance my way. Like most men when I'm really into a sexual experience whether it be with a single partner, many partners, or like now by myself I got tunnel vision. I lost all track of the things around me and didn't realize that the lane beside me was moving. All of the low sitting cars that hadn't yielded a view into my truck moved ahead and a bus came up along side me and stopped. For a few more minutes I worked my cock trying to get to that oh so wonderful feeling at the end. When I came it shot up onto the dashboard of my truck and as I came back to reality I heard the sounds of excited girls cheering and applauding. I looked out my window and saw a charter bus full of the girls' basketball team from a local college. I was a little embarrassed but as the girls continued to cheer. I gave them a little wave and a smile as my cock continued to lie on my thigh fully displayed to them. The bus had sliding windows and one of the girls at the closest window opened it. "That was quite a show." She said as the other girls continued to cheer. "Thanks I guess, how long were you there?" I asked. "Oh we saw all of the good stuff. We were all very impressed and we have a gift for you." She said. She leaned out the window with a large plastic bag in her hand. In the bag were many different colored pieces of material. "What's this?" I asked confused. "Our panties. We all got so wet watching you that we had to take them off, and we decided you had earned a reward." She said. Just then the guy behind me honked because the traffic had started moving again. I put my truck in gear and drove away with 14 pairs of damp panties smelling of the girls' athletic pussies. Stuck in Traffic A ribbon of brake lights extended into the darkness ahead of them. "This construction traffic is going to take forever," Fiona lamented. "That's the one bad thing about trips during the summer, road construction season. We will just have to find a way to pass the time," Frank replied. "What did you have in mind?" "Just lay our seat back and relax, I have a story for you..." "What's it about?" "It's about you." "Oh Really." Frank began to talk. "Your alone in a meadow, there is a small lake with a fishing pier in front of you. It's a clear summer day, you have just hiked up a hill to get here. You take off your pack and spread a towel out on the ground. You walk out onto the pier, dangling your legs in the water. It's cool, but tolerable. You strip off your shirt and shorts, and stand on the pier, taking one more look around. There is no one else around. Quickly you remove your sports bra and thong, and dive into the water. There are some buoys near the middle of the lake, the ranger said they were markers for the float planes that fly fishermen in, but there are none today. You're treading water, the lake is so clear you can see your feet. It's a short swim out to the buoys, and they are big enough to sit on. You swim out to one and climb onto it. You lean back against one, letting the sun warm your skin before heading back. You swim to each of the buoys, then head back to the pier, feeling a bit chilled after so much time in the lake. "Your pack and towel are still on the edge of the meadow, so you slip your shoes back on, pick up your clothes and walk back. You lay your clothes on your pack, and lay down on the blanket. The water runs down your breasts as the sun warms them. The clouds drift by overhead. The stillness in interrupted by splashing. You sit up and look out at the lake, there is a man swimming out to the buoys. You can see a towel laid out on the pier, with a pack and a pile of clothes beside it. He's using the breaststroke to swim out, and it looks like he's naked. He gets to the buoy and starts swimming back to the pier. He's using the backstroke to return, and he is certainly naked. You watch as he climbs back onto the pier, crouches down, and dives back in. He repeats the process for each buoy, and you enjoy watching the show. He's in really good shape, and is an excellent swimmer," Frank pause for a few seconds, then starting talking again. "He stops swimming and starts treading water. He's looking right at you. You remember you are still naked, but decide not to get dressed. He waves. 'Come on in the waters great' he calls out. You sprint toward the lake and take a running leap off the end of the dock. He swims up next to you. 'Race you to the last buoy and back.' he says, challenging you. 'What do I get when I win?' you ask. 'Whatever you want' he replies. '3, 2, 1, go' you say quickly. Both of you start swimming. It's a close race. He's probably a bit faster, but you are better rested. Its close, but you beat him by a half-length. You stand in the lake at the end of the pier. The water is shoulder deep for you. He swims next to you and stands up 'About my prize...' you say. 'Yes?' You put your hands on his chest 'I'll start with this.' Your hands slide down in body, under the surface of the water. '.. And this.' You wrap your hands around his penis. He smiles at you 'I'm ready for some sun. 'You say as you climb onto the pier, he follows you. You tell him 'Get on the towel.' He lies on his back, looking up at you. The sun is quickly drying both of you, and the warmth feels good. You kneel down near his head, facing his feet. You look down the length of his body and stare at erection." Frank paused to maneuver through an uneven lane change. "Now where was I... oh yea, here," Frank said, resuming his story. "You lean down and kiss his chest. Your breasts are right above his face. You look down his body. He is lean and tan. You press your lips to his chest, and he takes your breasts in his hands." Frank watched as Fiona slid her hands inside her shirt and began to caress her breasts. "Keep going, "she moaned. "He squeezes your breast and circles your nipple with his tongue. You begin to crawl forward, your lips kissing his ribs, his abs, and his hips. He does the same to you as your body passes his mouth. His hands remain on your breasts, gently caressing them and pinching your nipples. You put your hands around his cock, and slowly stroke it. You lower your mouth and put your lips on his dick. He puts his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. As you do, he puts his hands on your ass, and pulls you down to his mouth. You feel his lips and tongue all over your vagina. He is sucking on your clit, fucking you with his tongue, and squeezing your ass. You continue to stroke his cock and your head bobs up and down. You crawl forward a little more, moving away from his mouth, and rubbing his dick between your tits. He slides his fingers in and out of you pussy. You look down, watching his cock between your breasts. You want to fuck him. You move down a bit more, sit up and guide his penis between your legs. You lean forward, your hands are beside his knees. He has his hands back on your ass as you ride up and down on his cock." Fiona leaned her seat all the way back, and slipped out of her shorts. Her hands moved between her legs and she started to stroke between her legs. "What happens next?" she asked insistently. "You see his phone sitting next