3 comments/ 31330 views/ 2 favorites Hitchhiking in Nebraska By: Barthvader7 This story was inspired by a situation described in a story by David Sedaris. * "Do you want to feel my wife's tits?" the driver asked. I was seated in the back seat of a large, late model Cadillac, having just been picked up at an entrance ramp to I-80, just outside Lincoln, Nebraska. I was hitchhiking my way from upstate New York across the country to visit my brother in California and I was not looking forward to the hot dry stretch of Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, and Nevada. When the Caddy pulled over, I thought "hot damn, at least I'll ride part of this road in style." The driver's invitation to feel up his wife was my first hint that style was just a small part of what this ride would be about. Not being sure that I heard the man correctly, I sat forward, peering over the back of the front seat. It was then that I noticed the woman in the passenger seat was wearing a loose blouse and no pants or skirt. I could see that the blouse was unbuttoned most of the way down and that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could also see that her breasts were large, and although they sagged a bit, they looked like they'd feel good cupped in my hands. "Go ahead," he said. "Reach around and touch them." The woman looked around at me and smiled at me, encouragingly. I tentatively reached my left arm over the back of the seat and slid my hand over the woman's blouse and tucked my fingers under her left breast. She shifted a bit in her seat, bringing herself a little closer to my reach, then took my hand in hers and brought it within the opening of her blouse. The skin was smooth and tender to my touch, and when I reached underneath the bottom of her orb, the weight of her breast felt good. I gently squeezed her tit, making her moan quietly. Encouraged, I reached my other arm around her right side and slid my fingers under her other breast. She "hmmed" again. "She likes the way you're touching her. Do you like the way she feels?" he asked. "I do," I replied. "Good. Then we'll drive you as far down the road for as long as you keep her happy. Deal?" "Um, O.K." "But I'm going to tell you everything you need to do. You'll need to follow my instructions. Got that?" "All right" "O.K., then. First, I want you gently knead her tits. Squeeze them with your fingers. Push them together. Let your hands feel the weight of them. Bounce them up and down." The woman shifted again in her seat, slowly squirming. And she unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way, revealing that a thong was the only other thing she had on. "Now, I want you to focus on her nipples. Start to stroke them gently with your thumbs. Trace around them with your forefingers." Her nipples began to go hard, jutting forward into my fingers. They were large, almost the diameter of my fingers and extending out almost half their width. "Now mix it up. Go back to cradling her whole tits in your hands, kneading them a bit, then slowly slide your hands forward to squeeze just her nipples. Hold her nipples just a bit before you go back to cradle her whole tits. Do this again and again, slowly increasing the amount you squeeze her nipples each time." The woman's tits felt so good in my hands as I stroked and squeezed, and it was apparent that she was enjoying it, too, as her moaning and squirming increased. Needless to say, all of this stimulation was giving me an incredible erection, and I had to take a break from my breast massage at one point to rearrange my cock, which was growing in an uncomfortable position. My pattern of squeezing her tits and nipples had progressed to a point where I was mostly pinching her nipples. The woman now was nearly bouncing off the seat, and moans were becoming more guttural and coarse. And an aroma began to reach my nostrils that told me her pussy was getting wet. He must have smelled it, too. "Now take your right hand off her tit and very carefully reach down to see if she's wet. Just feel her on the outside of her panties. She's very sensitive, so make sure your touch is light." Dutifully, I released the nipple of her right breast and slid my hand down her flat stomach and just lightly touched her between her legs, through the sheer material of her thong. She was, indeed, quite wet, having almost completely soaked through the fabric. As instructed, I very lightly began to move my fingers up and down the front of her thong, tracing the outlines of her pussy lips, while still squeezing her left breast with my other hand. By the substantial bulge in the fabric, I could tell that she was well-endowed and I could imagine her lips were long and meaty. She responded to my touch by holding herself very still, as if the experience kept her right at the edge of something. I could feel goose-bumps radiate across her left tit and she began trembling. It didn't very much of my touching before my fingers were wet with her moisture. "Suck your fingers," he said. "Taste her juice. Do you like it?" "Hm-hm," I responded as I licked the sweet musk from my digits. "O.K. Now, move your hand back to her cunt. Still using a very light touch, trace the area where you think her clit is." That wasn't difficult to find; I could feel precisely where her clit was. It stuck out almost as much as her nipples, making a little tent of the fabric on her thong. It was almost like