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Ride Home

By: brento669



Some things in life are truely unforgetable, for me, it was my first time I had sex.

I was 18 years old and it was senior year and after years of saving I finally was able to buy myself a car. I hated my school I went to since all the kids there were rich and snobby which i was not. I had a really close friend and while they partied we went out together and drank and had lots of fun terrorizing neighborhoods. There was a girl in my school named Layla who I had gained an interest for. She had long black hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and lips that could make anyone loose it. The way she moved grabbed my attention the most.

I had heard rumors that she was a lesbian so automatically I was turned on but at the same time depressed since i liked her alot. I was friends with one of her close friends Amanda who I had a past with but nothing more than a few occasions of oral sex and kissing. I had no way of talking to Layla because for one I was too shy, and secondly I could never get the proper words to flow from my tongue.

One day Amanda asked me for a ride home and her friend Layla needed a ride too. Since Amanda lived close to school than Layla did, she was dropped off first. As Layla approached the front seat, her fragrence and posture caught my attention and made me very excited. I thought to myself that when I get home I'm going to need to jerk off to the thought of her.

Sitting next to my in the front with her short skirt and sexy legs she started to talk to me and said, " Amanda told me that you like me." This shocked me because I was beyond embarrassed and I had no way of getting out of this situation. I said yes I did out of panic and she said, "thats good because over the past few years I have always liked you and wondered when you were going to talk to me and ask me out." This shocked me even more, but nothing could come close to what was yet to happen.

When I pulled up to her house, she asked me to come inside to watch a movie. I agreed and I parked the car and followed her into her house. She lived in a very small town house painted in white with a beautiful landscaped of rose bushes. When we entered her house, she took off her shoes and directed me upstairs to her room. I was so nervous at the time since I had no idea what was going to happen once we entered her room.

I walked in and was overwhelmed with her fragrance that filled her room. As she went to the bathroom, I looked around and saw a pair of panties lying on the ground. Naturally I picked them up and took a sniff that almost made me cum. When she returned she put in the movie which was a Richard Prior comedy tape. This made me very uneasy since he has the tendancy to be very obscene. 

She told me to take a seat on her bed next to her, which I did and she asked me if I would give her a massage. Without hesitation I agreed and she lied down on her bed. I began rubbing her shoulders and back and to my surprise she grabbed the remote and turned the t.v. off. She turned around and faced me and told me to rub her thighs. At that moment I was nervous but the steam was flowing off as I became more comfortable. I rubbed her thighs and she kept telling me to go higher until i was just below her sex. As I massaged her left thigh she grabbed my hand and directed it right to her sex. This was it, I was in.

I could not believe what was happening, the girl I have always dreamed about was lying down in front my of letting me finger her. At that moment I got into it and puller her panties down to reveal a beautiful pussy that was groomed very well. I looked at her and she shook her head as i made my way to her sex and began eating her out. This was not my first time eating a girl out and she tasted like nothing I have ever had before. Within 3 minutes of me tongue fucking her, she orgasmed, which almost made me cum at the noise she made. 

I backed away and she took off her blouse revealing a pick bra which she unsnapped to reveal a beautiful set of c-cup tits. She came over to me and took of my shirt and began kissing me. I don't think my dick could have gotten any harder until she reached into my pants and began stroking my 7 inch shaft. She bent her head down undoing my pants at the same time and began downing me like Jenna Jameson would. I was in disbelief and I asked her when her parents were coming home and she told me 8 with my dick her in mouth.

When I was almost at the verge of exploding, she pulled away and pushed me down on my back. She got on top of me and lowered herself over me fitting right on my dick. I almost lost it as I looked into her eyes as she said," Now its time to fuck." We didn't use a condom because she was on the pill as she informed me of after she began riding me. I didn't care, I was still in disbelief as to what was happening.

She rode me for a good 10 minutes and then stopped and got off. She got down on all fours beside me and told me that she wanted to me fuck her in the ass. I was in shock, this was my first time having sex, let alone having anal sex. I spit on my dick a few time and began pressing my self into her opening, which had no problem getting in since this region had been used before. I pounded her ass as hard as i could and she screamed out, "Oh yes, fuck my ass! Ya, fuck it!" 

I was coming near my climax when i realized I didn't want to cum in her ass. I pulled out and turned her over and plunged my dick into her pussy without warning. She loved every bit of it and had an orgasm right on my dick. She stuck her feet in my face as i fucked her and i sucked on her toes, which I love doing since I have a foot fetish.

At that point I couldn't hold it any long between her toes in my mouth and me fucking her sweet pussy. I screamed out, " Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum!" and she said, "Ooooo yay baby, fill my pussy up!" And I did. I shot load after load into her pussy and withdrew to watch it leak out. To my suprise she stuck her fingers into her pussy and licked the cum off her fingers. This turned me on.

Since we were finished she cuddled up and she told me that she wanted to do something special for me. I had no idea what this was since I had felt spent. she told me to lie down and she began giving me head again. To my amazement my dick stood right up only after a half hour break. she then released and scooted her self back and began giving me a footjob! I could not believe what was happening!

It only took nearly 5 minutes before I blew my load all over her feet. At that moment she told me to lick it up and feed it to her. I have never put cum in my mouth before but I gladly accepted and kissed her as she swallowed the cum off my tongue. 

After that day, we made it into a daily routine fulfilling each others greatest fantasies. We are now both 22 and are married so I guess all we needed was a little sex to break the ice. 

Ride Home



A moment of madness

Hearing the front door close quietly behind Jim, Susan sighed heavily. Jim had been her boyfriend for nine years and they had been living together in this same flat for four. He had sneaked off to the club avoiding an argument, the same one they had hashed over for the last six months. Where was the relationship going? She would ask and he would just shrug his shoulders not wanting the discussion, not wanting to understand her needs.

It was so pathetic. She would have understood if it had been a proper man's club but they went to play with toy cars on a huge electric track in a converted basement. It typified his escapist attitude; not wanting to grow up. They were both thirty-four and she felt time was slipping by without achieving anything. 

It was Friday evening and she had a week off to look forward to but didn't think she could face it with him. She fancied Egypt but not alone and he wouldn't miss a so called important race competition. It was so pathetic she didn't dare tell friends in the office why they weren't going somewhere exciting. 

The phone rang startling her from the reverie that threatened to turn to something approaching depression. "Hi! Yes June. Oh, the usual, nothing exciting. No I don't feel like it. I'm past clubbing. Well, OK. I'll be there in twenty minutes." Susan sighed for the umpteenth time. June was out tonight and Susan was going to fix her hair. 

***

"Just call me Cinderella." Susan said as she walked into her friend's house. June was twenty-four, ten years younger, and still looking for Mr Wright only she had a habit of finding Mr Wrong. Plain for all too see but her. "Come on then let's get you fixed up." 

"What's wrong with you Susan? You're an attractive woman but you've let yourself go. Here try this on." June bullied her as she did everyone. Susan was attractive with long shapely legs, small pert breasts and a slim waist. Clothes looked god on her but she hadn't bothered dressing to please for the last year.