to the towel. You pick it up, lean back and take a picture. The screen shows you from the shoulders down, your breasts fill most of the image, but the middle of the picture is filled with his penis penetrating you. You grin and toss the camera back down. You wonder if he even saw you do that. You lean back a bit more, and he puts his hands on your tits." Frank reached over with one hand and caressed Fiona's breast. Her eyes were closed, and both her hands were between her legs. She had completely forgotten about the traffic jam. Fiona put her hand on Franks and guided it between her legs. Then she slid her hand under his. His fingertips were resting on the lips of her vagina, and hers were pressing against her clit. Frank continued with his story. "You feel waves of pleasure passing through your body. He's pinching your nipples, and thrusting his hips up against you. You look over your shoulder at him 'I'm ready for you to come. I want you to come inside me. I want every last bit.' you say to him. You lean forward again, and start bouncing up and down on his, riding the full length of his cock. You go up until he is barely penetrating you, then down until you ass is pressed hard against his hip." Frank could feel Fiona rubbing her clit "More," she moaned. "I want more of you Frank. I want your fingers inside me when I come." Frank pressed his fingers down, and let them slip between this wet folds of Fiona's pussy, he continued with his story. "He lets out a loud moan, you feel his orgasm. You continue to fuck him until he has nothing left. You lie down next to him. He's still breathing hard. 'I never got your name, 'he manages between gasps. 'And you won't. You can keep this to remember me by, 'and you show him the image on his phone. He holds the phone, staring at the picture of you fucking him. 'In case ', you say, ' your buddies think you made this up.' With that you stand up and walk back to your gear. You get dressed and walk back into the woods, with one last glance back at him. He's still lying on the towel, looking at the phone. Fiona let out a loud moan. Frank could feel her orgasm with his fingers. She looked over at him and smiled, "That was the best traffic jam ever." "It's over now, we should make good time now, "Frank said, smiling. She reached around for her clothes "Why don't you leave those off just a little longer," Frank suggested. Fiona noticed Frank had moved the mirror so he was looking at her instead of out the back window. There was almost no traffic now. She closed her eyes and thought of that lake once more. Stuck in Traffic (Will Work for...) Last week I was driving home from work on the Kirkpatrick Turnpike and exited on Penn (by Target and Best Buy), I got in the outside right-hand turn lane and waited, traffic was horribly slow, creeping, there had been a wreck in the intersection and we were all at a stand still. Typically, there was one of the usual scruffy panhandlers approaching each car as we waited out our turn. I watched as he went from car to car, moving on empty-handed; so digging in my purse, I found a couple of singles and waited.. I thought maybe a better 'contribution' would be to have a little fun with the hapless fellow and play a little chicken with myself. Pushing the buttons, I rolled both rider and driver's side windows down; slid my seat back and readjusted the steering wheel up out of the way. Slipping out of my heels, I first unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down on my skirt but instead of slipping it off, I worked it up over my bottom, then hooked my thumbs in the elastic top of my panty hose. Tugging and pulling, I was able to get the tight nylons down to my feet as I slipped out of them. Of course I was not wearing panties!! Commando! Turning a bit in the seat, I rested one foot on the console and opened my legs and started rubbing my bare and exposed pussy. I was already DAMP as I easily slid my fingers inside my CUNT and slowly finger-fucked myself. Traffic was bumper-to-bumper, four or five lanes across as I slowly massaged and masturbated myself, watching and waiting as the poorly dressed derelict made his way down the line of cars. It felt really good as I pinched my CLITORIS between my fingers, squeezing hard on my pulsing knob. Momentarily stopping I reached under the seat and found the BLACK MAX flashlight I kept in the car for emergencies, and this was a 'borderline' emergency! Digging two fingers deep inside my hole I collected as much pussy juice as I could and smeared it over the big (4 D batteries!) black flashlight. Getting it sufficiently lubricated, I used the thick handle of the light as a dildo, as I tried to work it inside my CUNT. It was sooooo fucking rigid and hard, I didn't think I was going to be able to do it until I spit two or three wads of spit on it. OOOOOOOOH! Nice! I reclined a bit more in the seat as I got the first two or three inches in. Back and forth I fucked myself. Deeper and deeper. I had to lay almost prone in the seat as I was able work the full length in and out of my pussy. Slowly I fucked myself and then bravely, I turned the flashlight around and tried to work the 'business' end of the light in my stretched fuck hole. This is where the 'chicken' comes in; fucking myself with the big black beast and fingering my CLITORIS I was building up my 'courage', making myself hotter and hotter as he neared my vehicle. Three cars away, would I be brave enough to let him see me? Hell, there were cars all around and my legs were splayed wide, my skirt hiked up over my ass exposing my CUNT as I tried to wedge a BIG-ASS BLACK MAX flashlight inside my pussy! Yes, I was ready, I was so horny, I could have been buck-naked on the hood of my car, I was so FUCKING HORNY!!! At the car directly in front of me, my shabby prey was talking to the driver, as I reached for the top buttons of my blouse. One, two, three and then four buttons, I was able to open my blouse exposing my lacy sheer brassiere, cradling my C-cup breasts. My CLITORIS was so BIG and purple, throbbing as he walked towards my car. I pushed the huge lens of the light an inch or so deeper while I reached inside my bra and felt how incredibly hard my nipple was. OH FUCK!! As he neared my car he automatically asked me for 'a couple of bucks', then stopping, he bent down and leaned in my window. Smiling broadly I could smell his rancid breath as I touched his large dirty hand and pulled it down between my legs. I don't know what came over me! I had only intended to let him watch me, definitely not let him put his filthy hands all over me! But I was so HORNY!! Wordlessly, except for an occasional grunt, he roughly began to manhandle my hairy wet cunt. Roughly rubbing up and down between my pussy lips, I winced as his rough hands mauled my swollen and sensitive CLITORIS. Then finding the flashlight I had embedded in my fuck-hole he pushed it deeply into my CUNT. He kept pushing as I started to wince in pain from the obscene fuck stick. Pulling it slowly out, it felt like a toilet plunger as it seemed to create a vacuum, holding it inside, making it difficult to remove. Grasping