she had a little penis in there. "Just go 'round and 'round her clit, circling around the outside of the hard nub without actually touching it directly." With my middle finger circling around her clit, barley touching the fabric, the woman was now starting to shake rapidly, bouncing up and down on the seat while still trying to hold herself in place. Finally, the tension between holding herself still and wanting to respond to my touch became too much, and she tightly arched her back, pegging her shoulders into the seat back with her hips lifted off the seat as they began bucking up and down. It was all I could to keep my finger in place, and several times my finger would get off target and hit her clit directly, sending an electrical shock through her body and a screech from her mouth. Finally, she ground her hips down hard onto the seat, pinning my hand under her cunt as she grunted out in climax. Fluid gushed through the fabric of her panties, soaking my hand and a towel that was spread under her ass. When she stopped quaking, the woman brought my soaking hand from her crotch up to her lips, where she methodically licked all of the juice off my fingers. "I think she likes your technique," the man said. "Would you like to eat her pussy? She really likes to have her pussy lips and clit sucked and her cunt tongue fucked. Is that something you're up for?" "Absolutely," I said absentmindedly, lost in the daze of my own lust. The woman then disentangled herself from my arms, half turning in her seat to face me as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and then shimmied the thong down her long legs and off her feet. She then began to climb over the seat to join me in the back. As she clambered over the divide, her breasts dangled invitingly just inches from my face. Not able to let the opportunity pass me by, I reached out and cupped her pendulous tits and felt their satisfying weight in my palms. The woman smiled at me, pausing to let me enjoy the tableau. She then continued to slither over the seat and into the capacious backseat. She sat down on the opposite end of the seat, facing me with her feet on the seat in between us and her knees bent together in front of her. The man said, "before you eat her pussy, you need to see how she likes to touch herself." Looking at her through the rear-view mirror, the man said, "spread your legs, honey, and show yourself to our guest." At this, the woman, who had been lightly teasing her nipples with her fingers, slowly began to separate her knees, revealing one of the most extraordinary pussies I have ever seen. My surmisings during our initial episode were proven true, and then some. Moving my eyes down from her bully-button, I first noticed that she was clean shaven, but most remarkable was her clitoris. Engorged from our first session and now released from her thong, her clit looked even more cock-like than I had imagined, extending out from her pubic mound as much as the first knuckle of my thumb. To my surprise, the similarities of her clit to a cock did not alarm me. Though I have always considered myself resolutely straight, I felt strongly attracted to this "girl penis." Seeing me stare down at it seemed to excite the woman. "Stroke your clit for him, honey." And she moved one hand down to her clit and began stroking it lightly, as a man would stroke his cock, with her thumb on top and two fingers on the bottom. She gingerly jacked her clit-cock while she looked intently at me. I was in rapture, staring with wonder and desire at her stroking herself. She seemed to be getting hotter by watching me in my entranced state and her breathing was getting heavier. Glancing again in the rearview mirror, which he had readjusted to see the scene, the man said, "O.K. Fair is fair. Now that you've seen hers, she wants to see yours. Show her your cock." At that point, I was all too eager to release my penis from its cramped quarters. I had been rubbing myself through my pants and my hard-on was straining against my clothes. I unbuttoned the top button on my jeans and unzipped the fly. Now it was my turn to shimmy, as I worked my jeans and underwear down my legs. Realizing that in my haste to release my cock from its confines, I had forgotten to take my sandals off first, I now awkwardly strained to get the straps undone. Once that was accomplished, I could yank my jeans off. When I finally got free of my tangled clothes, I sat back in the seat and turned toward the woman, my hard cock poking through the tail of my shirt. "Take your shirt off, too," the man said as he glanced at me through the mirror, "so she can see all of you." I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my arms and then settled back in my seat. The woman had been watching me intently the whole time and she was now staring at my cock, which was now throbbing and twitching. She continued to stroke her clit, which now was so hard and erect that it seemed to twitch back at me. "O.K. Show her how you touch yourself." Not requiring much prompting, I moved my left hand from my knee where it had been resting and very lightly traced the area between my balls and my ass, stroking upwards across my balls and then up the underside of my shaft. My cock leapt in response and her eyes seemed to widen as I repeated this several times. "Do you like his cock, honey?" the man asked. "Mmm," the woman responded. "Describe it for me." Her