Susan wasn't the kind of person to give in but she just couldn't seem to gather the energy to resist. It seemed easier to just go along with her friend. Trying on a dress she looked in the mirror twirling the short hem to and fro. 

"It's too. I don't know." She didn't want to say it was too young for her. "It's too short. I don't like to show off so much cleavage either." At June's look she added. "I'm tempted though." With a glass of wine in one hand and June's encouragement she finally gave in. 

"Go take a shower. I'll dig out a new set of underwear and fix you up." Brushed and flicked and straightened Susan's long black hair gleamed, seeming once more to be alive. June appraised her friend and told her she looked good. Susan felt good too but put that down the large glasses of wine.

***

Already a little tipsy from the unfamiliar early drink Susan walked into the club arm in arm with her friend. They all seemed so young. At least she wouldn't meet anyone she knew. It had only been a couple of hours and she was bored already. Sitting there watching everyone have a good time had worn her patience rather thin. 

'Hmmm. He's nice.' Susan thought. A young man was standing right in front of her with his tight bum wiggling to the music. 'Nice broad shoulders and long legs.' Before her thoughts could meander a couple of girls caught hold of him to flirt outrageously, fluttering false eyelashes at him. If she had nails she would have sharpened them on the table as a warning, 'hands off!'

"I'm booked for this one, sorry girls." He said. "Come on darling it's our song." 

Awoken from her thoughts by a strong hand lifting her from the stool she let out a startled gasp, buried by the heavy sound of what was meant to be music. Looking close he winked a devilish grin at her and deftly turned toward the dance floor dragging her with him. 

Reaching for words of protest she managed only some incoherent sounds lost under the loud music. It had happened so quickly; from sitting admiring his bum to being whisked onto the dance floor; she was completely out of her depth.

As soon as they reached into the crowd of manic waving limbs the tune slowed and softened. "Sorry about that." He said into her ear. "Thanks for helping me avoid those two. They're nice girls but a bit too much at times." 

While recovering from the deep voice breathing tickling sensations into an ear he wrapped an arm around her waist. Holding a hand outright he led her around the dance floor in a dizzying chase. Susan wasn't even sure what step it was but managed to follow his lead. When the music slowed again he wrapped both arms around her and they stood still with just a gentle sway of their hips. 

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Susan," she managed to reply, with her breath just returning after their gallop around the dance floor.

"Mine's Barry. You're a good dancer." He said.

"I don't think I know what I'm doing, just following," she joked but meant it.

"You can get into trouble that way." He teased, giving her a saucy wink.

The dance ended and with the same intense whirl he landed her back at the small table next to June. Still holding her hand he lifted it to his lips. With another wink, this time hinting at a shared secret, he turned and disappeared into the crowd. 

"So how did you meet him?" June asked. The few words dripped green with accusations. 

"Oh! Barry?" Susan laughed intent on teasing. 

"You're a married woman. Behave yourself. Pass him on to me you bitch." 

"I'm not married. I'm not sure what I am." Her voice trailed off on hitting a sore point. "Look, thanks for the nice evening but I've got to go. I'm not used to all this fun. You know what Jim is like." Susan shouted over the noise. She couldn't hear the reply but the look and nodding head meant 'Oh Yeah? Leaving for home are we?' 

Susan laughed again not believing June could possibly believe she had a chance with that handsome young man. He only looked nineteen. Nice thought though!

Outside it was pouring with rain, no cats or dogs, but plenty of stair rods. Hoping from foot to foot she wished she had gone to the restroom before leaving. Craning forward looking down the street she realised it was such an awful night it would be impossible to see a taxi unless it pulled right up in front of the club. At that moment a car swung into the curb from across the street and she dived in to the passenger seat.

"I thought it was you! Where can I take you?" Barry asked.

The young man took Susan by surprise once again. Lost for words for a moment she recovered enough to tell him the address. Looking around she realised this wasn't a taxi. With the windscreen wipers barely coping at full speed this was not a night to demand to be dropped off somewhere nearby; it would have to be right to the door to avoid a soaking.

"It's nice of you to give me a lift," she said. Not expecting him to accept she added, "The least I can do is offer a coffee." 

He was already out of the car and opening hers as soon as the words left her lips. Running to the front door they careened through it together. Shaking off the rain like terriers she laughed with his infectious throaty chuckle. 

"Wait in there I'll make a cup of coffee," her voice sounded more confident now she was on home ground. 

"White no sugar," he said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

With the kettle on she dashed to the bathroom. Such a relief! With the kettle blowing off steam she dashed back to switch it off. Jim just wouldn't replace the damn thing which had been broken a month so it wouldn't automatically switch off. 

In the lounge he sat back on the leather sofa looking relaxed and at home. She looked at the time knowing Mr Clockwork, Jim, would be back soon. She was perfectly safe and in any case, she could handle this young man with a few well chosen words if necessary. 

She had perfected the right tone to go with the word 'No!' It had been a long time since anyone had given her the opportunity to practice it though. Even with Jim it had been awhile. She cleared her mind of that sad thought.

Bending to pull a small table from its nest she was conscious of his attention and became careful, a little nervous blushed wiped her face. 'What the hell!' she thought. It wasn't often she had someone's attention and it was in her own home too. She glanced at the clock again.

"I think I deserve a kiss to go with that coffee, to sweeten it up," he laughed while patting the sofa.

She groaned inwardly not wanting to make Jim that jealous. She couldn't help laughing with him though. It was partly the wine but he did have an infectious laugh and that cheeky grin meant he was teasing her, daring her. There was a certain charm about him that seemed irresistible. 

Sitting as far away as possible on the large sofa was meant to tell him she meant to resist that boyish charm.

"If I guess the colour of your panties in one go, I get a kiss." He teased her.

They were June's straight from a new pack so even she had to think about it. Standing before him her face flushed red with embarrassment. With both hands pulling at the hem for protection she smiled at the audacious remark trying to recover her composure. 

She knew the dress wasn't that short and at her age knew how to bend without revealing the panties. He was too old to play such a silly game but it did bring back memories of her youth with the boys at school.

With a laugh she said, "You're on! Only one chance though. If you guess correctly you win a kiss," She laughed.

"You're wearing a pink thong with little white hearts." He announced. "I claim my prize."

This young man had again caught off guard leaving her in a state of breathless embarrassment. He patted the leather beside him but she just stood there. The challenge as well as the mischievous look was getting to her. She relented and sat close. "One kiss, that's all," she admonished him, wondering if the stern statement was for him or her.

He wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips to hers. As soon as her bottom hit the leather she realised the back of the dress w tucked into the panties. She opened her mouth to complain, to utter the magic word, 'No!', only to find he took advantage. Not a youthful smacker but a prolonged teasing tender probing.