the slick and creamy machined handle of the flashlight he wrested it up and out of my tightly gripping pussy lips causing a loud 'POP'. Casting it to the floorboard, he plunged his dirty fat thumb inside my wallowed out hole while his thick finger found the tight clinch of my ass. Smearing my wetness over my bunghole, he wedged two fingers inside my tender anus as he double penetrated me. Grinding his thumb as deeply as he could he gripped me like the proverbial bowling ball and lifted me off the seat, as if he was trying to pull me out of my car. He leaned farther inside the car as he tried to pull my pelvis up to his unshaven face. He was trying to eat my pussy! I felt his hand slide under my butt as he was desperately trying to raise me to his mouth. I arched my back trying to meet his lips, his straining tongue and I felt it. Drooling and spitting on my already frothy LABIA, he flicked his tongue back and forth. Not soft and smooth with a flattened palette, but sharp and pointed like a finger, tweaking across my swollen clitoris and FAT lips. Sucking my little man inside his mouth, he nursed on it like a teat, giving it head as if he was sucking a small penis. My pussy was CREAMING, dripping out past his thumb as he continued to suck me off. I reached back for support and accidentally grabbed the seat release causing it to fall back, collapsing, as I fell back into the reclined car seat as he almost tumbled in on top of me! I was sooooo near my climax, crazy with desire. I got to my hands and knees, pushing my ass towards the open driver side window. I reached between my legs and finding his hand, I gave him the rhythm I needed to get off. Guiding him as he rubbed and finger-fucked me, my other hand steadied myself as I felt his hungry mouth began eating out my ass. I couldn't stand it!! I released his hand and brought my own hand to my brassiere, jerking it down, I freed my breasts so that I could squeeze and fondle my titties. I felt my ass-eater momentarily stop as his hands fumbled with my skirt, loosening it from around my waist, he jerked it down past my butt, leaving me in only my blouse and brassier! None too quickly he returned to his work on my ass and pussy, forcefully fucking me with three or four of his fingers as it felt like he was trying to wedge his entire hand inside me. It was then the DAM burst as my pussy was pissing and spraying all over his gnarled fingers as my incredibly overwhelming CLIMAX swept across my trembling body. FUCK!! I was almost pushed through the other window as he finally worked his entire hand inside me and rammed his fist deep into my CUNT. I fell across the console as he pulled me back towards him, his hand embedded in my hole. With his free hand, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse and began stripping it off me. I reached back with one arm then the other as he removed my blouse, then unsnapped my brassiere and as I struggled to get back to my knees, my remaining clothes fell to the seat leaving me naked. First I was brutalized with the damn Black Max flashlight and now I was being FIST-FUCKED by a god dam vagrant. Slamming repeatedly into me, I imagined my CUNT a speed bag for some Golden Gloves boxer as he rapidly fucked me. Then somewhere in the vague ozone of reality I thought I heard a car horn. I reached back and pushed on his wrist, trying to remove his buried hand from my stretched and battered CUNT. Finally releasing me, I realized traffic was beginning to creep forward and again the car behind me honked his horn. Bastard! I plopped back into the soaking wet driver's seat, filled with my wet piss and creamy CUM, tried to re-adjust the seat and steering wheel. I put the car in DRIVE and turned to look at my derelict 'lover', through his snaggle-tooth smile I could see the wetness on his cheeks and chin from the incredible 'head job' he had done. Will work for food!!! AMEN! I slipped him the two ones and pressed the accelerator as my car lurched forward. I made it about four car lengths as traffic again stopped!! And here he comes again........... Now it's his turn to play 'chicken'; I wonder if he's horny enough to stand next to my car and let me suck him off. ..End of part One I had moved about four car lengths and was STILL sitting in the middle of traffic with my blouse pulled off and my bra somewhere on the floor, leaving my breasts completely exposed for anyone to see. And having to hurriedly adjust my seat and steering wheel in order to drive forward, I had not had a chance to put my skirt back on. In short I was BUCK-NAKED, sitting in my puddle of piss and frothy CUM-goo as I again waited in traffic. Luckily, (I guess for those non-exhibitionist), I was in the right-hand turn lane and on my left side was an Action Rental delivery truck, a big box truck that shielded me on the driver's side. Add to that, even though both side windows were rolled down, my windshield and rear window are both darkly tinted which gave me a small bit of privacy in the chaos of a rush hour traffic jam! Looking in my rear view mirror I saw my 'friend' standing between two lanes of cars, where I had left him when we had stopped our public groping and my public CUMMING. I watched as he spotted my car and started making his way towards me. Sizing him up I realized he was wearing what looked to be a ragged T-shirt that had a picture of Elmo on it, a pair of worn-out Nike's and an old pair of dirty, off-brand Levi's, and I could make out a VERY distinct rise in his off-brand Levis'. Not bothering to get dressed, I again looked in my purse for more 'spare change', I found a twenty and watching in my mirror I waited for my turn to play. Except I didn't see him in the mirror, I looked back and forth to the side mirrors and finally turned and looked out the open window. I was thinking he had enough of me when suddenly the driver's side door opened!! OH SHIT! What have I gotten myself into, I thought as he climbed into my car. I sat petrified, totally exposed, naked, my tits, my CUNT! At first he just stared at me, then without saying a word he unfastened his pants and pulled his thick, uncircumcised cock out. I could smell the thick musky smell of his crotch as I now stared at his fat hard-on. I LOVE uncut dicks, they fascinate me and I love it that a man can have such a huge piece of meat, be just rock-hard rigid and still have all that skin that he can pull up over a swollen purple head. It was my turn to stare as he stroked himself, pulling the skin back, showing me how large and swollen his pulsing head was. I imagined I could see it throb as he tightly gripped it, making his knuckles white as he squeezed. He seemed proud and well he should be! I watched as his pre-CUM dribbled out of his slit, there was so much, I wasn't sure if maybe he was already climaxing as it ran down his shaft, puddling in the thick folds of his foreskin as it finally ran down over his fist. He slowly began to pump it, taking deep strokes as he arched his back, raising his ass off the seat. His window was down and for a split second I worried that someone would see him obscenely masturbating. It is funny how a