response, which was the first time she had really said anything since I got in the car, was slow and breathy as she continued to stroke herself. "It's a nice, big cock," she began, "probably eight inches long and very thick, maybe as wide as three of my fingers along the shaft and a lot wider at the head. It's circumcised and very taut right now, with a big vein running up the side of the shaft." "Do you think you'd like to suck and fuck that cock?" he asked. "Mmm," she replied again. By now, I was stroking my cock with long, full strokes and for some time we just sat there, each stroking our respective phalluses while staring at the other's. We were both breathing heavily. After a while, I shifted my attention down from her clit to marvel at her equally stupendous labia. All this focus on her clit had made me almost forget about those pussy lips I had felt bulging under her panties. The lips were, indeed, prodigious. Even with her legs spread wide open, the flesh of her lips were still all bunched together in a large knot of sinuous crevices, with a texture that was the cross between a peach pit and a large chanterelle mushroom. "Isn't she amazing?" the man asked. "Scoot up close and get a good viewing spot. Get your face down there, right up close." As I brought my face down within six inches of her pussy, the man said, "Now show him your lips." The woman stopped stroking her clit and moved both hands further down and began to slowly manipulate her pussy lips. As she pushed them around, I began to see little flashes of the pink interior flesh start to peek out. Finally, she ran one finger the whole length of her snatch, from bottom to top, separating two huge lips and revealing the inviting opening of her cunt. By now, I was completely enveloped in her aroma and the musky sent was making my cock throb like mad. Then, with the fingers of each hand, she began to pull at her pussy lips, unfolding them to their full glory. She pulled at them until they were completely extended. I estimated that each lip was at least the length of my index finger. When her fingers got to the end of her lips, she let her lips snap back into place, wiggling a bit as they returned. As she slowly repeated this motion—pinching the edges of her lips between her fingers, pulling them away from her body, splaying them wide along the sides of her thighs, and then releasing them—I felt myself getting further drawn in. I wanted to get just as close as I could and I inched my face closer and closer to her pussy. When my nose was just half an inch from the opening of her cunt, the man said, "O.K. honey, I think it's time our friend really started experiencing your pussy." Holding her lips as wide as they could go, she scooted towards me, closing the gap between my face and her pussy, putting my nose into the opening of her hole that was now starting to ooze with her juice and plastering her huge wet lips across my face. Though of course I couldn't see it, it felt as if her pussy lips were covering half of my face. Totally enthralled in the situation, the woman and I just held that pose for as long my breath held out. When I felt I was at the end of my oxygen, I backed my mouth out just enough to catch a breath, then I dove back into her cunt, feeling the wet warmth of her pussy lips across my face. After I had repeated this several times, the man said, "I want you to take her lips in your mouth and suck them." I couldn't have been happier to comply with that instruction. The woman let her lips spring back together completely wrapping my nose and mouth in her soft, wet flesh, and then slowly moved her hands away. I shifted my face slightly to one side of her pussy and parted my lips to let one of her pussy lips enter in. I began with some soft, slow sucks on first one lip and then the other. Her taste was sweet and musky and the texture of her lips was silky. As I continued to alternate, first sucking one pussy lip and then the other, I began to increase the force of my sucking. The woman responded first with soft moans and then started rocking her hips slightly forward and backward. "Now I want you to tongue fuck her," the man said. "First, pull her lips open with your fingers and then gently lick the area around the opening of her cunt." I released the lip that I had been sucking on and, as instructed, used my fingers to spread her pussy lips wide, exposing the round opening of her cunt, with which my nose had been recently well acquainted. I began licked around the inside of her lips, starting at the outer edges, slowly making my way toward her cunt. When I reached my goal, I began lightly circling around the rim, flicking my tongue as lightly as I could at the edges of her hole. As my tongue made its circuit around the outside of her cunt, I lapped up the oozing pussy cream that had started to drip out of her cunt, making a white trail down her perineum toward her anus. Her taste was exquisite—at first musky and wild, like wet leaves in the fall, but with a sweet after taste, like late harvest wines. As I lapped up around her hole, the woman's rocking became more pronounced and her moaning was nearly constant. "O.K.," the man said. "Now start to insert your tongue into her cunt. She's a squirter. Get ready to swallow some girl cum." I kept my tongue moving in a circular pattern as I began to very slowly go past the outside rim of the woman's cunt and enter the inside of her vagina. As moved past the opening, I could feel the ridges of her pussy walls, which now seemed to be expanding to facilitate my tongue's entry. Gradually, I worked my tongue in as deep as it would go, flicking the tip to the edge of where I thought her g-spot might be. When I started flicking, it was as if a lightning bolt had shot through the woman. Her kagel muscles contracted around my tongue and her back arched lifting her hips, and my head now attached at the tongue, off the seat. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tightly against her snatch as I continued my inner tongue flicking. After maybe 20 seconds, in this position, she arched even higher, and I felt the inner walls of pussy start to convulse in a repeated pattern of yawning open wide, then clamping down. Each time her pussy opened wide, I pushed my tongue further in. After five or six convulsions, her cum juice began to flow. It was not a projectile type of squirt, like Cytherea or Jamie Brooks, but more of a flowing stream, welling out of her pussy like a spring from the ground, cascading out of her hole and directly into my mouth. I swallowed her cum as fast as I could, but it was impossible for me to keep up and the juices began spilling down my chin and onto the terry cloth seat cover. When her convulsions abated, I reclaimed my tongue from her the recesses of her cunt, and she slowly returned to her ass to the seat, which was now soaked with her pussy juice. I, too, sat back down over on my side of the seat and watched the woman as she recovered from her climax, her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with her cum. I sat there stroking my cock, my eyes fixated on her pussy. Slowly, the woman opened her eyes, and began staring at my cock. "I think she likes your tongue," the man said. "I think you'll like hers, too. Honey, are you ready to suck his cock?" "Mmm," the woman intoned. "Why don't you first allow him to get more acquainted with your marvelous tits?" With that she sat forward and grabbed my hips, pulling them toward her so that I was, more or less, lying flat on the seat. Then, bending over my feet, she dangled her large pendulous tits over my toes, swaying them back and forth across my feet, swirling her erect nipples around the end of my toes. Moving on all fours, she began inching up my legs, dragging her tits along the tops of my shins and knees. When she got to my thighs, she began lightly stroking them with her nipples, slowly moving her body up and down my thighs, with her breasts hanging beneath her. With each stroke, she moved further up my thighs and closer to my cock, which was now standing straight up and twitching. When at last she reached the top of my thighs, she gently pushed my legs apart with one of her hands, thereby fully exposing my balls. Then she began stroking me with her tits, moving so that first one and then the other tit would trace a line from under my balls up the underside of my cock all the way to the head, which was now throbbing and purple. When she reached the top of my cock, the woman would move slowly to trace her nipple around my most sensitive place, just under the head. She repeated these motions many times, slightly increasing the pressure of her tits on my cock each time. After a few minutes of this tit stroking, she was firmly pressing her tits onto my cock, and it was an easy transition for her to scoot her knees forward between my legs, thereby taking the weight off her arms and freeing up her hands so she could wrap her tits around my cock and slowly tit-fuck me. Her tits were warm and soft and they were large enough to wrap all the way around my cock. As she stroked up and down, my cock would first seem to disappear into the valley between her tits, and then the purplish head would poke up at the top of her cleavage. Hitchhiking in Nebraska Her stroking gradually increased in speed and pressure to the point that I thought I was going to explode. Sensing my impending orgasm, the woman suddenly released my cock from her cleavage and let it stand there, twitching and oozing pre-cum. "Not yet," she said. When I had calmed down and come back from the edge, she touched the pre-cum at the end of my dick with one of her nipples and moved away, stretching the viscous ooze into a long string. When the string broke, she used her other breast to further wipe the pre-cum from my cock. Then, she began the process all over again, starting with lightly stroking my cock with tips of her nipples, which were now wet with my pre-cum, slowly increasing the pressure, and then wrapping my cock with her tits and tit-fucking me until the very brink of orgasm, and then releasing me before I could cum. She repeated this pattern four times, each time driving me closer to the edge. After the fourth time, the man said "O.K. honey. I think it's time to start using your tongue. Start with the head of his cock." "Mmm," she replied and instead of using her nipple to remove my pre-cum, she reached out with her tongue and began to trace almost imperceptibly around the hole at the end of my cock, lapping up my pre-cum with quick, cat-like lappings. Her tracings around the very end of my dick began to widen with each circuit. Gradually, her tongue made its way to the edge of my cock-head, ringing the crown, but still with the very lightest of touches and only with the tip of her tongue. However, as she traced the outside edges of my