"Let me up for air. Phew!" He moved in again giving her no chance to protest. This wasn't just a kiss it was raw passion. His fingers stroked her ears, his teeth bit her lips, his tongue roamed her mouth, and his lips caressed her neck. The sensations were everywhere at once, impossible to resist. 

She didn't even feel the front of the dress being opened, not even aware of his lips leaving her ears with the sensations still ringing her bells. It had been so long her auto switch had failed leaving her squishy. 

With a tongue licking her cleavage she began to muster the presence of mind to say no. When he nibbled on a nipple the word stuck in her throat emerging as a pathetic moan. She closed her eyes feeling too guilty to watch this young man eating her breasts; enjoying the thrilling sensations to much to resist.

Se became aware of a tingling sensation on her thigh and closed her eyes tighter. It wasn't his fingers as they were massaging her breasts and pinching the swollen nipples.

She opened her eyes in disbelief to see his tongue probing and explored her. She cried out the word in anguish, only to miss spelt it. "Yes! Oh Yes!" He had pressed against the right button. As she began to cum he sucked everything into his mouth to nibble upon her labia. 

She was kept hovering in flight wanting to land only an up draught of hot pleasure kept her soaring higher. She didn't hear her own voice crying out, "Let me cum. Please!"

It was more than a probing exploring tongue now it was a hard cock filling her up. Manoeuvred onto his lap facing him she felt a hard large penis between her thighs. He held her by the hips thrusting in with her own weight bearing down ramming it up higher, higher and deeper. 

The feeling of fullness brought on a deep orgasm. Her legs clenched and unclenched in uncontrollable spasms. She held on to him as though trying to become one with him. He too held on tight squashing her face against his chest. Almost suffocating she gasped air.

She kissed his chest, more like sucking it, holding him tight as they collapsed upon the sofa. His weight pressed her into the leather where she felt so much a part of him she was lost entirely, no longer an entity merely a part of him. 

She felt him shrivel inside and gripped him with muscles she hadn't realised were there not wanting it to leave her, not wanting to lose the special feeling of fullness.

What had he done to her? She knew what they had done and didn't regret it but what had he done to her? How had she become so completely carried away? Gradually she became aware of the little mewling whimpering sounds she was making. 

"There, there, little pet," he said indulgently while stroking her hair. 

A small part of her mind felt it to be wrong but her body just wouldn't give up. The assault upon her senses had been so overwhelming she was reduced to this mindless lump of quivering flesh. 

"You're all mine. I want you to be mine. All mine. Every part of you is mine," he whispered in her ear. 

Watching her purr like a kitten he wondered at how her lust for him had inspired such passion in return. At that moment he wanted to hold her forever. He didn't think about love he thought about lust and what he wanted to do to her. It was a surprise to be so pleased that she had come with such abandon; it made him feel strong. 

The phone rang bringing her round to some sense of where she was. 

"It's for you I expect," he said casually. 

Reaching over for the phone she croaked the number into it. 

"It's me. I'm at my mothers," Jim stated intending a neutral tone. "I'm staying the night. I guess you'll be in a better mood tomorrow."

"OK." She could hear the slight intake of breath from his surprise she hadn't told him to come home.

She felt movement between her legs and a gentle probing. 'Bastard!' she thought.

"What?" Jim asked. 

She must have spoken out load after all. "The wine, it's Italian, Bastion or something." She felt a hand gather a breast for a gentle weighing then a nipple squeezed. "Oh!" 

"You all right?" Jim asked.

"Yes." She gasped, "Its cramp. I'm stretched awkwardly over the sofa," she moaned feeling Barry's fingers exploring her body.

"I hope you haven't spilt wine on it," he grumbled. 

"No not wine."

"What then?" 

'Just some young mans sperm that's all,' she felt like saying. "I'll have to go the cramps getting to me."

"Just relax and let go," he told her.

"Yes. OK. Relax and let go," she repeated. Barry pinched a nipple. "Oh!"

"Rub it harder then," Jim told her.

"Yes, rub it harder," she gasped. The young man behind her did.

"I've got to come. I mean I've got to go," she pleaded and dropped the phone on its cradle. "Oh! Yes!" she repeated in a soft moan. The orgasm was less intense this time but just as enjoyable as it eased through her body. The sensations caressed her skin in waves of a gentle insistency.

Sliding off the sofa she crawled away from him. "Just don't touch me. Let me recover this time." Susan pleaded.

"Come here," he commanded and she crawled back to him. "That's a good slut. You enjoyed that didn't you?"

She didn't want to say it, to admit it, but the words left her throat anyway. "Yes! It was lovely." He stroked her face and neck and rubbed her ears. She kissed his hand biting it, licking it, nuzzling it.

Helping her up from the floor he held her a moment. 

"The coffee's cold, make another," he commanded in a deep strong voice. He sent her on her way with a smack to her bare bottom as the loose panties were falling about her knees. She retreated to the kitchen pulling them up as she went.

She was finding the teasing lilt to his voice so very attractive and the deep commanding tone did something more devastating to her. She hurried off to obey, partly to escape him before he worked her up again. In the kitchen she pulled the dress together trying to pull out the creases while worrying what she was going to tell June. She remained feeling squishy, unable to shake it off, all the while hurrying to get back to him.

It was embarrassing returning to the lounge not knowing what to say. She handed him a cup and the feel of his hand was electric. This was the excitement that had been missing from her life for far too long. No amount of wistful browsing through Sunday supplements full of exotic travel would do from now on. 

This was here and now. She was having wonderful elicit sex on the new lounge sofa. Jim didn't want to use the sofa and, she mused, he didn't want to use her either. She screwed up her face at the thought of being used.

She meant to sit close to him on the precious sofa but he guided her by the hips to the floor at his feet. She sat with her back to him between his legs. He hadn't even taken off his trousers. He had casually unzipped and taken her. He massaged her head, her face, down her shoulders to her breasts. Gently, ever so gently his hands glided over the hot pliant skin inside the dress. 

When her nipples reacted he breathed in her ear. "You're such a slut. You're ready for it again. Tell me. Say it." 

Thankful he couldn't see the embarrassment on her face as she closed her eyes giving in to the crazy moment. "I'm a dreadful slut. I want you. I want it. I want you to fuck me." It felt liberating to say these naughty words, so much so she had become willing and able yet again. It was true, she wanted him and there was an edge of desperation to the need.

He guided her head into his lap and his cock into her gaping mouth already gasping for air. She sucked and licked him and sucked the shrunken member into her mouth willing it to grow. Her capitulation was complete. He stroked the long black hair telling her she was beautiful that she was a great fuck. 

The thought of being used by this young man returned but she didn't care. Susan abandoned propriety and good sense thinking she was using him too. She continued sucking his cock with enthusiasm at last feeling it grow.

On the floor on hands and knees she felt his hardness nudging, rubbing her clit. 'Oh! Hell! I need this so bad!' She thought, 'What am I doing?' A complete stranger had come into her home and had cum into her. She had given in so completely she was kneeling on their new carpet letting him tease her, desperately waiting for him to enter her. 