pussy flash or a topless woman gets people to notice but a hard naked COCK will get a call to the cops! That was just as I leaned toward his erection. Sliding one arm behind him as he arched off the seat, I tugged his pants down past his ass as my mouth found him. He was big, VERY BIG and my mouth felt stretched as I tried to fit his head inside. With his hand, he helped by pushing hard against the back of my head, choking me as he rammed himself between my taut lips. He continued jacking off as I tried to suck him, smashing his fist against my mouth as he sloshed his sloppy pre-cum (piss) on my face. I could feel the blood pulsing through his foul smelling cock, his big round head throbbing as my mouth was filling with whatever he was ejaculating; though he had not CUM yet, I could tell he was close. Up and down I went on his meat, sucking, gagging, taking him to the hilt. I was choking as he fucked my mouth. Now gripping my head with both hands he forcefully slammed himself down my throat. I couldn't breath; I may even have been sobbing from the pain, the pleasure, possibly from fear. THEN... Oh my GOD!! He began CUMMING! Huge, thick globs of the foulest tasting spunk I had ever had sucked out of someone's DICK! Pulling me by my hair, he jerked me off his cock as he again was beating his meat, shooting long stringy ropes of his SPUNK on my face, in my eyes, my hair. I couldn't believe the amount of jizm he shot on me. Pushing my head back into his crotch he rubbed my face, my lips over his cock and hairy balls, spreading the nasty wetness, smearing it as I felt his spongy balls touching my abused lips. I sucked, I licked, I tried to take one of his big balls in my mouth. I moved my arm from around his waist and pulled his testicles up so I could lick the crease that bisects his scrotum, between his legs to his asshole. His CUM and pre-CUM was sticky covering his crotch as I tried to spread his legs so I could snake my tongue down towards his ass. And it smelled like ASS as he pushed his pants to his ankles and spread his legs wide. I was on my knees in my seat as he arched his back and pushed my head closer to his asshole. Reaching for his hairy ass my fingers spread his ass cheeks as I sought out his ass. The wetness of my slobber, his CUM and pre-CUM made his hole a slick easy target as my finger slid deeply inside. I finger-fucked his ass as my mouth again found his still hard dick. This time he found the seat release and as he fell prone I lost his cock from between my lips but was able to keep my finger buried up his ass. I pushed his one leg up as I watched my now two fingers pumping in and out on his shithole. As nasty as it was, I couldn't resist and I pulled my fingers out, licked and cleaned them, and replaced them with my lips. I sucked it. I stuck my tongue inside his ass. I tasted the foulness of him. I tried to work my tongue deeper, as I began tongue fucking him. I could feel his balls resting on me as he began to jack-off. I wasn't sure if he would be able to CUM again but he was as hard as he was earlier. I moved back and watched as he lay there, eyes closed, furiously pumping his HUGE uncut monster. I crawled on top. I reached between my legs and guided his thick meat between my pussy lips. I had to FUCK him. He put his hands on my waist as I slowly began fucking him. Trying to enjoy every inch, I worked his cock as deeply as I could inside my CUNT. Grinding my pelvis hard against his as I tried to control his motion, he reached to grab my titties. Rising up the best I could in the cramped quarters I was naked, fucking him in rush hour traffic. My skirt wadded up somewhere on the floor, I rose higher so he could see his cock sliding in and out of my PUSSY. As I began to bounce up and down, I reached between my legs and spread my labia, pulling my lips wide with each hand until my clit protruded, sticking out at least an inch as I started CUMMING, my own CUM/PISS spraying out in its own erratic, uneven pattern, covering his belly, his chest. I was throwing myself hard against him, as if I was riding the bull at Billy Bob's! I lowered my breast to his mouth, letting him suck and bite my nipples as his meat pierced deeply inside. My CUM was SOOOOO intense and his thick meat felt SOOOOOO good I really wanted it in my ass, I may have even cried out, "FUCK MY ASS!" But I knew there wasn't time as I finally collapsed on top of him. I could feel the wetness covering his belly and chest as I lay on him. After a few seconds, I felt his hand between my legs, as he 'plopped' his still rigid cock out of my CUNT. I didn't know if I had actually cried out during my CLIMAX or if he was a mind reader, but he was rubbing that big bulbous head against my puckered sphincter. I reached behind, smearing our sticky funk on my asshole, I tried to work his cock inside. Just as it felt like it would never fit, he rammed hard against me. Forcing me into the roof of the car but also sinking his thick meat into my anus. He was trying to ass fuck me as furiously as he had fucked my pussy. I thought I would scream as he drove his giant fuck stick inside me, I knew he would surely split me open, ripping the tender tissue of my bowels as he deeply reamed out my gut. I rose up, then pushed my ass down on his enormous COCK, trying to force him to a slower pace, I ground my ass against his crotch, burrowing him even deeper. The pain was incredible, the pain was incredibly amazing as I reached back to smear more spit on his cock. Working in and out I was able to lubricate the both of us enough that he slid in and out a bit more easily. The pace quickened, he was again driving hard into my ASS. I was in orbit, I was in ecstasy as I shivered, trembled as he sunk, speared his DICK deep inside me, causing my CLIMAX, OUR CLIMAX, as he too was filling my intestine with his foul CUM as I peed and creamed all over his filthy body. I tightly held him as he emptied inside me, his fat meat pulsating with each spurt. We were all but panting as we rested, our breathe coming in heaves, our bodies sweating from the exertion. I tried to rise off my exhausted partner. His semi-hard cock slowly slid out of my greased ass. I could feel my abused asshole emptying as loud farts escaped from it. He had jack-hammered so much air inside me it sounded like I eaten five pounds of pinto beans as the air 'farted' out. We both laughed as I crawled off of him and into the driver's seat, large globs of his CUM wad still emptying out of my twin CUM holes. I sat in it; I felt it ooze out onto the vinyl seat. He raised his seat and started to pull his pants up over his nasty CUM and blood covered dick, fresh from deep in my shithole, I couldn't resist that uncut hunk of meat. Reaching for it, I wrapped my hand around him, squeezed more of his CUM out of him. He was sticky, his cum and my cum coated his fleshy snake, there was so much skin it was difficult to pull it tight as his cock softened. Leaning again toward his lap I licked and cleaned his limp cock, sucking it, skinning it back as I tried to remove every trace of our fluids, juices, nasty spunk. I caught myself making love to