cock-head, she increased both the pressure and the amount of tongue surface coming into contact with my cock. After a couple of minutes, her tongue was fully swirling around my cock-head, swathing it with her warm saliva. "Now start working on his shaft," came the voice from the front seat. The woman ceased her circuits around the head and repositioned her head down between my thighs. At first I couldn't feel her doing anything. Then, I felt the slight breeze of her exhalations as she gently breathed on my balls. Her breathing became more pronounced after a few breaths, leading to her blowing hard toward my balls, as if she were blowing out the candles on a cake. With each breath, she brought her lips closer and closer to my balls. Finally, her lips were just barely making contact with my now very taut scrotum. With such close attention to the area, I was glad I had recently shaven. As her lips touched me, her tongue began flitting very lightly on the crinkled skin. Shifting her head back and forth, she moved her flitting tongue over the entire surface. Her tongue's touch sent shivers throughout my body, and felt my hips quake and lift slightly off the seat. After a few minute's attention on my balls, she began using the same flitting tongue technique on the shaft of my cock, starting at the base and moving up to the tip. When she hit my cum-button, just under the head of my cock, my quaking shifted in to a full-fledged vibration. It was as if my whole body was singing some high-pitched song, sounding something like the Theremin in Good Vibrations or the Star Trek theme. To say that I was swooning would be an under-statement—I was redefining that term! After repeating her light flitting action up and down my cock shaft several times, the woman had mercy on me. She positioned her lips at the head of my cock, and with a suction that could remove paint, she sucked as much of my cock into her mouth as would fit. I had been primed and pumped so many times since I get into that car that I came immediately. And copiously. My cock kept spasming stream after stream of cum into her mouth, and she, without missing a beat, kept swallowing it, her neck muscles flexing in time with each of my spasms. After my last spasm, she reached up and milked the remaining come from my cock into her still sucking mouth. This time, however, instead of swallowing, she released my cock, crawled up my chest and French kissed me, depositing the last of the cum into my mouth. At first, I was a bit surprised, but somehow the experience turned me on, and I responded by slipping my hand behind her head, pulling her lips more firmly onto mine, and exploring the recesses of her cum-flavored mouth with my tongue. "I think it's time for you to return the favor and suck some girl cock," the man said to me. I smiled at the woman as we broke our kiss, reached down to cup her ass checks and began gently pulling, encouraging her to scoot her hips toward my face. Complying with my suggestion, the woman first sat herself down on my stomach, just above my recovering dick, her pussy lips spread wide against my navel. I instantly was aware of the incredible amount of moisture coming from her pussy, soaking the hairs on my stomach. The woman gently rocked her hips in a circular motion, grinding her pussy against my stomach. She then raised her hips up just slightly off of my stomach, her long pussy lips dangling down a good two inches from her body. She positioned herself so that her lips just barely touched my skin, then she began moving her hips around, dragging her dripping lips across the skin of my torso. Protruding out above her lips was her swollen clit. As she dragged her lips across my chest, she focused her swathing on my nipples, which after several passes were erect and coated in her juices. She then titled her hips forward and began circling my nipples with the nub of her clit. This caused her clit, which was already engorged to swell and harden further, like a cock, extending a good inch forward from the rest of her pussy. Her clit was not just long, it was thick too—probably ½ inch at the base, tapering to a rounded point that looked as hard as a stimulated nipple. After circling her clit around my nipples, she began tweaking them her clit, rubbing them back and forth. Finally, she scooted forward the last few inches to my face and spread the folds of skin away from her clit with one hand, causing it stick out even further and making it look even more like a little cock. She leaned her clit forward, brushing it against my lips, and then pushed it into my mouth. Knowing now her incredibly sensitive she was, I carefully wrapped my lips around the base of her clit and began using the lightest of tongue strokes to softly stroke the top and sides. When I circled around to the underside, she moaned and began rocking slightly back and forth, causing her clit to slide in and out of my mouth—she was essentially fucking my mouth with her clit. As she got into a rhythm, I began, ever so slightly, to create a vacuum in my mouth. She responded by increasing her tempo. After only a minute or so, she was bucking wildly, sliding her clit rapidly in and out of my mouth. As she approached her climax, she arched her back causing her hips to move further toward my mouth, reached behind my head and forced her clit firmly into my mouth, as cum rushed out of her cunt onto my chin, neck and chest. By the