This time it was less frantic from the start. A gentle thrust took her. Without even time to recover from the last assault she was back there soaring on a high yet this time so much more aware of what was happening. 

It was naughty and exciting and raunchy and she wanted it. Susan wanted him to take her. She wanted to be his. She wanted him to do it to her and wanted it now. "Faster!" She panted. She felt every movement, the grip upon her hips, the pounding of their thighs, the hardness inside. "I'm coming!" They exhaled through clenched teeth. 

Lying back on the floor in a heap with their limbs entangled, she regained some composure, enough to open her eyes. He was looking at her with a sly smile upon his face. 

"You are my gorgeous slut," he declared.

Instead of complaining over such an awful expression it sent a thrilling shiver down her spine. This young stranger had called her a slut and that was how he had treated her and how she had behaved. She didn't care. It was what she wanted for the moment. To be this handsome young mans slut and it felt so good. She was his sexy slut. That's how she felt and couldn't help revelling in it. 

"Bugger tomorrow let this night never end." Susan whispered. 



Ride Home



We are out at a pub drinking. I decide I've had enough of the crowd and want to be alone with you. I kiss you softly on your neck where your jaw begins. I move my mouth to your ear and lick it lightly. My tongue likes moving up along the curve of your lobes.

I ask you in a whisper, "Can we go now?"

"Of course babe," you reply.

So we get up and leave. I move to walk in front of you. As we get to the door, I stop and move myself backwards. My ass lightly bumps into your crotch and I can feel someone waking up.

I open the door; I slide my hips to rub against you. I look back over my shoulder and smile. You seem surprised by my actions, but smile back. You move your hand to touch me, but like water I slip away and exit the pub. I like to tease, because its so easy to frustrate you.

We walk outside and the air is cool enough to allow me to see my breath. I'm not wearing a bra and I feel my nipples harden. Or is just my excitement for the car ride making them react?

We make our way to the car and get in. You move to turn the engine on, but I move over to you and kiss your neck again. I feel you freeze in pleasure and your breath quickens. I wet my tongue and move from where your jaw meets your neck down to where it meets your collar bone. My hands caress the other side of your face. I slide it down your chest, down your stomach. I begin pulling your shirt up to get to the warmth of your body. My hands want to trace along the smoothness of your skin. 

You turn your face to mine and I let my lips touch yours like a ghost. You move forward to kiss me harder, but I move back just out of reach. I feel you getting impatient and lick your lips lightly to show I mean you no malice. My hands are still tracing along your stomach, playing with your waistline. My tongue is hungry to taste your mouth.

"I want to kiss you, babe." You whisper to me.

I allow our lips to connect and my body burns to life. My taste buds enjoy the flavor of your mouth. Your hand is going around my smooth body. It is sliding into my jeans.

"That's tight." I hear you say.

"Maybe you should loosen them up." I reply.

"Yeah?" You unbutton my jeans to slip your hand inside, and you're surprised.

"You did not wear any panties." You tell me in that husky voice of yours and slide your hand to my smooth ass.

I giggle, "No lover I didn't."

"I love your ass." You whisper in my mouth.

"Mmm," I purr back to you and kiss you deeply.

You press my ass tightly. The force of your grip excites me and I sigh in pleasure into your mouth. I move away from you and decide we need to start driving before the police come by and spot us. Your hand slides further down to me and I force you back. I giggle and say to you, "Start the car and drive...it's going to get better."

With a frown on your face you turn the key in the ignition. You are quiet as you drive. I am smiling, enjoying your frustration. So I turn on the radio and tune into a rock station. Nine Inch Nails Head like A Hole is playing. I decide I've teased you enough and like this song. 

As quietly as I can, I begin pulling off my shoes with my feet. I move them to the side and make as if I am stretching so I can slide my jeans off. You are too busy driving and don't seem to notice. My smile is getting bigger at the thought of what I have planned. You turn your head away from me and I move to you. I kiss your ear and reach down to your belt buckle.

"I'm driving babe, be careful." You tell me. You try to resist me, but you know I want to play and you like it when I am aggressive. With a quick and practiced jerk I tug the buckle open and giggle at your response.

"There isn't a lot of traffic at this time, baby, but keep driving around where the traffic stays light."

I move my head to your lap and with my teeth tug on the button of your jeans to snap it open. I grip the zipper and begin unzipping your jeans. 

"I'm very hungry and want something yummy in my mouth," I say to you.

"I'm sure you'll like what I have in my jeans for you."

"Maybe you should give your jeans some slack, so I can get to it? I can hold the wheel while you do it."

"Anything for you babe."

I kiss you lightly on the cheek. I ask, "Ready to take the wheel back?"

"Yup."

I look at you and see you smiling and tell you, "Believe me, you're going to like this ride."

"I hope so."

I take off my shirt and am completely nude. My nipples are hard and my pussy is wet. I begin to lick your head and move up and down your shaft.

"Take it all in your mouth babe." I hear you beg me from above.

I take you all the way back. I swallow to take you even further in. I want to feel my lips at the base of your cock. I pull back all the way up to your head only to swallow you again. You grip my head with one hand and try to fuck my face. My tongue is moving up and down your shaft as I take you in and out of my mouth. You begin moving a little faster and harder.

"Mmmm. I like it when you fuck my face, baby," I purr to you.

"Oh." you groan back to me.

But you're too big for me to handle at this pace. I grip you and move my hand and head in a twist in opposite directions while moving up and down.

"Now I want to stop the car," you tell me.

"Don't or I'll stop."

You pull me up to a sitting position when you reach the stop light.

"Mmm. Oh now you want to tease," I whine to you. I pout my lips and give you a sad look.

You chuckle, "Oh. Ok. I'll start driving again. Keep going babe."

"I can't. Have to wait for the light to turn green and there's a car behind us now."

You chuckle again and start driving once the signals change.

"Would you like me to continue?" I ask you.

"Yeah."

My head goes back to your lap again. You are driving with one hand and your other hand is sliding on my body again. You caress my hair and move along down my back. You move towards my ass and pussy.

"Ohhhh, I feel something wet there. What is that?" you playfully ask me.

I move into an all fours position to give you better access.

"I don't know." I joke back with you.

Your fingers are playing with my moist folds and my mouth is on your hard on once more. I decide I want something better and sit up while moving your hand away. Before you realize what I'm about to do and can begin to protest, I jump onto your lap and take you deep inside of me. I love being short, because maneuvers like these are easier for me. I press my body against yours so you can see where you're going.

"How deep can you take it babe?" You ask me.

"All the way," I reply, "Make this quick, love; we're on the road and almost to your place."

I move my body up and down to the beat of Deftones My Own Summer. You have both hands on the wheel and want me to quit, but I keep pounding myself on you.

You stop the car and pull me up off of you. You turn me over doggy style. My hands are on the seat and I am facing the passenger window. I look to see where we are and realize we are in your drive way, thou I can't see if anyone is outside in the neighborhood. You slide your cock inside my wet opening. You begin to move faster after each time you plunge into me.