his dick, tenderly holding it, kissing it, as I felt myself getting wet, turned on by an uncircumcised penis. I tried sucking it, up and down, trying to once more make him erect. I took only his head in my mouth and tightly sucked it, trying to create a vacuum as I pulled his foreskin tightly to the base of his shaft. I held his round head in my hand and stuck my tongue in his pee slit. I sucked only the tip. I crammed every inch of him in my mouth, his soft meat filling my mouth as I ground my lips against his pelvis. I wrapped both of my hands around his hairy balls, my thumbs and forefingers encircling his testicles as I licked them, squeezed them, twisted his ball sac again and again, making him moan as I punished him. The loose skin of his cock was becoming taut as I pulled tightly on his scrotum. He was getting hard!! I took him in my mouth and took him as deeply as I could. Sucking. Sucking. Sucking. Up and down on his shaft, I was fucking him with my mouth. Again with the damn HONKING!! Cars were starting to move. I sat up in my seat as the transient pulled his off-brand Levis' up and hopped out, his Levis' still unbuttoned, his dark cock peeking out of his open fly as I slowly drove off. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw him bend down and pick up what appeared to be clothing. Stuck in Traffic (Will Work for...) Finally making it through the intersection and driving down Memorial, towards home, I looked down between my legs and my crotch looked like I had squirted Readi-Whip on my pussy, then glancing to the floorboard and then in the back seat, I realized my clothes were gone! They must have 'fallen' out when my new employee got out of the car. So here I was driving through OKC, rush hour traffic, naked with a very sore asshole and battered pussy but satiated. I mentally planned how I was going to get into my house. I live on a VERY busy street, lots of families, my mother lives two houses away, I can't go through the garage, I have to park on the street and my son was having a couple of friends over to watch the OKC Thunder! Turning off 23rd Street, I drove the few blocks to my street, early evening, the sun had not yet set and I was naked. I had just fucked and sucked a street bum while stopped in a traffic snarl-up. I was sitting in a puddle of some of the vilest SHIT I had ever tasted. And I HAD tasted it, sucked it, licked it, ate it. My asshole, my cunt, even my mouth had been pumped full of his nasty CUM and SHIT. Hmmmmm, as I sat in front of my home, I could feel my pussy starting to get WET as I looked down at my swollen CLITORIS. Maybe, just maybe, I can psyche myself, make myself sooooo HORNY that I can brazenly walk naked from my car to the front door, then past Michael's Thunder fans to my bedroom. Another game of Roni Chicken. Stuck in Traffic with Fergie It was a warm mid-summer evening in Southern California; hot during the day but around sunset it generally cools-off to a balmy 75-80 degrees which (in my opinion) is perfect for an evening ride on my Harley. The fact that there is a weekly dirt-track motorcycle race an easy thirty minute ride from my house makes it that much better. A couple of guys I work with also ride and throughout much of the summer we all get together and make the easy ride to the local dirt track where we spend an evening watching guys braver then us battle it out on motorcycles out on the track. We eat some fattening food, have a few beers then ride home and call it a night. Being Wednesday night made it harder at first but now, a month into the series it had become easier to work-it into my week. That is until last Wednesday when one-by-one my buddies all dropped-out. One guy was sick, another had to do something with his kid and the third was working out of town at another one of our offices. I drove home from work disheartened. Sure it's just a weekly race that I have no stake in but it was still a good way to break-up the week. Not wanting to go alone I was faced with a boring evening at home probably watching a ball game on TV. Since from May to September my wife is used to me being gone on these weekly Wednesday night rides she has a standing date with our 23 year-old daughter, Fergie so I wasn't surprised when I arrived home and saw Fergie's car parked in front of my house. When she was younger Fergie and I had been incredibly close. She went everywhere with me but then in her later years of high school she had grown rebellious. Sneaking around with boys late at night. One time we'd even caught her giving some pimply-faced teenage boy in her room a blow-job. That was the last straw. When she turned 18 we kicked her out and didn't hear much from her for a year or so. Then one day she showed-up at our house with a young man who was clean-cut, had a job in sales and seemed to have his life together. They got married a year later and we saw them frequently and all seemed well, though Fergie and I were never as close as we had been. I walked-in and found my wife and Fergie were sitting at our kitchen table looking at department store ads. I greeted them then told them about my change of plans for the evening. A moment later my wife asked why I don't take Fergie with me. Fergie immediately said "I'd love to go!" I looked at her. To say that Fergie had grown into a woman would be an understatement. She was 5'5" with blonde hair which I was sure came from a bottle. She had been fairly heavy when she was younger but now seemed to do a good job of keeping her weight in-check. Her tits though were by far the feature that had attracted the boys to her back in school and they were still as large as ever. Despite having curbed her younger wild ways she still seemed to enjoy showing-off her ample cleavage, generally wearing tops and bra's which were barely able to contain her generous tits. Despite all that I pondered taking Fergie with me. My wife must have known what I was thinking because before I could say anything she said, "I don't mind you taking her, besides it would be nice for the two of you to do something together." "What about your Husband John?" I asked Fergie. "He's in Chicago on business. He won't be back until Friday." She replied. "We'll go another time. There isn't time for you to go home and change." I said referring to the pleated skirt she was wearing; it came-down to just above her knees. Of course up-top she was wearing a grey halter top which her tits were all but spilling out of. As much as I was guiltily enjoying perving over her outfit, I knew there was no (decent) way she could ride on the back of a motorcycle like that. "What's wrong with wearing a skirt to the races? It's cooler than jeans would be." She asked. "I ride my Harley to these races. You can't ride as a passenger on a motorcycle wearing a dress and sandals." I replied matter-of-factly. "Well my car is a mess, but why can't we take your truck?" Fergie asked. "The guy across the street asked if he could borrow it a couple of days ago. I told him he could use it tonight since I normally don't drive to the races. He'll be over to get the keys in a few minutes." I replied, now sort of