time she had released my head, the entire upper half of my body was soaked with her pussy juices. She slid down my body half way and collapsed onto my chest, my face pressed into the cleavage between her tits. When she had recovered from her orgasm, she raised herself up, dangling her tits in my face, and I reached up and began to fondle them, sucking her nipples alternatively. "Are you two ready to fuck?" the man asked. Boy, were we! "Honey, rub your pussy all over his cock before your fuck him. Make sure he's good and hard and wet." The woman slid her hips further down my torso and lifted herself just above my now fully erect cock. As she had before, the she first used her dangling pussy lips to tease my cock, tracing her wet lips along the underside of my shaft. She then lowered herself slightly, taking care that my cock separated her long pussy lips, occupying that sacred pink space between her flaps. She gradually sat down on the underside of my cock in this position, wedging my cock between her splayed pussy lips, which now extended fully around either side of my cock, and my torso. She then began to slide up and down the length of my cock, rubbing us both in our most sensitive areas and bathing my cock in her abundant juices. Not surprisingly, as she rubbed, her clit reasserted itself, sticking out from her body like a dick. To further stimulate it, she leaned slightly forward so that as she rubbed my cock, more and more of her clit was rubbing against my dick. We were, in a sense, rubbing dick to dick. After a few minutes of this rubbing, the woman grabbed my cock with her hand and frantically began rubbing the tip of my cock against the nub of her clit. As her rubbing increased in speed and intensity, it was clear that she was nearing another orgasm. When she seemed to be at the top of her climax, she quickly shifted my cock to the opening of her cunt, thrust her hips down, and in one motion impaled herself on my cock, all the way to the hilt. This pushed her over the edge, and she sat on my cock, motionless except for the massive convulsions that her pussy muscles were doing around my dick. Even though her hips weren't moving, the rippling of her cunt muscles made it feel as if she were sliding up and down my shaft. As she convulsed, her pussy juices gushed out around the sides of my cock, coating my balls and thighs. When she was done shaking from her climax, the woman collapsed onto my chest, her tits dangling onto my nipples, her head nestled against my neck, my cock still hard deep inside of her. I held her gently and we lay still for a few moments, and then I felt her squeeze my cock with her pussy muscles. With her head still on my shoulder, she began to gently rock forward and back, sliding very slightly up and down my cock. Slowly, as the range of her sliding motion increased, she rose up on her arms, thrusting her dangling tits into my face. From this position, she could also grind her clit against my torso. I reached up and cradled her tits in my hands, moving first one and then the other to my mouth, where I eagerly sucked on her large nipples. The woman's pace increased gradually, as did her level of excitement. After a few minutes of fucking, the woman leaned back, putting her hands on my knees to support her, and began bucking up and down, her long lips wrapping around the sides of my cock and her hard clit projecting forward, invitingly. I reached down and began to stroke her clit, treating it, again, like a small cock, with my thumb on the bottom and two fingers on the top. As I did this, the woman stopped bucking so much to allow me to better stroke her. She held her hips slightly off of me, her legs flexed to support her, as I began fucking her from below, pumping my cock in and out of her cunt. After only a few seconds, the woman further arched her back, clearly approaching another climax. When she started cumming, she returned to bucking up and down on my cock. This time, her pussy muscles brought me over the edge, and we both came, me pulsing my semen deep into her and she gushing her cum all around the edges of my cock. As before, she finished her orgasm by collapsing onto my chest, my cock inside her, still half hard but deflating. After a while, my cock retreated entirely from her pussy. When that happened, the woman slid herself up my chest, leaving a trail of cum juices, and brought her pussy up to my face. "Suck your cum out of her cunt," the man said. As with the aftermath of the blowjob, I was a little shocked at the idea of eating my own semen, but the presentation of my cum, oozing from between her long pussy lips, made me really excited to do something so naughty. Kneeling with her pussy inches from my face, the woman spread her pussy lips wide for me to see my cum dripping from her cunt. She then planted her pussy on my mouth and I began swirling my tongue around the opening of her cunt, lapping up the combined juices. After I had licked her pussy lips clean, I began exploring her cunt hole, as I'd done before, but this time to ferret out remaining bits of my cum. As before, the woman started moaning from my tongue-fucking and before long, she was again gushing her cum juice into my mouth. The excitement of having her pussy all over my face was making my cock stir again. When the woman recovered from her orgasm, she carefully turned herself around, replanting her pussy on my mouth while taking my cock