"Mmm. Fuck me hard, daddy," I scream to you.

"Come on babe," you tell me.

"Yes give me more," I pant back to you.

I am trying to push my ass back hard to get your full cock inside of me. 

"Go faster," I beg you.

"Ummm I love that," you groan back and spread my legs further apart; opening my pussy a bit more. I beg for more but then you pull your cock out and lick my pussy.

"Oh you tease!" I exclaim and laugh.

"Now it's my turn," I hear you say while your face is buried in my crotch. You start fucking me with your tongue and I am in agony, wanting you to give me your cock. But you chuckle and I can feel you smiling as you keep pushing your tongue in and out of me. Once you feel you have tortured me enough you move your face away and whisper in my ear, "I am going to fuck you really hard."

"Please, baby, I want to cum," I whine like a sad puppy.

"But your ass is looking so tight. Please babe, let me fuck your ass," I hear you breathe in my ear. 

You rub the head of your cock near my tight hole. It teases my ass and I can't help but want to feel you open me wide. 

I brace myself and say "Yes."

You push a little harder and I feel that familiar sting growing. I try to relax and breathe in as you slide into my ass, stretching me beyond my usual limits. My muscles tense up, but I bite back my urge to cry out in pain. I know once you're in it will go away. You keep pushing your hard shaft inch by inch until you finally rest inside me. The tension in my muscles subsides and I begin to move my body back and forth against you slowly. I whimper in pleasure. Your hands are on my waist; your mouth is at my neck.

"Please, go a little faster, lover." I beg you.

You bite my neck as you grip my hips tighter and begin increasing the tempo. My ass sends a chilling sensation up my spine. It warms my shoulders and blurs my brain. I can't focus on anything else except the feel of you plunging into me over and over again. I begin to pant as you begin to plow me. I hear your ragged breath behind me. I know you are enjoying this.

"Mmmm, babe your ass feels so good." You groan.

"Harder please. Oh god I want to cum," I scream out to you. 

The car is shaking and I feel my orgasm building up inside me. My moans grow louder and wilder. I can't take it anymore. I want you to cum inside of me.

"Please cum with me, baby. Please, please. Oh god, I'm coming!"

I feel my muscles clench and tighten around you as the euphoria consumes me. I hear you grunt and your hands tighten on my hips. You thrust harder and I feel you shoot your load deep inside my hot ass. You thrust again and again. I hear your sighs of pleasure as you fill me with your cum and you lay over my body. I am too tired to move and lay on the seat of the car exhausted. But we need to get dressed and go inside to clean ourselves up. You slowly pull out of me and I put my cloths on quickly before your juices can leak out of me. I kiss you lightly on the cheek again, before we exit the car.

"How was that for a ride home?" I giggle to you. You don't say a word, but the smile on your face says it all.



Ride Home



My husband and I were at a friend's cocktail party, which turned out to be the women in one room and the guys shooting pool or playing cards in another room.

It was getting late and I had enough to drink to know I shouldn't drive home even though it was only a few miles. My husband was winning in cards so he didn't want him to leave and his friends wanted a chance to get their money back. He had been on a business trip for the past ten days and only got home this morning and I was eager to have sex. I was very horny. I masturbate on a fairly regular basis, but after a while you just need a real body to kiss and hold.

I'm in my early 40's, considered attractive and work hard to keep my body fit. We have a good sex life. I'm bisexual and an exhibitionist, my husband finds both of my diversions a source of pleasure. He and I will plan different ways that I can "accidently" expose myself to others. He'll stand off to the side when I do this and watch the person that is getting a sneak peek up my skirt. What he doesn't know is that me and my best friend will give guys "accidental peeks" when we're out and about, but I don't tell him about them. Lately I find myself enjoying the attention of some of my son's friends and my friends' sons. Of course they're all over 18. I don't tell my husband about that either. As far as me being bisexual, I have on occasion during our marriage been with other women, mostly on business trips that I go on. He loves to hear about them and I'm willing to share the experiences with him. 

Okay, now back to the evening at hand.

One of the other women at the party volunteered to drive me home. I was feeling kind of silly having someone drive me, but I accepted. I really didn't have that much too drink, but there has been so much publicity about drunk driving that even a few drinks were considered too much for driving. The hostess heard the offer and said that she would have her son drive me. She said he wasn't doing anything but sitting in his room playing on his computer. She called him down stairs and told him to drive me home, which he was fine with. I know David well, he's a friend of my son's and he's at our house often. He's 18 which is a little older than my son, but they play sports together and I think he has an eye on my daughter, my husband says he has an eye on me. He's a nice young man and very good looking, tall, lean with curly hair. He always has a twinkle in his eyes.

When we got in the car he asked if it would be okay if we stop at a convenience store before he dropped me off and told him that would be fine. When I got in the car my skirt rode up my thigh and quite a bit of my leg was showing. The same time I noticed it I realized David noticed it too. I had enough to drink to think what the heck let him look; I like having young guys look at me as I mentioned before so this was fun.

We chatted about every day things as we drove and I could see his eyes going to my legs as we drove. I was a little worried that he wasn't paying enough attention to the road, but he seemed to have everything under control.

He ran into the convenience store and I could see him through the window. I was thinking what a handsome young man he has become and I could feel that sexy little ache I get in my tummy when I'm getting horny. I took the opportunity just before he walked out of the store to pull my skirt up higher so most of my legs were showing, another couple of inches and he would be able to see my panties. 

The first thing he looked at when getting back into the car was the additional bare leg he was able to see. I was enjoying the attention.

As we neared home I told him I was sorry for taking him away from his computer game.

He said, when his mom first asked him to drive someone he was annoyed, until she told him it was me he was driving.

We pulled into my driveway which goes to the side of my house and he parked in front of the garage doors.

"So David, how come you didn't mind driving me home?" I asked.

"Ahh well, oh what the hell, I think you are so hot," he said in a quick burst.

"David, I'm so flattered that a handsome boy like you would think that," I said teasingly.

"Are you kidding, all the guys think you're the hottest milf of all the moms."

I knew, but asked anyway" What's a Milf?"

"I don't know how to answer that Mrs. G."

"Tell me like you would tell one of your friends," I said with a smile

"Okay, but I'm feeling embarrassed" he said with a laugh "a milf is a Mom I would Like to Fuck, I have no idea where the expression came from."

"You boys openly talk about each others Moms like that?" I asked.

"Well mostly while joking with each other, saying you're Mom is such a Milf, just to bust on a friend," he answered.

"Well I have to tell you David, I'm a little shocked that you find me hot and being a Milf and all, but I must confess having a handsome young man like you thinking that is sexy," I said looking at his face and getting the reaction I was hoping for when his mouth dropped open.