regretting letting one of my best friends borrow my truck. "So take my car." My wife said uninterestedly. "I'm not going anyplace tonight." "Great, so I get to take my daughter, to the dirt-track races, in a skirt, in a minivan." I said. "Beats not going at all!" Fergie said as she jumped-up and gave me a hug. "I think it sounds like fun, let's go!" I hate to admit when my wife is right but taking Fergie with me to the races was more fun than I'd expected. I'd forgotten that years before she had gone with me regularly to these races (and others like them) and I was surprised that she still remembered many of the racers. We talked about some of the things we used to do together, though for the first time in a long time our conversation didn't degrade into an argument over who said or who did what, rather we just talked about the good times we'd had and laughed about different things we'd seen and done. The night's racing was good, which is always a bonus. Since it's a weekly series raced by many of the same people week-after-week it can sometimes get a little, well boring. But this night saw a lot of close finishes, a few breath-taking crashes and a couple of rookie's who seemed to have more testosterone in them than brain's which always makes for good racing action. We watched the racing from a couple of different points along the track. At one point we were leaning against a guardrail watching some of the racers getting ready for a heat when Fergie asked me, "You used to race didn't you?" "Yes, but not in this series. I raced in the open desert. Our races were typically several hundred miles long." I replied. "Why don't I remember you doing that when I was a kid?" Was Fergie's next question. "I promised your Mother I'd stop racing when we had you. It's dangerous and she didn't want to be a single parent." I told her. "Do you ever miss it?" She asked. "Oh, yeah. I loved everything about it. But I also liked the idea of having a family too. Being a spectator helps, so does riding my Harley. It's different but it works." I told her. Sure I enjoy my weekly night out with the guys but I had to admit that I was also enjoying this night-out with my daughter almost as much; it felt a lot like the old days which deep-down I had to admit that I missed, maybe more than I thought I did. Of course now that Fergie had grown into a woman, the pervert in me was also enjoying having my adult daughter tagging along with me. Especially when we we're eating dinner Fergie didn't notice that her top had slid-down just enough that I could see the edge of the Areola on one of her tits. Yeah, I was glad I brought Fergie with me to the races. Although part of me wondered if she sometimes did these things in front of me on purpose. The races ended about ten. Being a work night for both of us I was hoping to be back home and in bed by 11. I hoped no one who knew me saw me getting into my wife's Toyota Sienna minivan. Thankfully we made it out of the parking lot and onto the highway quickly. As we were threading our way towards the freeway I couldn't help stealing a couple of glances at Fergie's tits which were being pushed tighter by her seatbelt. She'd always been well endowed so to speak but the seatbelt cramming her tits against her chest was making her Double-D's look like triple F's! Once we got on the freeway I was happy to see that traffic was light this late at night and I soon had my wife's minivan's going close to 80mph, which meant that we would be able to make it home faster, but it also required that I keep my eyes on the road and not Fergie's tits. Of course this being a freeway in the Los Angeles area it wasn't long before someone zipped by us going close to 100mph. It was a lowered Honda of some sort all painted-up with fancy graphics and a crazy stereo system thumping away. The guy cut clean across four lanes of traffic and came within inches of scraping across my front bumper. Oddly enough though that type of driving is nothing new on the roads where we live so after shaking our heads Fergie returned to the E-mail she was reading on her phone and I returned to listening to the night's sports highlights on the radio. Another thing which LA is known for are these mile-long, sweeping over-passes. They shoot-up in the air 50 feet or higher. Typically used as car-pool lanes, these over-passes are used to bisect crowded inter-changes. I normally don't use these 'Fly-Over' lanes much however on this night there was construction on the main-line of the freeway and since Fergie was with me I decided to take the one in front of us to save having to slow-down. I was still driving at close to 80 mph when I saw the taillights from the Honda which had zipped by me just a few minutes before up ahead. Amazingly the guy was trying to pass another car. The fact this particular over-pass was a single-lane road didn't seem to bother the guy in the lowered Honda. My instincts took over and I began slowing-down as if I knew what was going to happen next. Sure enough the guy in the Honda went to make his move around an older SUV, the driver of which was apparently unaware that someone was going to pass them. At the highest portion of the roadway, easily 50 feet in the air the two vehicles collided. There were about five cars between us so I didn't see exactly what happened but in the next instant the Honda went-over onto it's side, it's under-side scraping along a low wall and threw sparks seemingly everywhere while the other vehicle spun and went nose-first into the wall on the opposite-side of the roadway. The last thing I saw through the smoke and brake lights was the Honda spinning on its roof just beyond the wrecked SUV. Traffic was dead-stopped now and we we're blocked-in so Fergie and I got out of the van and walked-up to check on the crash victims. The driver of the SUV was conscious but obviously hurt. The driver the Honda (who had caused this whole mess) was unconscious but had a pulse. I overheard a man talking to the Fire Department on the phone and a woman was sitting with the driver of the SUV. Now I took a look around and realized that we were completely blocked-in; there was no way to go forward because of the wreck, there was no way to turn around because the roadway wasn't wide enough and even I could have turned the van around there were quite literally a line of stopped cars behind me, all with nowhere to go. We were stuck. "Get comfortable, I think we're going to be here a while." I told Fergie as we walked back to the van. "Figures." Fergie said under her breath. "Is that a problem?" I asked. "Not really. I just wish I'd gone pee before we left the racetrack." She said with her cheeks flushed. "Go in the back of the van. If I know your Mother there is probably a case of water back there, dump one of the bottles out and well, go." I explained. "Yeah, easy for you to say. What I've got isn't very aimable." Fergie said motioning towards her crotch. I chuckled and as I opened the side-door of the van I told her, "Here, I'll help" I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from underneath a rear seat, dumped the contents onto the ground