into her mouth. Her strong suction had me erect again in no time. "Fuck her from behind," the man said. With a little rearranging of legs, arms, and torsos, I found myself kneeling behind the woman who was now on all fours. The view of her soft but slender ass, and her pendulous tits hanging beneath her, was great and my cock was ready to be inside her again. Using the head of my dick, I rubbed the woman's pussy from clit to hole until she was again moaning and swaying. Then I slowly entered her, inching my cock into her pussy little bits at a time. When my cock was about half way in, she lost patience and pressed herself back into me, sheathing the rest of my cock with her wet cunt. She seemed intent on controlling the pace, so I just held myself in place and watched as she rocked her hips forward and back, my cock disappearing into her cunt, and then reappearing with her long lips trailing along the sides of my shaft. Her tits swaying beneath her as she fucked me, she reached down with one hand and began stroking her clit. Within seconds she was coming again, sending a new wave of cum juice onto the seat below us. As she was coming, I took over controlling the motion and began fucking her in earnest, holding onto her hips and slamming my cock into her cunt. This had the effect of prolonging her orgasm, sending additional waves through her body. When I could take no more, I let loose with my own orgasm, spurting what cum I still had into her. When the shaking had stopped, we collapsed onto the seat, with me on top, my cock still inside her pussy. After a few minutes, my tired dick retreated from her cunt, and I rolled off of her toward the seat back. To make room for me, she rolled onto her side with her back to me and we remained motionless in a spoon position for quite a while. I must of have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, it was getting dark outside. The woman and I sat up to see that we were pulling into a parking space at a motel. We instinctively grabbed clothing to conceal our nudity from the kids playing in the motel pool next to our parking spot. "You two back in the land of the living?" the man asked. "You just about fucked yourselves unconscious. We're pulling off the road for the night, but you're quite welcome to share our motel room with us. You might find the spaciousness of a real bed less confining than the back seat of a Caddy." Having nowhere else to spend the night, I gladly accepted. "Where are we," I asked. "Cheyenne, Wyoming," he answered. After we hastily redressed ourselves, the woman and I emerged from the back seat and walked to the car's trunk to unload our luggage. As I lifted my pack out I noticed the wheel chair that had been lying under a layer of garment bags. The woman pushed the bags to the side and began to lift the chair out. In answer to my quizzical looks, the woman explained, "My husband was wounded in the first Gulf War. It isn't possible for him to fuck any more. But before the war, he once went hitchhiking across the country and was picked up by a couple who invited him to have sex with them. It's one of his favorite memories. That's why we picked you up." After getting the unfolding the chair, she turned again to me. "I'm glad you're spending the night with us," she said. "I love your cock and I'd like to have some more of it." More of it she did have, as she and I spent the evening repeating many of the activities we had had in the back seat. The main difference was that now the man was watching us directly instead of through a rearview mirror. At first, I was a little self-conscious about this, but the woman put me at ease and after a while I found having an audience (and an appreciative one at that) exciting. At first, the man watched us from his wheel chair, which was parked near the bed. As things progressed, he wheeled himself closer to get a better view. After a while, when he saw that I was comfortable being watched, he slid himself off the chair onto the bed and lay down. He then told his wife to get onto all fours with her pussy right over his face and instructed me to fuck her doggy style. Thus, he was able to watch my cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy at close range. After she and I had been fucking for a few minutes, the woman lowered herself slowly onto the man's face and he began licking and sucking her clit. Having another man's tongue so close to my cock made me a little apprehensive at first, but soon I got used to it and didn't even mind when his tongue occasionally "strayed" from her clit to lick the pussy juices off my cock shaft as it pistoned back and forth in and out of her cunt. The night ended with the two of them using their tongues and mouths to suck me off. I had always heard that sexual orientation was more of a sliding scale than a set of black or white extremes, but had assumed that my place on the scale was decidedly on the heterosexual side. That night made me realize that once I got beyond my fears I was much closer to the middle. In the morning, the man and the woman dropped me off at the freeway entrance to try my luck at catching my next ride west. My ride through Nebraska had been much better than I had expected, to say the least. I hoped my luck in Wyoming would be half that good. The man and the woman said their goodbyes, and drove off, getting onto the freeway heading back in the other direction, back into Nebraska.