0 comments/ 39965 views/ 1 favorites The Ride Home By: jthserra Dinner had gone wonderfully, with a romantic atmosphere, an excellent meal and just the right amount of wine. Donna could feel just a touch of dizziness, as Jack opened the car door for her and she climbed inside. Jack walked around and climbed behind the wheel, started the car and headed through the parking lot to the street. Just before pulling out into traffic Jack leaned over and gave Donna a passionate kiss on the lips. He then whispered to her, "I promised you I would do something special for out anniversary." "You have, dinner was wonderful, and so romantic." "Well, the evening doesn't have to be over. I know with work and all, I haven't been the most exciting guy around, I know we've been in the sexual doldrums lately, but..." "It's been good; I mean we've been married for twenty seven years now." "Well, I've got a bit of a surprise for you, but you have to do everything I say." Nervous, but emboldened by the wine and a bit intrigued she asked, "What is it you want me to do." "Well, for now just take off your shoes." That was easy enough because she planned to kick them off for the drive home anyway. "Okay, shoes are off." "Okay, wait till I'm up on the freeway." She waited, a bit excited, wondering what Jack had in mind. They rode in silence through several traffic lights and then up onto the entrance ramp. Jack accelerated and moved over into fairly light traffic. After they traveled about a mile Jack said, "Okay, now remember, you told me you would do what I said." He watched Donna's tight, auburn curls bounce slightly as she nodded her head. He let his eyes wander down her body, over her small shoulders, curving around her very ample breasts and down the slight paunch at her belly. "I want you to take off your pantyhose and panties..." "What do you want?" "Now, now, you are supposed to listen to me and do what I say. Take off your pantyhose and panties." Glancing back and forth between her and the road he watched as she hiked up her skirt and removed the panty hose and panties. She quickly, pulled the skirt down, covering herself up. "Wow, this feels good," she said, feeling her bare ass rub against the satiny fabric of her dress. "Now what do we do?" "I want you to open the glove compartment, I have something of yours in there." Donna opened the glove compartment and saw her small vibrator enclosed in a zip lock bag. Understanding now what Jack wanted, Donna opened the bag and took out the vibrator. "I think I know what comes next," she whispered, "and slid the vibrator up under her dress." "No wait," Jack said quickly. "I think I need to see this." He looked back to the road for a moment while he continued, "Hike up your skirt there, all the way up above your waist. Yeah, there you go," he replied as she lifted up her skirt. "Okay, now you see it." "Yes I do he said," reaching his hand over and slipping a finger between her lips. "You're already wet." "Of course, did you expect otherwise?" Jack moved his hands back to the wheel, as she moved the vibrator and began running it over her clit. He whispered, "There's more." "There's more?" "Now, put one foot up there on the dash, and keep one down here, so you are spread wide open." Donna followed instructions, opening her legs wide. Though the passing light of the streetlights, Jack could see her lips parted slightly at the clit. Turning on the map light he instructed her to continue in the bright light. As he heard the whir of the vibrator, he adjusted his now raging erection. Donna held the vibrator in one hand, reached her other hand up and gently pulled her lips apart, exposing her beautiful clit. Slowly working the vibrator up her slit, she let it rest a moment directly on the sensitive nub. Moving her hips she started circling the vibrator over her hips as she closed her eyes. Spotting a couple of slow moving eighteen wheelers ahead, Jack sped the car up and slowly worked alongside one of them. The car came even with the cab and Jack slowed just enough to stay right beside it, just below the cab. Lost in the sensations between her legs, Donna didn't immediately notice what was happening, but when she opened her eyes she quickly gasped. "No, no, don't move, stay just like that," Jack instructed. "But he will see me." "Yes baby, you are gonna drive that trucker nuts as you use your vibrator." Although the thought of being watched like that was uncomfortable, it also excited something inside her, so Donna didn't move. In fact, she took a quick peek up to see if the trucker had noticed her yet. "I don't think he has seen me." "Just keep at it, he will see you soon enough," Jack said, accelerating just a bit and then easing off so the truck was even with them again. Donna took another quick peek, "Oh my, he's looking now," she exclaimed nervously. "Good. Okay now babe, why don't you give him a show." Excited by the observer, Donna continued moving the vibrator over her clit, dipping the fingers of her other hand into herself just to spice up the show. She began moving her hips more and her breathing quickened. Unable to see the truck driver, Jack kept the car traveling next to the truck as he glanced back and forth between the road and the beautiful spectacle his wife was putting on. Hearing her moans, Jack could tell she was feeling very good now, it would just be a little longer... Donna arched her back with a loud groan, letting her head fall onto Jacks shoulder. As her movement calmed and she turned off the vibrator, Jack whispered, "Just give him one more treat." Knowing exactly what he was talking about, Donna took the vibrator and slipped it up her still pulsing pussy. She held it there a moment and then with an added touch of flair, she leaned her head so she could see the truck driver and then ran her tongue along the vibrator. After a brief pause, Jack accelerated quickly pulling ahead of the truck and then passing another. In a few minutes the trucks were far behind them. Jack reached over and took Donna's hand guiding it to his hard cock. "Can you drive if I do this?" "I can, but I just want you to hold it now. When we get home then we'll do something to it," Jack said speeding down the highway. They reached their exit and in just a few more minutes of aggressive driving, Jack pulled the car into the driveway. Quickly pulling on the parking brake, he hopped out, rushed around the car and took her hand to help her out. He immediately began walking her to the house. "But my purse and shoes are still in there." "Just leave them," Jack whispered, dragging her to the door. He quietly unlocked the door and led her though the living room and quietly past the kid's rooms. The music was loud enough that they made it to the bedroom without being discovered. Jack locked the door and before Donna could reach around to unzip the dress, he hiked it up above her waist and pushed her back onto the bed. He quickly removed his shoes, socks, pants and underwear and crawled onto the bed with her. Leaning over her, he pushed his cock quickly into her still wet cunt and thrust himself deep. He madly began thrusting hard and fast into her, their bellies slapping together, loudly. Together they moved with an intensity and passion they had not felt in years. The kisses, bites, squeezes and scratches rolled over them in waves as they became nothing but angry cock and cunt ripping into each other, tearing the intense pleasure from each other's bodies. They came together in a swirling mass of motion, as they squeezed together, gasping for breath as they tried to simply melt together. Jack collapsed upon her, his cheek against hers, wet with her tears. They lay, locked tightly together, both sobbing at the incredible experience. Composing himself some, Jack slowly rolled off her, letting his cock tumble from that beautiful warmth of her. Jack took her face in his hands, looked her directly in the eyes and whispered, "I love you." "I love you too," Donna sobbed. The Ride Home He sipped his rye and coke slowly, wiggling his toes in his shoes, feet a bit sore after 18 rounds of golf in the sun. Setting his glass down on the table, he looked around the lounge, nodded to a business client he recognized, let his eyes settle on the blonde at the bar. Her long tanned legs were crossed at her delicate ankles, a gold chain glimmering in the rays of the setting sun shining through the club windows. He let his eyes slide up the shapely calves to the smooth, sleek thighs flowing from under her white cotton shorts, over the curve of her ass on the barstool, up the small of her back to where her silky hair lay between her shoulderblades. She swiveled the stool in his direction and he could now see the curve of her firm breasts jutting out above a flat stomach, a glimpse of more smooth skin above her baby blue scoop neck t-shirt, her collarbone and the hollow of her neck a tempting sight. He watched her wrap her full lips around the straw, her cheekbones showing prominently as she sucked, her blue eyes looking beneath dark lashes, down into her glass. She turned suddenly in his direction and he was about to look away, abashed at being caught mentally groping her, but she smiled and gave him a wave of recognition. Now that she was facing him, he realized that she looked familiar and that he ought to know who she was, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He smiled back and gave a half-wave, his mind moving a mile a minute, reviewing everywhere he could possibly know her from. Picking up her drink, she walked over to his table and asked him if it would be okay if she joined him. He nodded and she pulled the chair out, leaning forward as she sat down, giving him a good look down her shirt. Reluctantly he looked up, meeting her startling blue ones. She held out her feminine hand to shake his and reintroduced herself to him, having suspected that he couldn't quite place her. As soon as she said her last name it all came flooding back: daughter of one of his golf buddies, and an old babysitter from at least five years ago. He looked her over and marveled at how the young blonde had blossomed from a cute perky teenager to a real woman. She watched his eyes roam over her body and smiled. "Like what you see?" she asked coyly with a wink. He cleared his throat and took another sip of his drink. "Well, you certainly have grown up. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you--you look quite different now." "So I'm told. It's amazing what university will do to a girl." She smiled at him and checked her watch. "I really ought to get going...it's a long walk home. It was nice seeing you again." He watched her get up from the table and found himself offering her a ride home. She looked at him for a long moment and then agreed. "It's a good fifteen minute drive. I hope you don't mind. I can walk, you know, if it's too much trouble." She was settling herself into the seat beside him and he looked over and assured her that he indeed did not mind a bit. He backed out of the parking lot and starting driving up the windy mountain road to her countryside home. "You know..." she said, placing her hand on his leg, "I probably will be out of line saying this but I always found you attractive." He looked over at her, slowing the car so as to not drive off the road in his surprise. She smiled in a slightly embarrassed way and started to move her hand. He quickly put his hand on hers to keep it there. She grinned and continued, "I used to fantasize that you'd drive me home alone after babysitting and about what would happen." He tried to keep his voice steady as he asked her if she wanted to tell him exactly what it was she had imagined. Her reply was that maybe it would be better if she showed him. He looked over at her in pleased amazement and surprise. She shrugged and bit her bottom lip, looking at him questioningly. He nodded mutely. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid closer, sliding her hand up his thigh and nibbling gently on his earlobe. His pulse started to quicken and he felt himself growing hard as he felt the heat from her hand on the inside of his leg, her soft warm breath in his ear. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with his other hand as she undid his pants and slid the front of his underwear down, exposing his hard cock. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road as she leaned her head into his lap, running her tongue around the ridge of his penis. She nibbled up and down his shaft, and then gave one long lick from the base to the head before plunging him deep into her warm wet mouth. Her hand stroked him as she sucked him slowly in and out, feeling him hard against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He moaned and fought the urge to close his eyes, feeling his rock hard cock slide between her soft tight lips, felt her tongue running around and around, working its magic on him. Her right hand slide farther down and started massaging his balls, as her left hand twisted and stroked faster, following her mouth as she took him in and out at a quicker pace. He gasped and let his foot off the accelerator as he felt himself passing the point of no return, felt himself pulse and release in her sweet hot mouth, filling it as she sucked every last drop out of his throbbing cock. His heart pounded furiously as she kept her mouth on him, waiting for the intensity to pass, then ever so softly licked him clean. He cleared his throat, putting on his turn signal to turn onto her road as she sat up and gave him a little sideways smile. He grinned back and shook his head, pulling his shirt down to hide the fact that his pants were undone, as he pulled up to parent's house. "Thanks for the ride," she said cheerily with a wink as she got out of the car. "Anytime," he replied. "Anytime." The Ride Home My senior year of high school had just ended and summer had finally arrived. I had just dropped my girlfriend off at her house and was heading home when I saw Adri walking from the school. So me being the kind person I am pulled up beside her and asked if she wanted a ride. She didn't like walking so she got in my truck and I drove to her house. Now Adri isn't just a normal girl she's a very hot and has every guy lusting over her. A couple years back we had a thing going but I never pursued it but now to my disappointment. We were still best friends though and hung out all the time. I pulled up to her house and before getting out Adri leaned over and kissed me on the lips. This surprised and shocked me but how could I be bothered by this. The whole way home I just couldn't get her soft lips against mine out of my mind. That night I didn't sleep either and just wondered how much she really did like me. Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a 18 year old senior in high school I'm about 6'0 175 pounds. I have an athletic build which cam from doing both track and football. I have brown shaggy hair and beautiful eyes or so I've been told. My girlfriend is a junior, now don't get me wrong she's very pretty but just doesn't look anything like Adri. Adri is a senior just like me. She's been in my class since Pre-School. She has black hair with a very hot body. Nice ass and beautiful lips that are to die for. The next day at school I felt kind of awkward around her but we didn't mention the kiss last night and just acted like nothing had happened. Even though we both felt the passion for each other. That day instead of walking she asked me for a ride and of course I agreed hoping I would get another surprise. This time when I dropped her off she leaned in for a kiss again and gave me a quick one and tried to leave, but this time I grabbed her and held her for a long kiss. I would stick my tongue in and she would push hers in my mouth. We french kissed for ever it seemed and neither one of us wanted to quit. I had to fight her off and asked if she wanted to come to my place for a little while because my parents were out of town for a couple of days. We pulled into my house and before we even got in the door we were already lip locked with each other. We went straight for my room and hit the bed and Adri was on top of me. We frenched for a couple of minutes and I started to run my hands up her shirt unto her perfect tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and I loved the way her nipples felt running through my fingers. She was wearing a very short denim skirt which I pulled up which revealed her pink thong she was wearing. I pushed it over to one side and started licking away at her sacred spot. Her pussy was shaven except for a small square patch on the front of it. I stuck my tongue all the way in her and started tongue fucking her. She was loving it. It didn't take long before she was cumming like she never had before. Adri crawled off of me and pulled down my track shorts that I was wearing. She started giving me the best blow job that I have ever experienced before in my life. In no time she was swallowing my cum that was blasting from the tip of my cock. We started kissing again and I started sucking on her boobs. I was horny again by this time and we were ready to fuck for our first time ever. I didn't have condoms but we were so ready we didn't care. I pointed my cock at her and started fucking with everything I had. We were both really enjoying it. I would speed up and go very quickly and then slow down before I came. I needed to come and couldn't hold it much longer so I pushed all the way in and hit her cervix and exploded shooting my cum deep inside of her. My cock went limp but I just didn't have the strength to pull it out. We put back on our clothes and I drove her home. She gave me a long passionate kiss before she left and we knew this would not be our last time. Leave Feedback telling what you think, or if I should make a part two. The Ride Home It had been a long week at work, and today was the worst. I had been running around the building trying to get the last of my work done so I could go home for the weekend. I'd seen her several times during the day, but did not have time to chat, just business talk. We had talked in the past about basic things during our breaks and in passing and seemed to get along fine, but I never thought it would become more then just co-workers. Even though I had thought of it, but she never really gave any signs that it could be more. As it got later in the day and I caught up on my work did I have time to take a break. As I walked into the break room I was pleased to see her there also. Mandy was talking to Jill, one of the girls that had been with the company for some time and did not see me walk in. As I was getting some coffee Jill looked up at me and smiled, and I nodded and smiled back. As not wanting to be rude I went to a table away from them and sat down with the paper and my coffee. As I sat reading the paper, I did not even see her walk up to the table. As I looked up with a start I said, "Hi." It was then I saw Jill had left. I asked how her day was going. She said, "not well." I gestured for her to set down and tell me about it if she like. I have time. I offered to get you some coffee, but she kind of laughed, Then said, "No, but a nice stiff drink would help!" We both kind of laughed. I said, "Yea, I know what you mean, it has been a crap week for me also." Then I asked, "What's got you so uptight?" She looked into my eyes and I get this feeling just before she spoke. It is odd, it is the way her eyes sparkle and her lips tighten up, almost like she was up to something. I shrug it off and listen to her plight. She explains to me that Jill had told her that I had helped her (Jill) in the past and she suggested that she could ask me for help also. My heart raced, just what had Jill told her, and how much? She could see the change on my face, and then went on. It seems as though she has been having car trouble as of late and has not been able to find someone to fix it without paying out too much. She told me all about the dealers that had looked at it and there prices and what they said was wrong. After she was done I said, "I could help if you like." You responded. "Please!" I picked up my cell and made a call to Mike, a friend with an auto shop. He owed me a favor, but that was something else. I gave him the details of the car and asked if he could look at it. He agreed, I also told him it was a co-worker and did not have a lot to spend. He gave me the "no worry" and asked when can he look at it. I looked at her and asked where the car was. She said, "It's at my house and I can have it towed to the shop." Mike heard this and said, "He can just pick it up and take it to the shop, and will stop by the office and get the keys in twenty, then go pick up the car." She said, "That would be great and I will call security to let them know the car is getting picked up." After the call, she seemed very happy and the stress had lifted. She gave me the keys and the directions to her house so Mike could get the car. As we stood up I explained that Mike was a good friend and would take care of her car right and I would call her when he picked up the keys. As we stood up to leave she hugged me to thank me, then left. Mike showed up and we got it worked out to get the car. It was getting late and I had not heard from Mike. Just then Mike called. He explained that it was not as bad as what he thought, but it will take another day to get the parts, and he was going to cut a good price on labor. It was a dam site better then what she had been quoted from the others. I called her while Mike was on the line and told her what was up. She seemed very happy and gave the ok for the work. I told Mike it was a go and to call me when it was done. It wasn't till just as I was walking out the door, my phone rang. I thought about not getting it, but decided to pick it up. It was Mandy. She said, "I am glad I caught you and I hate to bother you further, but my ride home had an unexpected emergency come up and now I don't have a ride home." I replied, "You are far from a bother, and I would be more then happy to give you a ride home." We met in the lobby and walked to my car. She apologized several times for putting me out and was thankful for my help. As we got to the car I opened the door for her and she turned toward me. "What can I do to make it up to you?" She blurted. My thoughts raced, (being the horny male), but I said, "How about dinner?" She said, "Deal." I knew she had a car repair to pay for, so I picked a place that was good, but not pricey. We had a good meal and a few drinks while talking and learning more about one another. It turned out that we had a lot in common then I had expected. We left the restaurant and headed for her place. We reached her house and I parked in the drive. She asked, "Do you have time to come in for a drink?" I nodded yes and we went in. As we walked in the front, I was surprised how much room was inside. It did not look that big from outside. We walked over to a small bar area and she fixed us a drink. Then asked, "Would like a tour?" Of coarse I said yes. It was a nice layout, and well set up. We stepped out to the back to find a very nice patio and Jacuzzi. The yard had a tall wooden fence with several trees within. At that point she had finished her drink, and handing me her glass she asked me to fix us another one. When I returned with the drinks, she was gone. I set hers on the table and checked out the back yard till she returned. It was then that I heard music start playing, soft and slow. When I turned I saw Mandy standing just outside the patio door. She had let her hair down letting it flow across her shoulders. The light gleamed off her black silk robe that stopped just below her thigh. She picked up her drink and raised it as if in a toast, saying, " I would like to thank you for you help." I walked toward her, raising my glass to meet hers, looking into her eyes said, and "I'm glad to help, anytime." With that she downed her drink, stepped back and dropped her robe. My eyes grew big as well as my dick; she had nothing on under the robe. As she slowly stepped into the Jacuzzi, I was stunned of just how hot she was. She hid it well at the office. Her skin was smooth and clear, her breasts were larger then I thought, and firm. Her legs were tight and tan, and there was just a small patch of fur above her pussy with the rest shaven. As she stepped into the Jacuzzi, she bent over to wet herself and gave me a wonderful view of the sweetest ass I have ever seen. This was not the woman I knew from work! I downed my drink. She saw this and laughed. Then told me to fix two more. I did, and returned. As I walked to the edge to hand Mandy her drink, she slowly stood up from the water to meet me at the edge. The water glistened of her tits like dew drops in the morning sun. She took both of the drinks from me and set them aside. They slowly started to unbutton my shirt. We said not a word, just gazed into each other's eyes with a lustful gleam. As she dropped my shirt her hands explored my chest, caressing and lightly tugging on my hair. Working her way down to my belt she quickly undid it and then my pants. As they dropped to the deck she could then see just how well her plan was working. My cock was so hard it could split oak, but she had something else in mind. It was then that she spoke. "It's time for you to come join me in here." she said with a grin. I dropped my boxers and walked to the edge where she met me. She ran her hands up my legs as I stepped into the water. Reaching my cock she rubbed her hands along its length, then taking my hand sat me on the edge just above the water. Pushing my legs apart she moved in close and stroked my cock. I don't know what was hotter, the water on my legs or the heat from her firm tits brushing along my legs. Looking up into my eyes I saw her give me an evil grin, then without warning she engulfed my rod in her mouth and sucked hard. I was taken by surprise by her abruptness yet thrilled at the same time. She did not let up, like a woman possessed she sucked and stroked me till I was on the verge of cumming. She could feel me tensing up but still did not slow her pumping. I could feel my cock throb in her mouth and told her I was going to cum if she did not stop. This only made her suck harder, as she reached down grabbing my balls I could not take anymore. I erupted in her mouth with such a heavy load I thought she would have drowned, but she took it all and sucked me till I was done spurting. It was then she pulled back and had a huge grin on her face; she was satisfied with herself for doing what she had planned all along. She took my hand and led my into the water, it felt good on my cock and balls. As I settled down into a corner she swam up to me and kissed me deep, I could taste cum on her lips and tongue. Then she slid back and Said, "Thank you." I laughed out loud then looked at you and said, "No, I think I should be thanking you!" We both started to laugh. As we relaxed in the water she told me that she has always wanted me but did not know how to approach me. Then with the car trouble and talking to Jill she knew she had a chance. Again I felt uneasy when she mentioned Jill. Knowing Jill's and my past I was wondering just how much she knew. She saw the look on my face and told me that Jill had told her that I had helped her in the past and was a very good friend. I began to ease up thinking Jill had not told her of our sexual relations. I moved closer, she was sitting low in the water and I let my hands wonder over her body. I could see by the look on her face and the soft moaning I was on the right path. I caressed her body and felt her firm tits, as her nipples grew hard. The water was warm, as I gave her nipples a tweak and rolled them with my fingers she closed her eyes and moaned softly. I kissed her lips softly as my hand slid down her sides, and then gently lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge. The water rolled of her body making it gleam in the moonlight. I kissed her again, then worked my way down, kissing her ears and neck on the way. Sliding lower I kissed my way to her warm breasts, kissing and sucking her nipples till they were hard and red. Giving them one more squeeze I kissed my way down across her belly to her small patch of fur just above my target. Her breathing quickened as I rubbed my lips across her mound then brushed my tongue along the folds. As I began to lick her up and down she spread her legs wider, opening herself to me. I eased a finger in as I flicked across her now exposed clit. I pumped in and out causing her to open her mouth and breathe heavily then I sucked hard on her clit, pulling at it. She was getting so wet I thought she may have already cum, but she had not. Her hips were rocking as I pumped my finger into her, then I worked a second in and this set her off. I worked them in and out and she flowed with wetness, I just pumped harder, sucking on her clit. I reached up with my other hand and grabbed her tit and found a very hard nipple. As I rolled it in my fingers she started