I really didn't think about what was going to happen with me teasing David. Here I was in a parked car, granted it was in my driveway, with a horny teenager. I was feeling horny and still had a small buzz from the drinks, but teasing was all I do with the boys and I wasn't sure how to end this. Should I just thank him for the ride and hop out of the car, give him a peck on the cheek, then leave? While I was running these thoughts through my head David put his hand on my leg just above my knee. I felt a surge of excitement seeing and feeling his hand there.

"David, what are you doing?" trying to sound forceful and indigent, but he kept his hand there.

"I'm touching your beautiful leg, the ones you've been showing off since we got into the car," he said with a smile.

"I don't know what you mean," I answered, but not sounding very convincing.

"Mrs. G you've been letting your skirt ride up to your waist and have made no attempt to pull it back up."

"It just happened I guess because of the drinks I didn't realize it," I said, but knowing full well he knew I was teasing him.

"Mrs. G I'm not complaining I love looking at you and I find it even more exciting that you wanted me to look," he said.

"Well I guess I'm busted David, I did let my skirt ride up hoping you would notice, please don't tell anyone okay?" 

"Your secret is good with me if," he said with a grin.

"If what I asked, "knowing full well where this was going and realizing I was enjoying his attempt at taking charge. 

"If you show me what I ask," he said.

"You have to realize we're in my driveway and my kids are home and I'm not sure if my husband is going to pull up any minute," I said trying to get some control back.

From the look on his face I could see I put some doubt in his mind about how much could happen. He gave a quick look down the driveway and then said.

"Mrs. G, pull down your panties and let me see your pussy."

I tried to look shocked.

"David, if I do that for you will promise never to tell anyone," I said.

"Honest to God Mrs. G I won't tell a soul," he said with such an earnest look on his face I wanted to hug him, so cute.

I acted like I was giving it some serious consideration, but the reality of it was that I was very horny and showing myself to one of the young guys that hangs around my house is a fantasy of mine.

I pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist, raised my behind off the seat and wiggled out of my panties so they were around my ankles.

David said nothing just stared.

"David do you like looking at my pussy?" I finally asked.

"You're beautiful," in a voice I could barely hear.

I cocked my right leg so he could see my pussy lips. I was feeling so sexy having this young man looking at me. He reached over with his hand to touch my pussy. I grabbed his arm with my hand to stop him.

"David, please no, this is going way too far already," I said. As much as I was enjoying this I knew it had to stop somewhere, so this was a good a time as any.

He didn't force his hand or make a comment, he just looked.

"David I have to go in now incase the kids heard me pull up and wonder where I am.

I hope you enjoyed yourself," I said.

"Mrs. G This was the best and I think we should do this again sometime," he said.

"You do, do you," I said with a smile.

"Look Mrs. G I know you enjoyed this as much as I did and if you ever want to have me or maybe me and some friends look at you I'll give you my cell number and we can arrange something."

This came completely out of no where and I was about to totally reject the idea and tell him so, but something inside me held me back. 

"David I can't imagine that this would ever happen again or that I would ever call you so we could do it again, but I'll take your number," I said as he smiled at me.

He gave me his number and I gave him mine. I surprised myself when I read off my number to him.

I gave him a brief kiss on the cheek and got out of the car. I almost broke my neck from my panties being around my ankles. I kicked them off, picked them up and went into my house.

When I got in the house my daughter and her girlfriend were in the den looking at television. 

"Where's Dad," my daughter asked.

"He was still playing cards so David drove me home," I answered.

My daughters' friend said, "I'd like to have David drive me home sometime," and she and my daughter laughed and slapped each other a high five.

Good God if they only knew!

I said my goodnights and went upstairs to my bedroom.

I changed into my pajamas and went to bed.

I was laying there thinking about David looking at my pussy and slid my hand into my pajama bottoms and started to rub myself.

Since I was very young I like to masturbate by humping my pillow.

I positioned by king size goose down pillow next to me and laid on top of it and gently began to rub my pussy against the pillow. As I did that I envisioned David looking at me and I fantasized I was rubbing on him. The closer I got to having a climax the faster and harder I would grind on my pillow until I had to stifle a moan and clutched the sheets and had an explosive orgasm. I continued to rub and had a second one.

While catching my breath I was lying on the pillow thinking "oh David, what have I started." And promptly fell asleep.

The next morning I woke with my husband in bed. I still had my leg over the pillow.

My husband, Jim, was looking at me when I opened my eyes. It took me a minute or two to realize the pillow was between us. 

"I see you rode the goose last night, "he said with a laugh. He knows how I masturbate so seeing me half mounted on my pillow he knew I did the deed before I fell asleep. Riding the goose is his joke name for how I masturbate.

"Well I had no choice since you had to continue playing cards," I answered with some attitude.

"I'm sorry about that," he said. I'm not sure if I believed him.

"So how was your ride home with David?" he asked.

"What do you mean how was my ride home, it was fine why are you asking?

"When David got back to the house I asked just as conversation if he got you home safely and he said he did but was blushing, just like you are now," he said.

"I'm not blushing,"I answered.

"If you not blushing you just got sunburned," he said laughing.

I could tell he knew something happened, but I could also tell he really wasn't pissed off about it.

"What do you think happened?" I challenged.

"Gloria, I know you so well, you probably teased the poor kid by showing off your legs and he felt embarrassed when he saw me later."

"You're such an asshole," I said with a smile. I won't tell him the rest, he can have this victory.

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, we both know how we like to let you give accidental peeks to guys. Lately I see our kids friends giving you the once over and I know darn well you're aware of it. I just wasn't sure if you were turned on by the young guys looking. Now I know you are." he said.

"Don't let your imagination get too over worked. Yes I'm aware of the looks and yes I like it, but that's it," I lied.

"Here suck on this while you think about your young admirers," he said showing me his erection.

I did suck him and we had intercourse, and yes I did think about my young admirers.

Several weeks passed and I thought about how sexy it was showing myself to David. I'm not sure how it is with all exhibitionists or with any fetish for that matter, but my urges to do it slowly builds until it becomes something I just have to do. I mean if an opportunity should show itself, like bending over to give someone a down the blouse peek I'll do it and enjoy it. What I'm trying to say here is that the urge gets me hot just thinking about doing it and planning where and who I'll give a peek. The exposing for me is a thrill I love, plus after I do it, thinking about it is just as thrilling. Go figure.

I was going to suggest to my husband that we plan on letting me give an accidental peek or two when we go to his softball league playoff game this Sunday. A few of the guys on his team are always looking me over, this time I could really give them something to look at. 

That night while lying in bed I made the suggestion to my husband. He didn't have to answer because as he started kissing and touching me I knew he was all for the idea.

It was a beautiful sunny day at the park. There are three baseball fields and each one had a game being played on it. My husband came to the park earlier then I did so I had to look around to see which filed he was playing on. After the games there is a cookout for all the teams and that was being set up off to the side taking advantage of the shade from the trees.

I was wearing a pair of orange twill shorts that fit loosely around my thighs. They only had a 2" inseam so it was easy to look up. I had on an orange and white striped top that went with the shorts and a pair of orange sandals. While getting dressed I kept debating whether I should wear a thong or skip panties all together. I finally decided to ship the panties.