then, using my pocket knife removed the top of the bottle and handed it to her. "Always such the gentleman." She laughed as she climbed into the rear of the van and I slid the door closed behind her. I stood guard next to the van; the windows were very dark so other than maybe a silhouette I doubted that anyone could see inside. A moment later I heard a tap on the inside of the glass from Fergie. I slid the side-door open a crack. As soon as I did Fergie said, "Um, so I need some help. I can't hold this skirt up, position the bottle and balance all at the same time. Do you think you could come-in here and hold the back of my skirt-up for me?" "You must really have to pee." I said as I climbed into the van and slid the door closed behind me. "Maybe you were right, wearing a skirt to the races may not have been the best choice after all." Fergie said with a laugh. I walked over to where she was kneeling in the back of the van between the two sets of rear seats. Immediately I noticed her thong, a lacy red thing, laying on the floor next to her. I positioned myself behind her. She bunched her skirt up around her waist, exposing her bare ass to me. It looked firm and flawless. I'm not one of those freaks who gets-off watching people pee so I soon turned my head and studied the roof of the van while she carefully pee'd into the bottle. However when she finished I managed to sneak one more peak at her firm ass just before I allowed the hem of her skirt to drop-down and hide it from my view. Just then we heard a stern knock on the side-door of the van. We shared a scared look as she dropped her skirt back down to her knees and I slid the door of the van open wide enough for me to get out. A Highway Patrol officer was standing next to the van. At first I thought he had seen the two of us in the back of the van somehow and was going to cite us for indecent exposure or something. However if he'd seen what was going on he didn't say anything, rather he asked what I had seen with regards to the accident. I explained what I had witnessed, both during the accident and just a minute before when the guy had cut in front of my van. The Officer was friendly and took notes even though he confided in me that the guy in the Honda was higher than a kite. Before he walked-off to gather more statements I asked him about the condition of the other driver which is when he told me that person was in serious condition and they would be using a helicopter to transport that person to a local Emergency Room. As if knowing what my next question was going to be he then said, "It'll be at least an hour, probably two before we can get you moving again. We'll blow a siren three times just before we re-open the roadway." He said just before he walked away. Great I thought to myself. Now I wished I had ridden my Harley as I watched a motorcycle rider slowly working his way backwards through the line of stopped cars off the overpass. Fergie appeared a moment later at the driver's-side door of the van. She looked around nervously then asked, "Is the coast clear?" "Yeah, he's gone. No one is watching." I told her. Fergie then opened the door then dumped it on the shoulder next to the van. "That was close!" She said. "Yeah, well I doubt he would have arrested us, though we probably would have had to do some explaining that's for sure!" I said. "Yeah, it just reminded me of my younger days in the backs of cars." Fergie said. The look I gave her must have shown my curiosity at the statement because a moment later Fergie explained, "You know that wasn't the first time I've had my panties off in the back of a car." "Yeah, I can only imagine." I said now finding myself getting disgusted at what my daughter must have done behind darkened windows, possibly in this very same van just a few years earlier. We shared an awkward few minutes of silence before Fergie said, "I'm really getting tired." "Me too. Forgive how this sounds but you know that the rear seat folds flat and basically turns into a bed." I said. "What if they open the road?" Fergie asked. "That will be a long time from now. They are still working on the guy in the SUV, then they will have to take pictures and measurements, then get a wrecker up here to flip that Honda back onto its wheels and then they'll be able to tow them away. Then, maybe they'll re-open the road. Plus that Cop I was talking to said they would blow a siren three times just to let people know to get ready for the road to re-open" I explained. "Well I do have to get-up early for work tomorrow so an hour or so of rest sounds good to me. I thing I saw a blanket in the back of the van, I'll go and get it." She said. I folded the seat down and Fergie retrieved a blanket from the cargo area along with a jacket we could use as a pillow. "I'm glad Mom keeps so much crap in her van." Fergie said. "Once a teacher, always a teacher." I said. "I've told her we don't need a minivan anymore, but this is what she likes to drive so I leave it up to her." I explained. "Well, there is a lot of space." Fergie said. "Which means that either your Mom or I get stuck carting friends and relatives to and from the airport." I said as we both shared a laugh. With that we closed the doors on the van then both laid-down on the rear seat and spread the blanket out over us. I reached-up and shut-off the interior light. I doubted that I would sleep but was hoping to at least get some rest. We laid there in the dark, in relative silence; it seemed most of the other motorists had the same idea as I rarely heard people walking around outside now. It was almost midnight and I hoped that the road would re-open soon. The seat was adequate for one person or a couple of kids but for two grown adults, it was snug and Fergie and I were forced to lay in a spooning position, Fergie with her back pushed into my chest. I lazily draped one arm over her mid-section and Fergie looked-up at me with a smile, just like she had when she was a little kid. A few minutes later I was pretty sure she was asleep; her breathing had slowed and her muscles seemed relaxed. However I was finding it hard to fall asleep as I was sure that as soon as I did the road would clear and we'd be able to drive away. My thoughts now drifted to the youthful figure that was sleeping in my arms. Her Mother, when I'd met her, had looked just like Fergie. At the time she'd had the same firm ass and tits which were round, plump and just the right firmness. I missed those days. Two kids had taken their toll on my wife's body; her breasts sagged, her ass was no longer firm and she was probably 30 pounds heavier than she was when we met. Sure my body had changed over the years as well, though I had managed to keep my weight in-check-Being the manager of a large trucking company kept me on my feet a lot. Although I love my wife, it was just at times the horny-side of me missed having my way with a youthful female form. I moved my right arm down from above my head and Fergie didn't budge, now I was certain she was asleep. I placed my arm in the narrow space between mine and Fergie's bodies. I looked-down at the floor and saw Fergie's lace