to gasp and buck harder. My hand was a blur and mouth covered her clit. I pinched her nipple hard and she let out a scream, then grabbed my head and pushed me hard into her pussy. She was thrashing about so hard I felt I was going to get thrown off, but I stayed with her till the end. She slowly settled down and let go of my head, which I was glad, I was not doing well breathing through my ears. I caught a breath then slowly licked her again while pressing my fingers upward toward her spot. This sent her into another orgasm, but more intense and long. It seemed as though her whole body went into a long spasm then released. She fell back on the deck, and I eased my fingers out causing her to twitch. My hand and face were soaked; I licked the juice from my fingers then made my way up to her face. She was still panting heavily, then looked up and giggled. My face was soaked with pussy cream. She pulled me to her and we let our tongues and lips do the rest. Then we slid back into the water. I got our drinks and handed one to her then sat back. She just sat there and let the water take her. Then looking up at me she raised her glass and without saying a word we drank a toast. It took several minutes before we spoke, "That was intense!" She said. It made me feel good to give her as much pleasure as I did, and the look on her face told it all. She had a glow that shown brighter then the moon, her lips were full and red, I knew I wanted more. We sat there next to each other till our drinks were gone and decided we had been in the tub long enough. As she stepped from the tub she shivered. The air had cooled since we first came out, not that we had noticed, while in the tub. I stepped out and followed her, grabbing a towel on the way. She went straight in as I toweled off quickly outside then went in. I saw her in the kitchen with the towel draped around her neck just covering her tits; she still had droplets of water slowly rolling down her body making small puddles on the floor. I had wrapped myself in the towel before going in. As I walked in she smiled and Said, " So, do you like the place?" I said, "I love what I have seen so far!" We both smile. As she walked around the counter from the kitchen she handed me another drink, then walks to the doors to the deck. She pointed to the stereo and ask if I would put on some more music, as I do, I think she is going back out, but she slid open the glass doors and latch the screen doors leaving the main doors open. Then she walked to the fireplace and lights it. I had just made my selection of music when she turned out the lights. It took my eyes a minute to adjust, but as they did the music started to play and I could see her in the glow of the fire swaying to the tunes with her eyes closed. I just stood there watching, her hands on the towel still around her neck, hips rolling to the rhythm. The glow of the fire lite her body showing her curves. She slowly pulled the towel from around her neck and brings it to her chest rubbing it over her breast. The cloth rubbing across her nipples makes them stand out hard. My cock grew hard watching her as she danced, slowly taking one hand down across your stomach to the tuff of hair just above her pussy, rubbing it and running her fingers through it. Then she tugged at it hard making a slight whimper, and then moving lower she slid a finger into her wet folds playing and teasing. It was then she turned to look at me, eyes afire, she brought her hand up, fingers wet with her sweet nectar, and begin to suck them clean. I walk toward her dropping my towel on the way; my cock is full and hard, ready for her. I walked to her and we embrace, lips meeting, tongues exploring, the heat and passion building. Her hand slides down my body to my hardness, and then gently she pulls me along while she steps back to the couch. As she sat down she saw the drop of wetness at my tip, gazing up into my eyes, she held me and slowly touched the tip with her tongue, circling the head. As she pulled back we can see a string of pre-cum between my head and her tongue. Then she smiles and dives down on me fully. After a few quick sucks she backs off and laid back on the couch, it was then that I knew she had been fingering her pussy while she sucked me. I saw this as she laid back pulling her fingers up with juice dripping from them. I take her hand and as I lick her fingers, I pushed the head of my cock along her wet pussy, then with one push I pop inside. She closed her eyes and gasps, then a smile grows across her face. I push deeper into her slowly so we could adjust. Her hand slips from my mouth and she grips her tits and squeezes hard, kneading them like making bread as I slowly pump her. I just keep a slow steady pace; pushing deep then backing out till I almost pop out putting pressure on her outer lips, then slowly slide back in. I was not sure who was enjoying more, but it was clear that it was good for both. I work my hand to her clit and start to rub across it. Her eyes open wide and her breathing turns to gasps, I am in the right spot. I rub harder and faster to match her gasps. I push deep inside her as I rub harder on her clit. Her eyes shut hard and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock hard as she grabs my ass with both hands pulling me as deep as we could go and held me there. I feel her pussy gush soaking my cock and ooze out down my balls. With that I can't hold back any longer. I feel my balls tighten as I shoot deep into her pussy. This sets her off again bucking against me, she cums hard and long. It takes some time for us to calm down, as I soften, I back out causing her to quiver. The cream flows from her pussy as she pushes her fingers against her lips and fill them with cum, then bring her hand to her lips she tastes our mixture on her fingers. I move up so my cock is close to her lips, she engulfs me and licks till I am clean and spent. I thought that this was the best night I ever had. We lie there softly touching each other till we can move again. She got up closed and locked the doors then headed up the stairs. Half way up she looked over her shoulder and with a turn of her head motioned me to follow. I watch as she walked naked up the spiral staircase. It was if I am in a dream, the way the light hits her body from the fire. As she neared the top I make my way to the stairs and follow her up. As I get to the hall I see a dim light at the end from her bedroom, it is then that I hear the shower. I walk into the bathroom and see she has already gotten in. I say, "So, do you want me to help scrub your back?" In a sexy tone you say, "Yes please." I step in and we caress each other till the water gets cold. We step out and softly help dry each other. Then we slide into your bed and hold each other till we drift off to sleep. The Ride Home So I'm sitting in the back seat of my best friend Rachel's Acura, my nipples are as hard as gumdrops (and about the same size), and there's a man's hand on my thigh. I'm drunk. The hand belongs to Jim, Rachel's husband, and it's much higher on my leg than appropriate. I can feel two fingers of his hand teasing the very bottom edge of my mini-skirt. But I don't dare say anything, because Rachel's the one driving. How far do I let him go? When do I do the gentle push-away? After all, his fingers feel quite good. If he were single, I'd be spread-eagled on the seat by now with his hand halfway up my skirt. Should I cross my legs? "Man," says Jim, making the decision for me, "Juliet's got some nice thighs." Rachel darts her eyes into the rearview mirror, looks at me. They signal amusement. "I told you they were nice," she says. "Nice, sure, I knew they were nice," says Jim. "But these – " He slides his hand up until it's definitely under the mini-skirt, all the way. The hand grabs my upper thigh, squeezes it gently. One more inch, and his pinkie would be riding the seam of my panties. "These thighs are finger-lickin' good." Yes, Jim is drunk as well. But Rachel -- Rachel's had nothing but Diet Coke to drink all night. "Finger-lickin' good?" she crows. "Don't tell me she's actually wet?" Jim's pinkie ventures into the groove between thigh and panty, rubs quickly up and down. "Nope, not that I can tell." Poor man, all he has to do is dip that finger up under the fabric of my underwear to see how wrong he is. "Shucks," says Rachel. I'm stunned at the whole situation, and it's not just the drunkenness and Jim's hand on my leg. Rachel's my best friend. We tell each other everything. We've had the drunken Would You Ever Kiss Another Girl talk, we've had the My Husband Says He Wouldn't Mind Fucking You talk. Until tonight, I would have told anyone that Rachel was straight as an arrow and not into anything other than your boring suburban kink. You know, a bullet vibrator hidden in the dresser. A dogeared copy of Erotica for Women under the bed. The occasional tie-up to the bedposts. But now, here we are, driving the long drive home, and Rachel is enthusiastically narrating the blow-by-blow of her husband fondling my bare legs. It had seemed like an accident when Jim drunkenly climbed into the back seat with me as we left the party. Now I'm not so sure. I close my eyes for a moment, relishing Jim's touch on my thigh. He doesn't seem to be in any hurry to remove his hand. "I'm hot," I say, trying to pawn the sweat off on the dry Phoenix night air. It doesn't throw Jim off for a second. "Are you sure?" he says. "Because it looks like you're freezing cold to me." Rachel cackles and I start to blush. My nipples are the one feature I can't hide, especially during these summer months when sweaters are an impossibility. When they're aroused, they stick out of my mediumish breasts like sore thumbs. In fact, if you took the last joint of my thumb, the part from the cuticle to the fingertip, and put them on my chest, they'd be only slightly bigger than what God gave me. Without a heavily padded bra, they're like gumdrops when they're aroused. And boy, are they aroused now. Jim takes his right hand off my thigh. But before I can breathe a sigh of relief, he's put his whole arm over my shoulder. Jim's got long arms. The fingertips of his right hand dip under the shoulder of my blouse and under the strap of my bra without hesitation. "Man," says Jim. "You should see these nipples." Rachel takes her eyes off the road for a second, tilts the rearview mirror down a fraction. "I can see 'em from here." "They're gorgeous." "But not finger-lickin' good?" "Oh, definitely finger-lickin' good." Jim actually slides his fingers down towards the cup of my bra and tugs at it so he can get a better view. He leans forward and stares down my blouse. I just sit there and let him. And then, as Rachel pulls onto the interstate, I can feel Jim's right middle finger slide down the neck of my blouse. The finger actually slips into my bra and makes a full pass across my breast, rolling right over – oh my God – my achingly hard nipple. Then the finger slides back, and seconds later, Rachel's husband has my right breast cupped in the palm of his hand. I catch Rachel licking her lips in the rearview. "So soft," Jim mumbles, giving me just the perfect sensual squeeze. "Man, I could squeeze these tits all night." "Well, don't be selfish," moans my best friend in mock protest. "Break those puppies out so we can all see them." I should put a stop to this already. Jim is not only cupping my one naked breast in his hand, but his other has gone to work on the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one. We're on the highway and people are zipping by. Not many of them, true, not this late at night. But all it takes is one overzealous parent and a cell phone to turn this real ugly real quick. Ten or fifteen seconds later, my blouse is completely unbuttoned and Jim is going to work on the C cups of my bra. He's not being gentle about this. Instead, he's reaching under my breasts, hooking his fingers inside the bottom of the cups, and yanking them up over my boobs. First the right, then the left. And then I'm sitting in the back seat of a moving car with my blouse completely undone and my tits in plain view. "Wow," I say, trying to assert some agency in the situation. "I can't believe you just did that." Rachel smirks. "Oh, I can. Jim's been wanting to see those tits for years." Jim slides the one hand over my shoulder again, leans in, and then takes my breasts into his palms. He gives them a hard grope, molding them roughly in his hands. "Well worth the wait," he grunts. Then Jim spreads the fingers of his hands apart over each boob far enough to capture my nipples. He pulls, tweaks at each one, distending them hard, almost but not quite to the point of pain. I can't help it. I'm purring. My pussy is absolutely drooling at this point. The three of us watch for a moment in silence. Rachel can barely keep her eyes on the road. "So?" she says suddenly. "Don't tell me you're going to just haul those tits out there and not suck on them." Jim's lips are nibbling on my earlobe. "Good idea," he mutters, then dips his head down to do just that. I'm at the verge of orgasm as soon as his lips touch my left nipple. Jim's not just sucking on my boob – he's slurping at it, he's dribbling all over it, he's actually gnawing at that nipple with his teeth. I lean back and close my eyes. "Oh... my... Gawwwwd..." I whimper. He switches to my other tit, giving it the same treatment, and then starts moving back and forth deliciously, getting rougher and rougher with each pass. Then I hear my best friend's voice. "Is she gonna cum?" she says eagerly. I do. Two hours ago, I was sipping rum and Cokes at a nice dinner party in a fancy hotel. Now, here I am, orgasming in the back seat of Rachel's car while her husband chews on my tits and she gives him encouragement in a husky voice. All this time, I realize, Jim and Rachel have barely even acknowledged my presence, and not even come close to asking my permission to molest me. Somehow this turns me on all the more. I can feel the liquid spewing out the lips of my cunt and sliding down the crack to my ass, and I want those panties off in the worst way. Jim and Rachel continue their conversation as I lay back and close my eyes. "So do those taste as good as they look?" asks Rachel. Jim smiles. "You'll just have to find out later, when we get home." "Oh, don't worry. I will. I'm gonna suck on those things until they're sore, unless I'm too busy chewing on her clit." "You might have to fight me for it." "C'mon, honey, there's plenty for us both." "Speaking of which..." I've barely recovered from my explosive orgasm, much less absorbed the fact that my best friend has just announced her intention to eat my pussy tonight, when I feel something new. Jim's left hand is sliding up my mini-skirt, which is now bunched up under my ass from all the wriggling. His hand is moving up my thighs towards my panties, and this time I realize he's not going to stop. Jim's fingers wiggle their way inside the leg band of my panties, stretching them mercilessly. I can feel the back scrunch up and slide into the groove of my ass like a very, very tight thong. And then – Then two fingers of Jim's hand are working their way down the soaking-wet lips of my pussy, parting labia as they go. They're digging down deep. He probes down until he finds the slick hole, and with a loud, indescribable shlupppp, he slides two fingers into my cunt. He doesn't stop until I feel his palm mash up against my pubic hair. I can't help it. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" I force my eyes open as Jim saws in and out a few times. I roll my head to the side and see that we're not alone. Not only are we not on a deserted stretch of highway, but there's a pickup truck keeping pace with us. Three or four young guys are leaning out the window, whooping and hollering. They're leering at my tits, they're watching Jim finger fuck me into madness. Fuck her! Fuck her! I hear them yelling. Fuck her ass! one of them cries. Jim pulls his fingers out of my pussy – shllluuuuuuppp – and holds them up to the light spilling in the window from the moon. "Would you like at that," he says, wondrously. All three of us look. The second and third fingers of his left hand are coated in what can only be described as a goopy, egg-white substance. It's thick, much thicker than water – though that doesn't stop a steady drip, drip, drip from rolling off his fingertips and landing on my exposed breasts. A moist, earthy fragrance fills the car. I know that substance. That can only mean – "That probably means she's ovulating," says Rachel, in awe at the amount of moisture. Jim nods. He pulls apart his fingers, and watches the goop stretch to fill the gap. "So she's fertile." "Yep. Looks like we really hit the jackpot." Rachel pauses for a moment. I realize suddenly that she's only driving with one hand, and I wonder fleetingly where the other hand is. "Wouldn't it be sexy if we knocked her up tonight?" "Mmm. Yeah." "God, I'd love that. I'd love to watch up close. Yeah, that would be so hot – holding and kissing your balls while I watch you fuck Juliet's pussy and get her pregnant? Man, can you imagine? I wanna do it, Jim. Let's fuck her and knock her up tonight." Again, no hint of asking for permission. I could just as well not be here. "I'm game if you are," says Jim, wiping the slick, dripping fingers off on my nipple until it looks like a glazed doughnut. He stares at my boob for a moment. "Hey Rache – can you just picture how much fun it would be to suck milk out of these titties?" "Ooooooh," moans my best friend. "Yeah, I wanna nurse on Juliet's tits. Let's get those boobs big and milky tonight." Her husband leans over to my nipple, inhales the fragrance for a moment, and then slurps the clear, cloudy mass of my pussy juices from my tit. "Mmm-mmm, dee-licious," he says. "Hey, no fair!" cries Rachel. "I was supposed to be the first one to taste her pussy, remember?" "Sorry, baby, I couldn't help it. She's so wet and so sweet." "Yeah?" I can hear another soft wet squelching noise coming from the front seat. Rachel must be fondling her pussy after all. "Yeah," says Jim. "Tell you what..." And then his hand is back under my skirt and inside my panties again in a flash. The same two fingers dig deep into my honey pot as I moan uncontrollably. When they emerge, Jim's fingers are even slicker and gooier than before. "I'll let you be the first one to taste her ass." Rachel, smiling: "Groooss! You really think I'd lick her ass?" Jim leans forward, holding up his cunt juice-slathered fingers like a trophy. "Oh, I absolutely know you would." He offers the fingers to his wife, and she takes them into her mouth and nurses on them with a long, low moan. "Don't be coy, Rache. You know you want to bury your tongue in that tight asshole as much as I do. I want to suck your cum out of Juliet's ass – isn't that what you told me the other day?" I wonder if I'm having some kind of hallucinogenic dream. My best friend is smacking her lips and swallowing down my pussy juices while her husband talks about rimming me. She's planning on sucking her husband's balls while he fucks me and knocks me up. I look out the side window. The kids in the pickup truck are still there. In fact, one of them is leaning way out the side, aiming something silvery at me. There's a flash, and I suddenly realize, oh God, he's got a digital camera. I wonder how long they've been taking pictures? Then Jim is back, and he's gotten even more aggressive. He leans in and gives me a huge French kiss, which I return eagerly, tasting the remnants of my cunt on his tongue. And while he does that, he's busy stripping me down completely. The blouse gets tossed in the front seat, along with my skirt. Jim reaches around and unhooks my bra in one deft motion, then fiercely yanks my panties down and off. The panties are as wet as a dishrag. My God, I'm completely naked in the back seat of Jim and Rachel's car. Jim pulls away from the kiss and smirks. Then he wads up the bra and panties, opens the passenger window, and throws them out into the highway. I hear a sudden swerve from the pickup truck that's been following alongside us as the teenagers screech to a halt. They're stopping to take my underwear. If I thought Jim was aggressive before, that's nothing compared to what he's doing now. He's an absolute animal, and I'm loving it. He's mauling and groping my tits, kissing me savagely, and pounding my pussy with two – no, three – fingers while occasionally strumming my clit with his thumb. I'm whimpering. My cunt is a swamp now. Rachel starts talking from the front seat. There's no question that she's feverishly masturbating while she drives. "Go ahead, Jim," she says. "Get her wet for us. Open that pussy up. We're finally gonna fuck Juliet tonight when we get home. We're gonna fuck her all night. I'm gonna take that big, thick cock of yours and I'm gonna spread open her cunt and I'm gonna pull you right inside of her. Then I'm gonna lick and suck and fondle your balls and your ass and watch you cum inside of her and knock her up. We're going to fill that pussy with your hot cum and then I'm going to pull your cock out and lick you clean." Jim's working me over like a pro. He's being aggressive, but he's being controlled too. He's pumping those fingers inside my cunt and sucking on my tits, but he's keeping it slow enough that I can't cum. Oh God... is he going to keep me in suspense for the rest of the way home? Rachel's not done. "After that, I'm gonna go to work on Juliet with my strap-on. I'm going to fuck her hard with that big black dick until she screams. I'm gonna suck on those tits. And then I'm going to flip her over and we're going to DP her, Jim. I'm gonna pull her pussy down onto your cock. I'm gonna push her down. I'm gonna shove that strap-on into her ass as far as it'll go while you fuck her pussy. We're going to fuck this bitch. We're going to fuck her until she can't even walk straight." The fingers are pounding in and out of my cunt like pistons. My clit is absolutely throbbing, and there's pussy juice dripping all the way to my knees and all over the back seat. "Juliet's going to be ours from now on, Jim. We're going to knock her up and keep her knocked up until her tits get big and milky. Then we're going to suck on those milking tits every day. I'm going to climb on her face and force her to eat my cunt and my ass while you fuck her. We're going to blindfold her and tie her to the bed and then invite all of your football buddies over to pull a train on her. We're going to have ten, twelve guys fucking her all night in every hole until the cum's running all down her ass and down her thighs and out her nose..." And then suddenly the car swerves. Rachel brakes hard, and we come to a stop. I can't tell if we've pulled over into a rest stop or just pulled into the weeds at the side of the highway. She gets out, runs to the passenger side and opens the door. Jim scoots aside. I've got half a second to register the insanely lustful face on Rachel and then she's on me. She grabs me by the tits and slams me down onto my back. Then she kneels on the ground, takes a firm grip on my ass, and buries her face in my cunt. Rachel devours my pussy. She eats, she sucks, she bites, she slurps, she wallows her face in my cunt. I cum and cum and cum. Rachel hauls Jim's cock out of his jeans. It's absolutely enormous and almost as thick as my cell phone, I've never taken anything that big before. But before I can really say anything, he's in me. No hint of a condom. Rachel is pulling at my cunt lips, grabbing his ass, tugging until he's in me balls-deep. Then Jim's fucking me roughly with six-inch strokes. His wife gets behind him and starts sucking at his balls while he fucks me. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" she cries. "Knock me up! Knock me up! Knock me up!" I cry. He does. There's silence for a moment. I can hear the sound of traffic and realize that we didn't find a rest stop after all. Cars are driving by just fifteen, twenty feet away while my best friend's husband pumps an enormous load of semen into me. He's so deep that he's unloading right at the entrance to my cervix. Jim, Rachel and I all sigh, and then sit quietly for a few minutes as I soak in Jim's adulterous cum. Finally Jim pulls out of my pussy, taking care to wipe all the excess sperm off on my cunt lips. Rachel beams at me. Then she leans in, takes hold of my legs, and pushes them up. Way up, until my knees are almost at my ears and my heels are on the ceiling of the car. Feminine fingers pry open the cheeks of my ass, and I feel a long, wet tongue slide into the tight hole. Rachel's tongue probes my ass in a long, wet, sensual French kiss. Then she pulls out and gives my cum-soaked pussy a quick peck. "Come on," she says to Jim. "Let's get home already. Juliet's got a long night ahead of her." The Ride Home Warning: This story has man on man, non consensual sex. If this offends you, please stop now and do NOT read further. * The ride home always seems to go by quicker than the ride there. I was 8 hours into my trip home from my grandfather's funeral. I had decided to drive, feeling a road trip would be a good idea in order to be alone with my thoughts and to save money on air fare. I left my wife and kids at home, planning on making the quick trip alone with more ease. It was always good to see family, even in such a sad time....But the time was short and I had to return home. I had remained there for only 2 days before leaving, to embark on the 12 hour drive back to my wife and children. It was a hot and humid summer, and I was thankful for the air conditioner in my car. I was also thankful that my car had good gas mileage, but alas, even hybrids needed gas eventually. The gas station I pulled into was the lone building on a desolate stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. There was a single island of 2 pumps. I chuckled to myself when my tires ran over the cable that alerted my presence with the ring of a bell. I didn't realize that there were still full service gas stations in existence. When the attendant came out, I didn't give him much of a glance. I asked first for him to fill the tank, and then asked where the men's room was. It had been 8 hours and a lot of water ago since I'd pissed last. The restroom was in the open service bay, which housed an old station wagon. Judging by the dust on the wagon, I doubted it was in for repairs, and was more than likely the attendant's personal vehicle. The single restroom was in the back of the very dirty and cluttered garage. The relief of finally pissing was so great that I barely noticed the stained toilet and lack of toilet tissue or paper towels. There was no lock on the door, but since I was presumably the only person there, besides the attendant, I wasn't terribly concerned about that...So imagine my surprise that as I was relieving myself, I heard the knob turn and the hinges squeak as the door was slowly pushed open. Being caught literally with my pants down and in mid-stream, my head whipped around quickly, wondering WHY the attendant felt the need to disturb me. I blinked in confusion, as the attendant stood there watching me piss while holding a gun...Which was aimed at me. I immediately raised my hands in the air; My pants still lowered to my hips, my dick hanging out, dribbling the last few drops of piss, which now landed in my underwear. I didn't know what to say or do at first, and then I realized that this was probably a robbery. I stammered to the man that I didn't have much cash on me, but that he was welcome to whatever was in my wallet. When he laughed at my statement, it was then that I paid a bit more attention to his appearance. He was a big man...Bigger than myself. Taller by at least 3 inches and heavier by at least 30 lbs. A grease-stained cap covered most of his grease-laden hair...Clumps of the dirty hair hung limply to his shoulders. He wore typical mechanic's coveralls, also stained with grease. His face was fairly non-descript, with the exception of the decayed teeth that made up his smile...A smile which showed need...A need of which I was still ignorant to. He laughed and told me he wasn't interested in my money, but that I had plenty to offer him, none the less. I was confused and slowly lowered my hands to pull my pants back up and tuck my dick away, but he quickly waved the gun at me, implying to keep my hands in the air and my pants right where they were...He then beckoned me to step forward into the garage as he backed up. I stepped forward, trying to swallow the fear, still unsure of what he wanted. I babbled more about giving him money, perhaps even my credit cards and PINs. He ignored me, opening the dilapidated station wagon door and motioning me to climb into the spacious back seat. I arched my brows, questioning again...He waved his gun toward the interior of the wagon and yelled at me to get in and do exactly what he said and I wouldn't get hurt. At this point I was terrified for my life. I reasoned with myself that if I did everything