I was feeling a bit self conscious while walking to the field that my husband was playing on because for one; I could fell my ass bouncing and two; the warm breeze was blowing up the leg of my shorts.

The game was just about to start and I gave my husband some of the other guys a wave as I found a seat on the bleachers. I said hello to a couple of the other wives that were there to cheer on their weekend warrior softball players.

When the team went out on the field I was surprised to see David was playing third base. I know he wasn't a regular on the team, but I know that they add substitutes when someone can't make the game. I smiled to myself looking at that hot boy knowing he saw my pussy.

The only time I was able to give the guys a peek was when they were in the batting circle waiting for their turn. They would swing the bat a few times and more often then not look into the stands. One of the guys that I always though of as being sexy looked my way and I very casually moved my leg to give him a clear view at my pussy. I had sunglasses on so he couldn't tell I was watching him trying to look at me. There were only a few men there that I wanted to flash, so I sat like a lady when the others were in the batters circle.

I gave David a peek and he almost forgot to even pretend that he was stealing a peek he just looked. I had to close my legs before everyone started to look to see what he was doing. He was my favorite to flash.

My husbands' team won and everyone went to the cookout part of the park to have a snack and some cold drinks. As we walked over my husband asked if I had fun which I told him I did and he asked who of his team mates saw my pussy and I told him. I said I gave David a look also, and I asked how did he end up on the team. I was correct in my guess that he was filling in for one of the guys that was on a business trip. Jim likes knowing that his buddies look at me, talking about them seeing me will be part of our love play over the next couple of weeks.

I was having a cold Pepsi in the shade when David walked up to me. 

"Hi Mrs. G that was so sexy what you did during the game. I loved seeing you," he said with a grin.

I didn't even try to pretend that it must have been an accident since he already knows I like showing.

"I'm glad you did David, you didn't tell anyone did you?" I asked.

"Well actually I heard you weren't wearing panties before I even got up to bat. Mr. Miller whispered to me to be sure to look at Jim's wife in the bleachers when you can. I asked him why and he told me it seems that you forgot your underwear. I think a couple of the guys knew, but most said they didn't see anything."

I always wondered if the guys would tell their friends if they got a good peek, now I know.

"David, I'm so embarrassed, I only wanted to show you, I guess I was careless and some of the other guys got to see me too," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't be embarrassed Mrs.G you know you like the attention and I'm sure the men will be thinking about your pussy for a long time," he said.

With that last comment I was starting to feel David trying to take control again by letting me know that he knows I'm a cock teaser. 

"Thanks David, I'm glad then that you and the guys got a good look," I answered.

"I'm sure we all would like another look sometime, "he said throwing out the hint.

"Excuse me David, I see Jim waving me over, talk to you later," I said and walked away.

Jim was standing by himself which is unusual since he's very out going and everyone seems to like him.

"Hi honey," I said.

"I saw you with David and I didn't know if it was getting uncomfortable for you."

"Not really a big deal, but he was saying that he and he thought some of the other guys would like another look sometime."

"What did you say?"

"You called me over so I didn't say anything. I'm not sure what I would have said to him, he seems to be getting bolder now that he knows that I gave him a peek. I never should have teased him in the car otherwise he would be thinking he got an accidental peek like the other guys are thinking."

"He does know, and he has all the testosterone of a teenager, he must jerk off ten times' a day thinking about you," Jim said while laughing.

"Real funny, what am I going to do?" I asked not really expecting a real answer.

"I wish I had an easy solution Gloria, he's always going to be asking for more peeks and you know sooner or later just looking isn't going to be enough."

"I'll come up with something, I hope," I said with a weak smile.

"I know you will, I'm going over to talk with some of the guys, want to join us?"

"Maybe later," I answered.

I went and joined some of the ladies I know and we talked about our kids, husbands and generally chatting about everyday stuff. A woman that I know from seeing at the games and from the PTA meetings came over and said hello. She was in her mid 40's; shoulder length chestnut colored hair and had a very attractive figure. My husband refers to her as the one that looks like Jennifer Love Hewett and she does too!

"Hi Gloria my name is Jennifer, I don't know if you remember me, we were on a PTA committee for the school fair a couple of years ago and my husband Andy plays on the same team with your husband."

"Of course I do," I lied" how have you been?" I asked.

"I have to ask you something and I'm praying you won't get mad at me," she said looking quit serious.

Not having a clue what this might be all about" Sure ask," I said with a less than confident smile.

"Okay I'll just say it, last year at a cookout at the Millers house my husband told me he got a peek up your shorts and saw your bare pussy. Okay so I figured sometime things like that happen, but today he told me he the guys on the team were whispering to look at you when they were in the batters circle. He did, and for the second time in his entire life he saw up the leg of a woman's shorts and saw a pussy, isn't it odd that both times it was the same woman, you?" she said.




Ride Home



I could feel myself blushing, knowing damn well I was busted, and not sure how this was going to go. 

"I'm sorry," was all I could come up with.

She cracked up laughing, which I totally didn't expect.

"You don't have to be sorry, no harm was done, it's just that I knew you must have been doing it on purpose," she said still laughing.

"You're not mad that I flashed your husband, twice," I asked with a little smile.

"Gloria that's something I fantasized about doing for years, but just didn't have enough nerve to do it. Does your husband know you do it?" she asked.

"No it's my little secret," I lied.

"I understand, Andy would think I was crazy if I mentioned to him that I wanted to do it."

"You've never given a little peek?" I asked.

"I noticed my boss looking down my blouse one time while I was leaning over his desk to point something out on a contract. It was purely accidental, but I got so excited over it."

We exchanged a few stories about accidental, real accidental flashes, and were both in agreement that it was very exciting. While we were chatting a few of other ladies joined us so we had to change the subject. It was getting to be late afternoon and the guys decided to play another game of softball while they still had sunlight.

I was saying my goodbyes to everyone. I walked over to Jennifer and asked her if she was going to hang around. She said she had no choice because she drove here with her husband. I told her I came in my own car and would be more than happy to give her a ride home. She said that would be great and she went and told her husband she had a ride and would see him at home.

She lived only a few miles from my home so it wasn't out of my way at all.

"I hope I didn't embarrass you when I asked you about flashing my husband," she said as we drove out of the park.

"I was more afraid you might go crazy and start yelling at me, now that would have been embarrassing," I answered with a smile and we both laughed.

I asked her" Would like to get naked in front of someone without it being an accidental peek or would you be comfortable just giving a peek," I asked.

"You mean just strip my clothes off with them standing there looking at me?"

"Yes, something like that," I said.

"That would be so sexy, I would love to see whoever was looking at me, but no way in the world would I want him to know I was actually undressing for him, so I guess I would feel safer with just a tease and I'm not sure how to go about doing that," she said disappointed.

"I think I can set that up, if you'll agree with a few things," I said. 