thong laying there-she obviously hadn't put it back on-I slowly worked my hand under the hem of her skirt and painfully slowly moved my hand up to her ass, then carefully gripped one of her perfect ass cheeks under her skirt. It felt as good as it looked! A bonus was that Fergie hadn't budged. She had to be sound asleep. I remembered back to when she was a little kid she could sleep through anything! I could feel myself getting hard and what I really wanted to do was to grab one of those luscious-looking tits of her's. The question though was did I have the courage? I laid there for a few more minutes, feeling Fergie's torso gently rising and falling. Her tits were no more than three inches from my grasp. When else was I going to have this opportunity? If I was ever going to know what those luscious-looking titties felt like, it was literally now or never. I slowly moved my other hand onto one of her breasts and gave a gentle squeeze. It was better than I thought. She was wearing a padded bra which made her tits feel softer than I knew they were but I could still feel their firmness beneath the soft material. I stopped and waited what felt like a painful amount of time. My cock felt so hard I thought it would burst! But I held my composure. Fergie's breathing hadn't changed and now I allowed my other hand to trace the outline of her ass cheeks under her dress. Finally I figured it had been long enough so I slowly moved my other hand down her top and into her bra. Stuck in Traffic with Fergie Eureka! This was what I had been waiting for! Her firm tit-flesh felt like putty in my hands. Her nipples were a little stiff (I had left the van running with the A/C on so it was a little cool). I knew what I was doing was wrong but her tits felt so good it was amazing! It was then that I felt her eyes looking me in the face. Busted! How was I going to explain this? I pulled my hands back quick (guiltily relishing the feel of her nipple one last time as my fingers glided over it) then I sat-up, hoping that the raging erection I was sporting wasn't obvious. I didn't know what to say. And I didn't know what was going to happen next. I mean she had every right to hit me, never talk to me again, tell everyone she ever met about what a pervert I was. My imagination was quite literally running wild with possibilities, none of which looked good for me. Just as was about to stammer-out some sort of apology I heard Fergie say, "Well it's about time!" I spun my head around and looked at Fergie. She was sitting-up on her elbows. "I mean I was starting to think you were gay or something. First I cram myself into a bra which is too small. I wear a short skirt anytime you're around. I hang all over you at the track. I ask you to hold my dress out of the way while I pee-knowing you'd see my bare ass in the process then I leave my thong laying on the floor of the van where I knew you'd see it!" Fergie exclaimed laughing. "Wait, you're not upset?" I asked. "No. I want this to happen. I've been trying to think of how for so long but couldn't come-up with anything. Then when we got stuck in this traffic jam it all just seemed to fall into place." Fergie explained. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her but out of the windshield I could see there were now two wreckers on the overpass working to clear the two cars, I knew the road would be re-opened fairly soon and I didn't want to miss this opportunity in case it never happened again. I watched as she seductively pulled her top and bra down to her mid-section in one smooth motion. As I was lowering my pants Fergie pulled her skirt out of the way, exposing her shaved-smooth pussy, it's juices glistening in the dim light. I needed no more invitation and in the next moment I found myself suckling on those tits that just a few minutes before I had been secretly trying to grope. Her tits, un-impeded by a bra or clothing of any type felt better than any had ever felt before. She had to be a D cup and they were firm but still soft. Her nipples looked like tiny antenna's and Fergie soon cooed her approval as she arched her back. While I was working her tits I felt the softest hand I'd ever felt wrapped around my cock. Her hand traced my staff while her other hand worked-over her pussy. "Oh Daddy, I want you inside me...please!" She begged. She and I moved our legs around and soon my cock was at the entrance to the last place I thought it ever would be, or should have been but logic was out the window now as I slowly I worked my hard shaft into her soft velvet hole. "It feels so big Daddy!" She said. I didn't care if she was being insincere, I was too focused on not blowing my load until I felt her climax. With that I slowly began fucking her. Fergie closed her eyes and threw her head back, completely lost in the moment as I continued my slow thrusts. "I'm on the edge Daddy! Harder! Fuck me harder, I want to cum!" Fergie yelled. I could tell I was dangerously close to my own climax and I knew there was no stopping what was going to happen next as I fucked her for all I was worth; her head banging roughly into the side of the van, her moans and squeaks (weird huh?) Growing in intensity with each thrust. Fergie arched her back so far that her ass was clear off the seat. I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as I lost it and began pumping my seed into her pussy. We we're both a sweaty mess by now as we both laid on the disheveled blanket covering the seat. We didn't need to say anything, the smiles on both of our faces conveyed what the other was feeling. "I wish John could fuck like that!" Fergie said. The odd look on my face must have told her that an explanation was in order because then she added, "I mean he's a good guy and all, but his cock is one of the smallest I've ever seen and because of some blood pressure meds he takes sometimes has, uh 'performance issues' I guess you could say. I haven't cum that hard since before John and I were dating!" I just laughed, like I said the guy seemed like a good dude but I'd always suspected him to be a limp-dick, I mean the guy likes to spend his weekends baking and watching musicals. I had to give Fergie credit though for keeping her horny desires in-check for as long as she had. That also told me that perhaps this wouldn't be a one-time event. I reached under the seat and handed her a box of tissues to clean-up with. Then I tided myself up just as I heard three siren blasts signaling that the overpass was ready to re-open. Both of us hurried to get re-dressed. As soon as I opened the side-door of the van we were both shocked to see a group of people standing in front of us all clapping and laughing. We shared a horrified glance then just smiled and took a bow. I guess those rear windows aren't as dark as I thought! I see more of Fergie now, especially on weeks when her husband is traveling. We get together a couple times a month, sometimes more to go to the races or some other activity. And sometimes we actually make it to those places, although most of the time we just borrow my wife's minivan, find a dark corner in an empty parking lot and fuck.