he asked, I would be ok. At this point everything began to move in slow motion. I moved toward the car as if to slide in and sit in the back seat, but he grabbed me around the waist with his free hand and spun me to face the car, then pushed me forward to crawl across the wide, bench seat. As I bent to crawl, I suddenly felt his hands at my pants, tugging them down further. It didn't occur to me until later that he had to have put the gun aside by this point, but I was too terrified to realize it at the time. It was also then that I realized what exactly he had in mind. I whimpered in fear and tried to crawl quickly to the other side of the car, which actually assisted him in tugging my pants and underwear to my ankles. He crawled in behind me, pressing himself against me as I tried to press myself against the far door, my fingers clawing desperately at the car's window. I heard the sound of his zipper go down. I turned to see what he was doing, knowing full well but hoping against hope. He was naked beneath the coveralls, and removed his arms from them, letting the garment hang from his hips. He lowered the zipper further, exposing his large, hard cock. I turned back toward the window, crying out and struggling with the handle as if to try and escape. I heard him laugh and shush me. He then backed up slightly, grasping my legs and pulling me toward him, causing me to slide down the door I clung to and across the naugahyde seat towards him. Everything was happening so fast, yet was a blur of slow motion. He rolled me onto my back and tugged my pants and underwear completely free, also removing my socks and shoes. I struggled to roll back over, suddenly more conscious of my exposed cock. He pressed down on my chest, preventing me from rolling. He then slid his hand down my chest and toyed with my limp cock, which caused me to cry out again and try to roll away. I was again prevented from doing so by the pressure of his other hand. The look in his eyes was maniacal, and I felt the sudden urge to piss again, this time from fear. He had been talking to me the whole time, and I hadn't been listening. I couldn't focus on both movement and hearing, but I finally heard what he was saying. He was telling me that he was going to use my holes for his pleasure, and that he was going to make sure that I enjoyed every minute of it. I didn't understand, and while I heard him, I still had trouble processing what he was saying. He began to slide in sideways, gripping his cock in his fist, waving it grotesquely at me. I tried to curl up into a fetal position, shaking my head, but he reached with his other hand and gripped my hair, yanking my head up to face him. I vaguely made out questions he was asking me through the liquid tension I was drowning in. He was asking me if I had ever sucked cock. I shook my head frantically, saying no, I had never done that. Apparently that didn't matter to him. He kept one leg on the car's floor and lifted the other to straddle my chest. He then leaned forward, pressing the tip of his bulbous cock against my lips. I grit my teeth and clamped my lips hard against them, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping that this horrid scenario would all go away. He pressed harder...Sliding the wet tip against my lips, coating them with his fluids. I could smell the strong, musky scent of him; unwashed body and auto grease. I mumbled behind closed lips, trying to turn my face away. My feet kicked and danced on the car seat as I squirmed this way and that. He released my hair and pinched my nose shut. When I gasped for air he pushed his cock into my mouth. Before I could cry out in protest, the sound was cut off by the obstruction of the flesh pressing against my tongue. I look back now and wonder why I didn't try and bite the damned thing off, but at the time, all I could think of was to open wider so that my teeth didn't scrape against it. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes, and I panicked from the sudden inability to breathe, since my throat was blocked. I tried whipping my head from side to side, but he grabbed me by the ears and held my face in place as he crouched over me, slowly sliding his cock back and forth in my mouth. I squirmed and kicked, trying to break free, but unable. He moved his hips faster, then slower...Sliding his cock deep and holding it in until I coughed, gagged and sputtered, then pulling it out, laughing the entire time, telling me the things he was going to do to me, how he was going to use my other hole as well. I retched several times, bringing up water, which further lubricated his cock in my mouth. I tried not to taste him, but was unable to free my tongue from the flavor of his fluids and flesh. When he pressed all the way into me, my nose was forced against him, buried in his pubic hair, which smelled of urine. It seemed to go on for hours; His cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The tears streaming from my eyes. My body twisting and turning, struggling to escape. My arms were trapped at my sides from the way he had me positioned, and could only flail helplessly there. I was suddenly aware of being naked, with the car door at my feet still open. Anyone could walk in and see me this way. They would see me naked on the car seat, suckling the cock of this grease monkey. The shame began to grow. He continued to berate me, calling me terrible things like fuck hole and cock sucker. He told me that he was going to cum in my mouth and then cum in my man cunt. I began to sob around his cock, my cheeks puffing air around his cock with each sob. He talked and talked, telling me horrible things as he pumped and pumped. I sensed a change in his actions...His nasty talk suddenly stopped and he closed his eyes, only grunting now instead of taunting me. He thrust himself faster, and suddenly he was huge in my mouth. Suddenly my mouth was filled with not only his cock, but with a bitter, viscous fluid. I felt it dribble from the corners of my mouth, and my first instinct was to vomit, but he pressed himself deep into my throat again and demanded that I swallow it all. My feet drummed against the seat of the car as I struggled to swallow his filthy mess. He slumped forward slightly and then released my ears, pulling himself from my mouth. I gasped and coughed as my throat was freed, and quickly rolled to my side, spitting and coughing up the remainder of his cum that was in my mouth. My voice was high pitched and shaky as I cried and pleaded for him to let me go, just please let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone. He assured me that I would indeed NOT tell anyone. He moved his leg from over me, allowing me to roll completely on my stomach. I wiped my mouth with my hands and again crawled up the side of the door, trying to claw my way out. He reached around me again, at the hips, pulling me back towards him. One of my hands held onto the door handle. The other reached back, weakly trying to push him away. He easily moved my hand aside and laughed at me before slapping smartly at my ass. I yelped at the harsh sting. He then slid his fingers in my crack and pulled my cheeks open. I cried out at being exposed to him, immediately thinking the worst, but he pressed his face between them and began dabbing at my hole with his tongue. I was unable to move in any direction. I was pressed against the door with his face buried between my cheeks. His tongue dabbed at first, then began to lick more forcefully. My knee slid from the bench seat, and I extended my foot to hold me up. This in turn, held myself open to him and allowed him easier access. His tongue was relentless. I tried to twist my hips to discourage him, but his tongue followed and found my hole each time, as it quivered and tried to clench itself shut to prevent being opened. It was no use. His fingers squeezed my cheeks tighter, pulling them apart further. A single digit strayed, tracing my hole and pushing in. I cried out again as I was invaded. My voice sounded stupid in my own ears as I protested. The finger pushed in further. I tried tucking my hips to escape, but his finger followed, as well as his tongue. I clung to the car door, sobbing and begging him to stop. He pumped his tongue and finger in and out of me, loosening my hole. He eventually reached a spot inside me that caused an involuntary reaction in my body, and to my great shame, my own cock began to swell. I struggled and shifted against him. He stroked that spot inside me, causing me to shudder and press back against him. He added a second finger, stretching me further, filling me fuller. My cries and struggles didn't stop him. I'm sure the motion made by trying to tuck my hips only encouraged him. He continued to taunt me about my nasty, hungry hole, and my hard cock swayed before me as my ass was punished. He slowly withdrew his fingers and I gasped a cry of relief. He then flipped me over on the car seat, and as I looked up at him through the blur of my tears, I saw him wipe his face with the back of his hand and grin at me and pointing at my hard cock, telling me that he knew I would enjoy it. He then reached under my knees and pushed them back, pressing them wide. My hole was open to him, and I had slid against the door, my head angled awkwardly. He gripped his cock, which was hard again, and pressed the tip against my hole. I began to whimper and plead again as he leaned, pushing his cock slowly into my hole, which was slick from his spit. I howled in pain and humiliation as his cock slowly slid in. He took his time, allowing me to stretch to accommodate him. I reached and put a hand on his chest, halfheartedly trying to push him away. My other hand gripped the head rest of the front seat. When he was finally all the way inside me, I was nearly folded in half. My legs were high in the air, spread wide. I was being fucked in the back seat of a car like a girl on prom night. I was full. So terribly full of cock. He leaned forward , his hands on each side of me on the car seat. His face hovered over mine. I could smell his foul breath and see his decayed teeth up close as he leered at me. He leaned further and pressed his lips against mine. I tried to twist away again, and again, unable to. His tongue found its way inside my mouth, and he began to pump inside me in earnest. He fucked me. As he leaned against me, his hairy belly pressed against my cock, causing friction, rubbing it with each thrust. He fucked me. It seemed like hours. I could not quit crying. I could not quit begging. It seemed to only encourage him. He pulled his cock out and turned me over again, pulling me to my knees. He mounted me from behind while I pressed against the car door. He turned me to the side and scissored my legs wide while he half stood/half knelt and fucked me that way. He pulled me nearly out of the car, my ass hanging on the edge as he stood outside of the car and fucked me that way. He never stopped taunting me. He would occasionally reach and tweak my cock, teasing me. He pushed my legs off the seat and slid in, sitting next to me. He then pulled me over, bidding me to get up and straddle his cock. I did everything he said, and I climbed up on him and sat on his cock. He rocked beneath me in that back seat as his cock thrust up inside me. He reached around, jerking me off as he did so. I began to ride and thrust against him, writhing and squirming in his lap as his hand twisted and pumped around my cock. He twisted and turned me this way and that, fucking me in every possible position imaginable. He finally bade me to lay on my back again, and without being told, I put my legs in the air. He laughed at my actions, still constantly taunting me, and impaled me again. I grunted at the invasion and closed my eyes as he commanded me to work his cock with my ass. I was on auto pilot, though I verbally protested, and my hips rocked up and down on the car seat as my asshole gripped and worked his cock. I writhed and thrust, and suddenly the car door at my head was open. My eyes flew open, my hands flew to my face as if to hide, and I gasped, horrified at being caught like this, naked, hard and fucked in the back of a car. The man standing at the other door could have been my rapist's twin brother. He was equally as greasy and foul, and he was waving his exposed cock over my face, making comments about a spit roast. Where he came from, I have no idea. My hips never stopped their motion. I twisted my upper body slightly, angling my head up, my lips seeking out the other man's cock. I couldn't seem to suck his cock into my throat deep enough. I was hungry for that dirty, disgusting flesh. My whorish legs were still held wide open as the man kneeled on the seat between them, perfectly still, while I did all the work, rocking my hips, my hungry hole gripping open and shut on his cock. The man who's cock was in my mouth didn't move either. Both assailants remained perfectly still as they traded quips about my whorish ways. I squirmed. I writhed. I twisted and turned. My cock waved and slapped against me with the constant gyration, and I finally came, spewing cum all over my chest and belly. They forced me to service them both this way until they both came inside me. Well, forced isn't really the right word. I knew what I was expected to do, and I did it. I milked them both and took their cum. I finally drove away from that gas station, many hours later. My tank was full of gas. My belly and ass were full of cum. It dripped from inside me, soaking my underwear. I drove home in a haze. I don't remember what excuse I gave my wife when I got home. I don't know what she thought. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. I smelled of sex, grease and body odor. I was jumpy and shaking. She's never mentioned a thing about it...And neither have I. The Ride Home He pushed the head of the vacuum across the dirty floor. It was wood; there were lots of cracks for dirt to get in. Better yet, it was hardwood, nearing two hundred years old. Continuing to slide the vacuum against the floor, but his mind was still back at hardwood. All this square footage, getting its nightly intimate rub down, Derik was jealous. On top of still having half the store to clean, it had been a long day in general. First, there were two rushes, instead of the typical one. They had just caught their breath when forced to hold it for another two hours straight. Long hours, yes, but the tips reflected the night for once! Derik had been lucky enough to have great company for the night, however busy it was. Kendall was sweet, and petite. She had come from a bartending job in town and knew how to get it done. We had slopped sandwiches side by side while swapping scandalous jokes about this customer and that. She was cleaning in the kitchen while Derik made his rounds. He heard the dishes being washed back in the sink, but saw that Kendall had dodged the job for the time being and was intensely cleaning the industrial sized meat slicer, facing away. Derik pushed the vacuum a little closer to the front counter so he could get a better look down into the kitchen. There she was, up on her tiptoes, wearing cute flats; now stretched to their lengthiest. He stopped moving to fully appreciate her ass as her tight jeans pulled the fabric taut. The pale denim creased sharply, extending like the holy cross from its center. She leaned over the machine, bending her back away from Derik. Kendall's shirt was pulled up and Derik could see some frill of otherwise concealed panties. His pulse was quickening, but he didn't feel it in his neck. He quickly re-assumed his vacuum position as Kendall turned back to face his direction. She looked up quick enough to see Derik still looking at her, but he had been quick enough to divert his gaze from her ass, where he was hoping to gander a minute bounce of her cheeks, and was looking her in the eye. Playing it off, Derik flashed his wide, honest smile and looked back at the floor. He glanced backed at Kendall a moment later and she was working at the slicer again. The length in his pants never really abated as Derik finished the floor, his last duty, and looked around for last call type things to do. He was neatening around the register at the front counter when Kendall came up to him. "Hey Derik, can I ask you a *really* big favor?" She looked up at him; at least a foot shorter, her big green eyes opened up and took all of Derik's sovereignty in one fell swoops. Of course he would do her a favor, he would do anything for a woman of her stature. He suppressed his rampant desires to explore fantasies of his hands around her waist. "I'll see what I can do." He gave her a cocky smirk, contrary to any true feeling in his body. "What kind of a favor needs doing?" His smirk settled into an empathetic and curious casting of the eyes; trying desperately not to stare down Kendall's blouse for the duration of their exchange. Kendall's hands went behind her, one holding the other, and she swayed back and forth a little while continuing her mesmerizing gaze of, "please." "Could you give me a ride home?" Derik's heart stopped. "My cars in the shop..." Her voice trailed into a question after her unnecessary explanation. "And I think I'm on your way home? I'm on Cedar Brook." It was on his way indeed, but that was a detail he could really care less about. Derik paused, feigning a decision before him, when really he was trying to remember how clean his truck was, and if he needed to pop out and purge super quick before this all went down. He was taking a heavenly being home; he could by no means subject her to the occasionally septic conditions of his passenger seat. "Sure, I can do that." Some force inside him allowed his cool countenance to remain as he scrambled desperately for clever things to say. "Just let me know when you need to head out, I'm finishing a few things up on my end and should be good to go about whenever." He smiled broad. Kendall smiled back and thanked him profusely. Her exhilaration soon dissipated and she went back to her tedious work of rendering the kitchen sanitary, or as close as she could get, while Derik made a beeline for the back storage room to grab a trash bag. He was out the door a second later, and a plump bag of refuse expediently found its way into the garbage bin beside the parking lot. Whew! When he got back into the store, Kendall was still busy, but looked near the end of the standard nightly routine. He piddled around until she came up from behind and gave him a confident poke in the back. "Hey Hun. I'm ready to go!" She had a charming smile as Derik turned and got out of his chair. He finished folding the last few towels on the table in front of him, and took the pile to the kitchen; ready to be soiled again. Grabbing his jacket, the two made a break for the back door. Stepping in front of Kendall as they approached, he opened the it for her, garnering an appreciative and slightly embarrassed expression as she passed through the threshold. Seeing the opportunity for a strategic tease with her embellished embarrassment; Derik struck. "I missed the threshold, but I can still carry you to the truck; if you wanted." He raised an eyebrow mischievously, and smiled excitedly, his lips parting and teeth flashing. He waited for her response, curious. "Maybe not this time Derik. " She paused and reflected his countenance to perfection, "But you never know." It was enough to give Derik's demeanor the fuel it needed to continue the strenuous critique his manhood was putting him under this glorious night. Derik shrugged indifferently, but had gotten more of a response, and far more favorable of a response than he had expected. They sauntered across the small parking lot and again, Derik opened the door for his charge. "Up you go, Ma'am." It looked like Kendall blushed lightly with the comment; she was four years his senior, being twenty-five; but it was also dark. He carefully closed her door once he was one hundred percent sure, three times over, that Kendall was clear of any pain causing scenarios. Derik crossed in front of his vehicle and hopped in the driver's seat. They were quiet as Derik quickly located his keys and turned on his aging white Xterra. The engine gave a meek roar as it came alive and the heat blowers started blowing out chilled air. The commotion caused by the cold air startling both of them eased the tension for Derik, and he was able to proceed with his task confidently. In gear, and backing up, Derik turned and put his right hand on the shoulder of Kendall's seat and noted her reaction. As he was staring at her, his arm lusting to be closer to her being, wanting to brush her hair to the side and make love to her neck. He saw Kendall's head turn slightly toward him and felt her eyes on his arm, the lust she exuded was almost palpable, but still far to muddled for Derik to act on impulsively. He finished backing up and going just a few yards, turned down the road they both lived off of. Their conversation mostly centered on work and the day they had just dominated with their joint enthusiasm. Derik was relieved the ride was going smoothly, despite the numerous curves between the store and home. He knew his time with Kendall was drawing to a close as he pulled up her driveway. For what it had been, Derik had greatly enjoyed it. "So, you wanna come in for a bit?" Derik's heart stopped again. Come in? COME IN!? Holy shit; yes! Yes he would like to come in. How many times can he come in? Just this once? Twice? Maybe make it a trilogy? Aww shit, it will hold its place among his precious memories by just sitting on her couch, fuck the rest. Fuck? Oh my gosh... "I'd love to!" His voice was a smidge giddy, betraying the lack of oxygen in his body. He shifted to Park and discretely took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. Come in?! Oh golly... The got out, and started down the path to Kendall's door. Derik wanted so bad to put his arm around her as they walked, but instead followed semi-awkwardly behind until they were there. Derik's composure was dwindling, but the hormones slowly filling his veins powered him forward. Kendall turned her key and simultaneously apologized for any mess inside. Derik assured her that his place was far worse, but would take her words into consideration; a wink following with the last bit. She pushed the door open and walked through; warm air greeted Derik as he followed a step behind. Derik tossed off his jacket, and was again in his simple political tee and faded jeans, with black leather chucks. He saw Kendall take off her shoes, so he followed suite; grateful he had chosen to wear socks that morning, and adornment that was often overlooked. He size thirteen Chuck Taylor's nearly swallowed her tiny shoes; they would have easily fit inside them. The observation got them both chuckling, and Derik sighed inwardly, as the situation was still relaxed. Kendall invited him into what was obviously her living room. The four walls were adorned with various eastern looking tapestries, and had several notable talents hanging among and between them. The couch faced the back wall, opposite a modest flat screen TV with an appreciatably larger sound system. A big comfy looking chair with a foldout footstool was stage left, opposite the door, and a bookshelf slash movie shelf on the far right wall. Derik was glad to see she had at least as many books as she did movies. He had nothing against movies, in fact, he watched waay too many. He just likes a girl that is well read. Kendall gestured into the room. "Make yourself at home. I'm going to go get out of this." She made a wretched face and moved her hands over her body like she had the willies. As Derik's eyes followed her hands, he didn't notice her watching his blatant voyeur. He caught on, and was very quickly blushed. "Be right back." She relieved his panic with a devious smile, spun and left the room. Derik's hand found its way intuitively to his crotch the moment Kendall had left his line of sight. He gave himself a firm squeeze that lasted a good several seconds, then let go, hoping for some miracle of catharsis to relieve his boner, because his cock was on par with the floor he was cleaning earlier, and there was a sexy something else in the other room far more alluring than a vacuum at its most ludicrous best. Derik looked at the couch. Oh what to do, where to sit? Definitely not the armchair; hmm, middle right-ish looks good. There was an impression on the far right cushion, and he hoped it was her ass and not a dog or cat's. He sat down and waited. Derik had learned long ago when there are more than three remotes present, which there were, always wait for the primary viewer, else find yourself, and your friend frustrated and in an agony... Derik got ahold of himself. He leaned into the soft cushions and closed his eyes to take advantage of his solidarity, with absolutely no idea of what to expect from Kendall. They had worked together for a couple months, having had a chance encounter a month or so prior to her starting that was semi-sexually charged. There was no boyfriend. They were always innocently flirting with each other at the store, but everyone there did that, more or less. There were footsteps getting louder by the moment. He took a deep deep breath, both preparing for wondrous things, and also accepting nothing was going to happen. Eyes open, Kendal walked through the doorway. They both smiled at each other and Derik kept eye contact for long enough of a moment to unconsciously bite his lower lip. His eyes lowered drowsily; she wasn't dressed, "sexily," but she was, incredibly so. Her hair was down, contrary to being pulled back at work. Curly dirty, dirty blonde, fucking adorable; it was cut midway to her shoulders. From there, a white, worn girl's tee covered her thin torso. It was apparent she was without bra, despite the warmth of the little apartment bearing down on them both. The tee didn't quite cover her navel; it sort of depended on where she was in stride. Standing still, it was covered, anything else, and it showed. There was a less-than modest gap between her tee shirt and the dark blue, cotton athletic shorts riding her cozy center. She had rolled them up at the waistband, so he knew she knew he could see what he could see; the lightest impression of camel toe. Her legs took it near to the toes; smooth skin, naturally tanned from the passing summer. Following her legs nearly made Derik jerk, he flushed a deep red. She had on thick soft socks, multiple colors and shades. Cute; cute like the rest of her heavenly sadistic tight petite delectable body. Derik again took a very deep breath and held it for a second as Kendall walked in front of him, coming around to the right side of the sofa. Score. His head cocked to the side and followed her center of gravity as it curved around, straightening back up quickly before she caught him; not that he really cared at his point. Kendall split the difference between him and the arm of the couch, plopping down very casually. Derik noticed her nipples were definitely hard; he was sweating. "Do you want to watch a movie?" She looked over at him as she pulled her feet up onto the edge of the couch. Derik was stuck; mentally, physically; he was in overload. He was looking at Kendall's face, but it was clear in his peripherals what joyous fruits were so tightly stretched upon by slick polyester and tugged at further by her cotton pants; which had ridden up so he could make out the entire valley of her nether region, without looking. His right hand kind of spasmed; it reached out to his knee impulsively. Seeking balance and safety. "Yeah, I could dig that." She glanced toward the bookshelf and Derik seized the moment. His eyes reached out like a banker for gold bullion. Taking hold of the narrow strip of fabric covering her pussy from his wonton eyes and ripping it away with his mind. God; tasting that nectar which flows from within, making her rock with ecstasy as his tongue ground against her clit; his eyes rose to meet hers as she turned back to him. "What do you wanna watch?" Derik said he was up for anything, but at Kendall's behest he got up to pick something out. He found it funny; just moments before he had agreed with himself that he was determined to make her choose, so he could veg out on her ass for a minute or two. He wasn't too disappointed though, still in the afterglow of what he then considered the peak potential of masturbatory material in his lifetime. He had just witnessed a moment that would live in him for over seventy years. It was hard for Derik to shift his massive hard-on to a more incognito position. There, instead of a bulge two inches deep going horizontal, it went vertical! There we go, far more inconspicuous! He stood up and his cock almost came out his waistband. It didn't help that his head had found its way under his leather belt, which both reinforced and showed off the raging erection, pulling it a good inch away from his body. Derik's shirt wasn't very long either. Fuck it. He stood up straight and let the hormones that were at also at peak levels do their work. Instead of going around the table, Derik moved to squeeze between Kendall, folded into her spot, and the table in front of the couch. It wasn't much of a squeeze, but afforded Derik the opportunity to have his cock directly in front of Kendall's eyes. "What are *you* in the mood for?" He started looking at the bookcase during the pause before Kendall's answer; surveying the many options. "Hmm... How about something steamy?" Derik literally gasped. It was embarrassing. He played it off with an awkward cough, furthering the embarrassment. "Uh... okay... Hmm, steamy?" His eyes scanned the many titles but it was all a blur. Kendall soon started to pick up on this and intent on snapping Derik out of his reverie, stood up beside him at the movies. Derik kinda looked over at her, both confused and wonder-struck. It was elementary, but he was acting on sub-primal instinct at the moment, so all things considered, our boy had just recited a poem by Lord Byron. Kendall was amused with his behavior, and was getting turned on by it. She knew full well why Derik was suddenly an idiot. She had done it on purpose. The poor thing froze like the tin man when her legs came up, so she felt a sense of responsibility to guide him back to his seat with a steamy movie starting to play. Choosing to be silly, but also putting a key piece of the night into play; Kendall suggested a movie. "How about Volcano's, by the Discovery Channel?!" She looked over to watch Derik's rampant confusion. However, inside, he knew exactly what she was up to, and he very much liked it. Documentary. SEX! "Steamy!" He laughed and reassumed his sensible way, getting a jumpstart from within. Derik sat back down on the sofa, this time closer to the arm than he had before. Kendall went to the TV with the movie and bent down, at the knees ::sigh::, to put in the disc. Stopping mid sigh, Derik saw she was still wearing the same pair of scanties from earlier. His breathing became slow and regular. Kendall joined him on the couch, taking a spot in the corner, furthest from Derik; throwing him into a mini panic. He was instantly relieved when she lifted her legs to the sofa once again. She held them in the air and looked at Derik. "May I?" Her eyes gestured at his lap. This wasn't helping his penis get aaany smaller. Derik nodded his approval, and her calves came down on his thighs as her ass pushed into his leg. She was squishing against him far more than necessary. It was all Derik could do not bust a load right then and there. Sheepishly, Derik half-glanced over at Kendall, and saw her concentrating on getting the TV on and the DVD playing, juggling the remotes with skill and precision. He played it cool, as cool as he could for the time being. Kendall relaxed into the sofa and commented on how volcanoes just blow her away, and shortly thereafter how hot it must be in the center; holding herself dramatically as she said it. Kendall was pining now. Derik could feel it. *She* was wanting him; and getting closer to needing him by the heartbeat. Derik expressed his fascination as well, which was honest, as volcanoes had captivated him his entire life. Dude, it's like the earth reproducing. Think about it. Volcano, boom! Magma shoots into the air, creating life against the surface's hold. Lava flows, cools, and becomes land. Land reigns for a time, but eventually gets covered, pushed back down below the surface, and winds up full circle, coming out of a volcano again. Groovy, man! The narrator droned on for a few minutes while the pair rested in relative silence. Derik felt it was time. It either happened now, or he had blown it... a different kind of blow, you. Her legs weren't fully perpendicular to his body; her ass was closer to his ass than her feet were. His right arm had been close to his crotch, trying to conceal the apparent monolith below. His left hand lay beside his right, needed. Raising his left hand in a loose and inquisitive way, Derik slowly moved it closer to the exposed thigh resting hard against his. Kendall's gaze instantly shifted to his hand, and she made no move to stop him. Frankly, she was curious was the kid could do, and super hot to find out. He was a stud; tall, dark and handsome. She regularly noted the bulge within Derik's shorts or jeans, consistently enough to know it wasn't him being hard, else poor him. Thinking about how much it had grown got her flowing profusely. The Ride Home Okay, cool. It'll be fun to see you again! See you in the morning. –Megan Scott closed the message and smiled. Megan was asking if he was going to their mutual friend's birthday celebration the next day. The plan was to head down to the river, rent a bunch of tubes and float the river... and to drink as much beer as they could during the 4 to 5 hours it takes to get to the pick up spot. Scott and Megan have been friends for a long time, but didn't see much of each other. Two weeks ago at another friend's party was the first time they'd seen each other in a couple of years, actually. They really hit it off, spending a good deal of time just talking to each other, laughing, a little flirting and catching up. When her friends pulled her away, saying it was time to go, they both expressed their disappointment. There was an unspoken sexual tension that built up during that short time at the party and neither of them had a chance to act on it. Megan found him on Facebook two days later and they sent a few messages back and forth, but it was just the standard, "hey, it was great to see you, let's not let another year or so go by before seeing each other again" type emails. But when they both got the invite to hang out on the river for their friend's birthday, they were quick to confirm with one another that the other was going to be there. The next morning, Scott drove into the birthday girl, Katie's apartment complex where they were all meeting. They all pitched in to rent one of those big 15 passenger vans so that they didn't have to drive 5 different cars. The spot on the river they were going to was about a 45 minute drive away, so it made sense to all pile into one van together. As he was pulling into a parking spot, Scott saw Megan near the van, looking really good in a tank top and short shorts. She was a super cute brunette, about 5,4... shoulder length hair, amazing legs and ass and probably a C or a D cup. Scott turned off his car and smiled while he gathered his things and thought about how great it will be to see her in a bikini. "Hey you! I was wondering when you were gonna show up", Megan said when she saw Scott walking up towards the van. "Hi". Scott looked around, waved and smiled at some of the others. "Heh, Sorry... but it looks like I'm not the only one running a little late", said Scott after seeing only about 9 or 10 people. "Scott! You're here! Yay!" yelled Katie as she ran over and hugged him. "Of course... Wouldn't miss it. Happy Birthday Katie. ...who are we missing?" "Well, we're just waiting on a couple more... and that looks like them right now", said Katie, pointing to a car driving up. "Nate and like four or five other people who are coming are too hung-over, going to get breakfast, blah blah blah, some bullshit. I think they just don't want to ride with us. So they're gonna meet us there." "Haha, I'm sure Scott won't mind the extra room in the van", chimed in Megan. "More room to stretch out." Scott definitely didn't mind. He's six foot three and any extra room in the van would be very welcomed. It's cramped enough as it is, but when it's full with 15 people there really isn't any room to move. It was time to go, so they all climbed into the van. Scott got in with Megan following right after, making sure she got a seat next to him. And they were off. Scott and Megan picked things up right where they left them at the party a couple weeks before. Flirting, joking, making each other laugh. It was just the two of them on their row in the van, but still they sat close enough to where their legs were touching. Scott could hardly keep his eyes off her sexy legs and while she didn't say anything, he could tell she was loving it. "We're getting pretty close... I'm gonna go ahead and start putting on some sun screen," said Megan, as she looked Scott in the eyes and then unbuttoned and unzipped the tiny shorts she was wearing. She raised her hips off the seat and slid the shorts off. Then she put sun screen on her legs and started rubbing them up and down, working it in. "Good idea, I want to get in the water as soon as possible, not waste any time. It's fucking hot out there," Said Scott, taking off his shirt while watching Megan out of the corner of his eyes. Talking to and flirting with this beautiful girl for the last 30 – 40 minutes had him on the verge of being very aroused, but once she took those shorts off and he got a look at her bikini bottom... there was no chance of keeping his dick under control... he instantly started getting a hard on. He saw Megan checking him out while he took his shirt off. He isn't ripped, but definitely muscular and toned. He could tell she liked what she saw. He also saw her eyes move down to his crotch where at this point it was impossible to hide the growing bulge in his swim trunks. She looked away quickly, but not before Scott saw the redness in her cheeks. Then she turned back and said, "You're right. You do need to get into that cold water right away." And then squirted sun screen on his chest and laughed. Next she pulled her tank top up and off of her body to reveal the rest of the amazing white bikini she was wearing that went so well with her tanned skin and dark brown hair. After rubbing the lotion all over her stomach, shoulders, on top of and between her breasts, all while Scott was pretending not to watch... she turned her back to him, looked over her shoulder back at him, raised her eyebrows and held out the sun screen bottle for him to take. They got to the river, met Nate and the others, rented the tubes, bought ice for the beer and got ready to go. Everyone put their clothes, phones, wallets and purses into Nate's car because it actually had an alarm and door locks that all worked, unlike the van. Finally it was time to hit the river and start drinking. Scott and Megan spent the next 4 hours close, but not too close to the rest of the group as they floated down stream. They talked about their lives, their recent break ups, the future, etc. They had their fair share of the alcohol, but not nearly as much as the rest of the group, who had become much more drunk and rowdy near the end of the float. Everyone was having a great time, being loud, being happy, etc. up until the end of the float and the tube rental place had driven them back around to the van and car. Then the mood changed quickly. "Fuck!" Shouted Nate. "Fuckity fuck, where are my keys? ...anyone seen them? This is not good, man. Where the fuck are my keys!?" Nobody knew, nobody had seen them. They all just figure Nate had them and there was nothing to worry about. But now they had to figure out where they were... if they were locked in his car or if they were being dragged across the bottom of the river by the current. It was definitely a mood killer. A big group of people who just spent the day outside, in the heat, drinking tons of beer... was now a very tired group of people who were not wanting to deal with this. After a lot of arguing, moaning and whining, it was agreed that Nate would stay behind and wait for a locksmith, since it was his fault and his car... while everyone else would pile into the van and get going. Once again, Megan was right behind Scott as he got in. Since they were the first ones getting into the van this time, they headed for the last row and sat in the back corner of the van. As people took their seats and the van filled up they soon realized they had one person too many. The 4 people who rode with Nate on the way up were now getting into the van with the rest of them and the van was one seat short. Everyone sort of looked around, silently wondering what to do, silently thinking about who was going to have to stay behind with Nate, and then Megan spoke up. "Well... I could, uh... I mean... if it's okay with you, Scott, I could sit on your lap to make room?" She said with a question mark in her face. Someone agreed, "yeah, do that... let's get going". Not that he would have objected to the beautiful Megan sitting in his lap, but before Scott could say anything the last person was heading back towards the back row, the others were moving over to make room and Megan had lifted her fine ass off the seat and was aiming it for a landing in Scott's lap. Scott put his hands on her hips to help ease her down. "Careful" "hehe. You be careful, mister." She said as she came to rest on his lap, immediately feeling something other than his two legs. Because they couldn't get into Nate's car, she was still just wearing her bikini top and bottom, and Scott still with no shirt. After about ten minutes on the highway, the two looked around and just about everybody was passed out and sleeping except for a couple of people on the first row in the van. Scott hadn't had much time to adjust before Megan had sat herself into his lap, so instead of his dick being down between his legs, it was pointing upwards and sort of pinned between his stomach and Megan's ass. And by this time he had a full on erection... there was no disguising it. Neither of them had said anything about it, but it was obvious that it was all they were thinking about. Being a little tired themselves they actually hadn't said much at all since starting the trip back. Finally, Megan leaned back, resting her back on Scott's chest, and turned her head to his ear. "So, um... is that the sun screen bottle in your pocket... or do you have a really big dick?" She whispered. "Well... I think I see the sun screen up there," Scott said, pointing out the bottle that was on the dash board up front. "So what does that tell you?" He smiled. Megan smiled back. "That tells me I'm sitting on your dick, hehe. This can't be comfortable for you." "Yeah, I wasn't going to say anything yet, but would you mind lifting up for a second so I can uh... adjust" said Scott. "I hate to give up such a great seat," Megan said as she smiled and grinded her ass up and down on Scott's dick a couple of times. "But sure, if it makes you feel better." She lifted her ass off his lap and Scott quickly pushed his dick down the other way. Megan returned her ass to his lap and then looked down between her legs. What she saw was a big, long outline of Scott's cock going down the right leg of his shorts. "Oh my... that's... impressive." Megan said, and then she leaned back against Scott's chest again, giving him a full view of her chest, stomach, crotch and legs. "So uh... what is it that's got you so excited, huh mister?" "Oh I don't know... It could have something to do with the amazing girl I've been talking to all day. You know... the one with the perfect ass, whom is now sitting in my lap, half naked" replied Scott "You like my ass a lot huh? I saw you checking it out quit a bit. And what do you think about these?" Megan asked as she took his hands, brought them up and put them right on her tits. "These are amazing... I've been thinking about doing this all day" Scott said as he massaged her tits. While he did this, Megan reached down and began massage and sliding her hand up and down Scott's dick from outside of his shorts. "It's really too bad we can't take your big cock out and have some fun right now." They both smiled and quietly laughed, and from the look in each other's eyes they could see that they were both suddenly considering doing what she just suggested. They looked around again. The only people who were awake was the driver, the person in the passenger's seat and Katie, who was on the first row in the van, talking to the other two. They were caught up in their own conversation and probably thought everyone else was sleeping. Aside from Scott and Megan, everyone else was. Next to them on the same row there were 2 girls and a guy. Scott snapped his fingers in front of their faces and they had no reaction. Megan looked him, smiled and whispered, "Are we about to do what I think we're going to do?" Scott just smiled back, and then he lifted hips, raising his butt of the seat, bringing Megan into the air with him. In a quick, fluid motion he pulled his shorts off his hips down towards his knees. Finally free, his big 8 inch cock sprang out and smacked against Megan's lower stomach. "Ohhh my god", gasped Megan, "that is... one big, beautiful cock" and instantly wrapped her hand around it and began working it up and down his long shaft. "Damn." Scott slid one of his hands down her stomach and into her bikini bottom and started rubbing her already dripping wet pussy. She turned and kissed him deeply, still stroking the massive dick that was sticking out from between her legs. "Are you ready?" asked Scott "uh huh" was all Megan could say. She raised her hips until her crotch was hovering above the big head of Scott's dick. She reached down and pulled the bikini to the side, then grabbed his cock and guided the tip into her pussy. She had to stop there and bite her lip and do her best to stay quiet. "Ohhhh gooood" She turned to whisper towards Scott, with a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Then began sliding down further onto his cock, inch by inch until he was completely inside. Scott put his hands on her hips to help her move up and down, but she stopped him at first. "mmm hang on. I just want to stay like this for a second. You feel so fucking good inside me" said Megan. She reached down and began massaging his balls, then slowly started circling her hips. Gradually she started moving up and down, and Scott began thrusting up and down as best he could from his position. "Damn, that's a nice tight pussy... god you feel good on my cock" said Scott "Yeah, you like that? Mmmm... take it slow though, it's really hard to keep my voice down. Fuck I just wanna scream right now. Mmmm. Wait wait wait," She whispered, trying to stay under control. Just then the van hit a bump in the road and Megan slammed onto Scott's dick, taking him in deep. She couldn't hold back. She let out a very audible moan and Katie turned around to see what it was. Megan and Scott locked eyes with her, their faces rapidly growing more red than they already were. Katie looked confused at first, squinting her eyes a little... and then it dawned on her. Her friend Megan was riding Scott's dick and enjoying it very much. Her eyes widened and then her face matched the same shade of red as theirs. Megan and Scott were frozen. What now? What is she going to do? Suddenly, Katie turned to the driver and said, "ooh I like this song. Turn that up a bit would you?" The driver turned up the radio, and Katie turned back to the action in the back seat. She winked at them and gave some sort of signal that they assumed meant "carry on". Scott and Megan now had an audience. With Katie looking on, Megan went back to riding Scott's cock. They were both getting close to cumming and having Katie watch turned them on even more. With the radio volume up louder, they could afford to be a little more vocal. "Fuck, Scott... I'm about to cum on your big cock. Mmmm... keeping fucking me... ohhhh.... I'm cumming. I'm cumming" said Megan as her pussy started to convulse and clench Scott's dick This triggered him to cum as well. "oh fuck... I'm cumming too" Scott said, as waved after wave of his orgasm surged through his throbbing dick, with each one releasing a huge stream of cum deep inside Megan's pussy. Megan let out a good long moan as she felt herself being filled up with his hot cum. As soon as she lifted herself off of him it started spilling out onto his dick, onto his balls and his legs. After taking a few moments to regroup they both noticed Katie, still watching them, still smiling. The van pulled back into the apartment complex a few minutes later and everyone was woken up. Megan and Scott were the last to get out of the van, and when they did, Katie was there to meet them with a big grin. "Damn you guys... at least somebody's having sex on my birthday! That was fucking hot" said Katie. They were speechless. Everyone started heading up to Katie's apartment to wait for Nate to return with all of their stuff. Megan and Scott could only look at each other and smile. To be continued? The Ride Home It begins to rain harder and he holds his briefcase over his head. He stands outside an upscale, Lower Manhattan restaurant just having finished a gathering with business partners. He looks down the street in hopes of taxi. Nothing. "Cripes, I am going to be soaked to the bone." he thinks as he begins to walk north towards the subway. A block away he stops again, walks to the curb and takes a look up the street. As he begins to walk away, a limousine slows and pulls to the curb. He watches as it stops. The back window lowers, though he can't see inside. From inside the vehicle a woman's voice says "Would you like to get out of the rain?" Uncertain, he pauses for a moment and then says "Yes". He hears the doors unlock, reaches for the handle and opens the door. He ducks down and enters. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He sees a woman about his same age, shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She's wearing a dark jacket and skirt that only partially hide her figure. It appears she is returning from a similar affair. He admires her legs. "Where are you headed she asks?" "Home, Upper West Side. 387 109th". "Nice area," she responds, "Better make yourself comfortable though; it's going to be a long drive. Traffic is slow going tonight." He pulls off his overcoat, and places it over his briefcase on the floor. She relays the address to the driver and asks him to raise the privacy window. "You're a handsome man", she says as she watches him. He lowers his eyes shyly and says "Thank you". They make small talk as they slowly move through stop and go traffic. Eventually she shifts herself and slides closer to him. She turns toward him and places her hand inside of his suit jacket. She finds his tie, takes hold, slowly pulling him toward her. Their foreheads touch and they hesitate before kissing. His tongue darts into her mouth and she nips at it, reminding him to go slow. He shifts and begins to kiss down her jaw line to her neck, inhaling her perfume. It's sweet and familiar, and fills his head as he makes his way to her ear lobe. She runs her fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair. He works his way back as she clutches at the back of his head. His hand finds its way down her side, searching for the edge of her skirt. She lets out a soft moan when he finds it, signaling her approval. He feels the soft flesh beneath his finger tips and himself starting to strain at his trousers. She releases her hand from the tangle of his hair and soon after he hears the sound of the zipper on her skirt. He slowly pulls his head back from her neck and finds her looking into his eyes. As she nods her head she closes her eyes. He slides off the seat now, kneeling in front of her he strips off his suit jacket. His hands run up the side of her skirt, she raises her hips off the seat, and he slides the skirt out from underneath her and down past her feet. He runs his hands up the inside of her thighs; he can hear her breathing hard. He continues running his finger tips lightly over her thighs and she begins to gently buck her hips with desire, beckoning him. He leans back to take in her full beauty. Her chest heaves as she breaths hard, her blouse partially covering black panties. His hands run back up the length of her thighs, grasping hold of her panties. Again, she raises her hips to allow him to slide them off of her, revealing her neatly trimmed mound as she parts her legs further. His hands find their way back and he runs his fingers down her belly and into the soft tangle of hair. She lets out a gasp as he traces her folds. He begins to feel her moisture and gently parts her. "Yes" she moans as he kisses his way up her thigh until he finds her mound. He can't wait to taste her. The sudden feel of his tongue on her causes her head to buzz. He pulls back and with one finger in side of her, he rubs her clit with his thumb. He buries his head again and draws her nub into his mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", he can hear her slowly repeat as he gently sucks. To give him more access she raises her leg, resting it against the side window. The driver looks in his mirror at the darkened window and smiles when he hears her foot rhythmically pushing against the outside. Her hand is back in his hair again and she draws him into her tighter. With the other hand she finds a nipple through her blouse and bra, teasing it erect. Finally she pushes him away, telling him "Not yet, I need you inside of me." He's upright on his knees as she leans forward reaching for him. "Damn it!" she curses as she struggles with the belt. She can feel his hardness under the fabric. The belt comes lose and she yanks open the button before lowering his zipper. "Finally" she says as he waits while she pushes away the clothes separating her from his cock. "Shit!" he exclaims, his head falls back as she runs her hand down the underside of his cock. She watches his face as she strokes him, his mouth agape. She reaches forward and cups balls, running her finger nails along the backside of them and tugging lightly. "Come here", she whispers as she pulls at his manhood. They kiss hard, tongues finding each other. She guides him to her entrance. He slides right in. She lets out a gasp as she feels herself expand with him. His rhythm is slow at first. He uses the seat to push himself back and leans against it. With his other hand, he reaches for her blouse, tugging at it as he gropes her breast. "A nice handful" he thinks, he grows frustrated with the buttons as he pumps in and out. One pops off, and she laughs. Finally he has it open, and pushes a strap off her shoulder, exposing her pink nipple. "Mmmmmm" she moans as he draws it into his mouth and teases it his tongue. She grabs hold of his buttocks and digs her nails in, causing him to release her nipple and spurring him on deeper and faster. With her legs wrapped around him and hands in his chest hair, he buries himself to the hilt. She needs something more though. Her legs unwrap and she pushes him away. "I want to cum" she tells him and moves to the floor. She leans over the seat and presents her ass to him. "God, you are beautiful!" he says. He spreads her cheeks with both hands to get a better look. He is breathing harder now. He takes his cock in one hand and pushes it against her slit. Teasing her, he rubs it up and down, just barely penetrating her entrance, coating the head with her juices before pulling it out and starting over. It seems like an eternity, but finally he plows into her pussy. She lets out a loud gasp and exclaims "Yes!! Fuck Me!!". He is more than happy to oblige. He leans over her to reach around her hips and searches for her clit. His finger slowly circles it at first, but he can hear her growing more impatient and he begins to pull at it. He feels her walls pulling at him and then relaxing. She starts to shake underneath him and he feels her spasming around his cock. Her breaths are quick and erratic; he pushes in and out slowly as he lets her recover. "Jesus!" she yells in a throaty voice. She throws her head back and begins to push back against him. He grabs her hips and pulls himself in. His thrusts becoming faster and harder. The limo stops at a red light, and begins to gently rock each time he slams into her. He watches himself sliding in and out of her, as he kneads her cheeks in his hands. He can feel his balls starting to boil. "Cumming!", he says as he pushes as deep as he can go. He feels it rushing through him and empties himself inside her. A few quick jerks and he is entirely spent. He's aware of the feeling inside her now, like he's hanging in mid air, her warmth all around him. He pulls out slowly and collapses on the floor. She turns to look at him and sees him smiling. For the first time she notices his wedding ring. "Better not let your wife see that goofy smile on your face." He laughs and smiles broadly. They find their clothes and make themselves presentable again just as the limo pulls to a stop in front of the row of brownstones. "Thank you for the ride" he says. She responds with "I was thinking the same thing." He smiles and lets himself out the door. A few steps across the sidewalk and he is climbing the steps to 387. She watches as he opens the door and disappears into the old place. She wraps on the privacy screen and the limo pulls away, circling the block once more. It pulls up to the curb and stops. She pulls her over coat around her and steps out into the rain. Walking up the stairs to the brownstone she pulls out her own key to 387, places the key in the lock and lets herself in.