"What do I have to agree too?" She asked.

"Mostly that you never tell anyone," I said

"I wouldn't tell a soul," she answered and added

"God, just talking about this is getting me excited."

"Yeah I know the feeling," I said and we both laughed.

I took her home and she asked me to come in for a cocktail, but I told her I had to get home, which I did. She told me to be sure to call her if I should come up with a plan.

The only plan I had from the start is to get David involved so I wouldn't be the only one he's interested in., but that just popped in my head when she told me she would like to flash someone. 

A couple days passed and I was starting to think I was making way too much out of David's attention and I came to realize I was thinking about him more often and I liked that he saw me. I masturbated several times thinking about him.

I was sitting at my desk looking out the window in my home office and our hot tub caught my eye. I wonder if Jennifer would like to have some wine in the hot tub and perhaps I could get David to hide in the hedge to peek at us. I'll tell Jennifer he's hiding there, but she shouldn't let on that she knows he's there. I'll tell her I asked him to peek on me and a friend I'll then tell David, I have this fantasy about him peeking at me.

"Hi Jennifer," I said calling her from my car while on my ride home from the train station after my daily commute.

"Hi, I was hoping I would hear from you."

"This is what I'm thinking. You know David from the softball team last week right," I asked.

"Yes, actually he's friends with my nephew Johnny and he's been at my house few times. He knows my sons also, why?" she asked.

"This might not be to your liking then, but let me tell you anyway," I said thinking David just might be too close to her family for her to be comfortable with my plan. I then told her about how I teased him in the car and again at the ball game. "To be honest with you Jennifer I've enjoyed showing myself to him and he likes looking," I said with a laugh.

"How old is he?" she asked.

"He's a senior in High school, and he's 18."

"Same as my nephew, David is a very handsome boy," she said.

"I was thinking of telling him that you and I were going to get together, have some wine and go in our hot tub nude. I'll tell him that I want him to see me nude, that it's a fantasy I've had since I gave him the ride home. I'll say you're going to be there also so he'll have to hide in the shrubs.

"Oh my God Gloria," she whispered.

"Just think it over and let me know. No one will be at my house this Saturday evening," I was saying when she said "I'll do it."

"Great, let me see if I can get David and I'll get back to you, see ya," I said and hung up.

"Hi David, this is Gloria, have a minute?" I asked.

"Hi, I never thought in a million years I would hear from you," he said and I could tell he was smiling.

"I don't know if you'll want to do this, oh hell, I damn well know you'll want to do this," I laughed

"Do what?" he asked.

"David, I've always had a fantasy about someone peeking at me when I'm naked, you've experienced my teasing. I think you're a very handsome, sexy young man and well I was wondering if you would like to see me naked again, but as a peeper instead of me just undressing for you." I asked.

"I can't believe I'm even hearing you saying that, I'd do anything for you," He said.

"Thank you honey, this will be so sexy and there's a little more to this also,"

"Like what?" he asked. 

"You know your friend Jimmy's Aunt Jennifer, Andy's wife from softball?"

"Sure I do, doesn't she look like."

"Jennifer Love Hewitt," I said.

"Yeah that's the one, what about her?"

"She's coming to my house on Saturday to have some cheese and wine and I mentioned to her that we could go in my hot tub she said it sounded like fun, so she'll be undressing with me."

"Wow, Jimmy and I always talk about hot she is, seeing her naked would be great."

I told him we would be on my rear patio near the hot tub and he could hide in the bushes that go right up to the patio fence.

He asked more questions about when to be there and if my husband and kids were going to be. I pretty much winged it as we spoke. I was starting to feel very excited about doing this. Planning something like this is a turn on also!

It was early Saturday evening. My husband was at his brothers' home down the shore and was going to spend the night so they could get an early start fishing the next morning. My son was with my husband and my daughter was at a sleepover at a friend's house. So that left me and Jennifer alone in the house. 

She was wearing shorts with a blouse and I was wearing Capri's with a tub top. We had a light dinner and got to know each other a little better. I really liked her and I believe she felt the same way about me. As it was getting darker out I could tell she was getting anxious about the hot tub show we were about to perform.

"Getting worried?" I asked.

With a laugh she said," no getting horny."

"I'm sure David is here so let's go out on the deck, sit by the hot tub, sip some wine and after about 10 minutes I'll ask you if you want to get in the hot and we'll wing it from there."

We usually have the lights off around the hot tub and only keep the ones in the tub on, but for better viewing I kept the lights on.

We strolled out to the patio and admired the beautiful evening, it was actually quite warm for spring. I'm glad we both knew that David was going to be hiding because while we were standing there we both heard a twig snap which would have made us wonder who or what was out there.

We sat on the deck chairs and sipped our wine.

"Jennifer, do you want to get in the hot tub?" I asked.

"Oh damn, I forgot my bathing suit. I had it ready since you mentioned we go in it and walked out of the door without it."

"No one wears a bathing suit in a hot tub, we'll go bare ass," I told her.

I understand there will be no Emmy awards given for this performance, but we had fun.

I faced the shrub line where I knew David was and pulled my top off, it felt so good to have my breasts free, especially since I knew David was looking.

As I was doing that Jennifer removed her blouse and reached around and unhooked her bra. She had beautiful breasts, big and well shaped with dark erect nipples. Looking at them made me excited. I pulled my pants down and stood there in my thong; I picked up my wine and watched Jennifer.

She unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them. She had hips that I've heard guys say about similar hips that they were made for fucking. She too was wearing a thong and made a point to have her butt face David's hiding place as she got her glass of wine. We were standing there trying to act casual when I whispered to Jennifer "David must be so excited looking at you right now."

"This is so sexy Gloria," she said with a smile.

We walked around and talked giving David a good look. Jennifer walked right near the edge of the patio and pulled her thong down giving our peeping tom a perfect view of her pussy, completely shaved I might add.

I followed her lead and took mine off also. I'm not shaved, but I keep it well trimmed.

We both heard another twig snap and I was thinking David would never make it as a sniper or a real peeping tom. The snap was to our left and then we heard another one right in front of us. Jennifer whispered that she's beginning to think there is more than one person in the bushes. I told her if there was I didn't know anything about it, which I didn't.

We went back towards the hot tub and we heard more noise in the bushes.

I said to Jennifer "do you think we should pretend we're deaf or if you're up to being naked right in front of him we can call him out and have him come up here.

"Gloria I'm so horny I would have no problem if he was here next to me."

"Who's out there?" I said sticking to the script that Jennifer wasn't supposed to know she was being watched.

I repeated "come on we know someone is out there, come here now."

David walked around the edge of the shrubs with a grin on his face and right behind him was another guy!

"Johnny is that you?" said Jennifer

"Hi Aunt Jennifer," I heard a young mans voice say.

"What are you doing here?" Jennifer asked.

David said," I better answer that. I asked him to come along with me to spy on Gloria." I shot him a look.

"Gloria mentioned that she was going to relax this evening in the hot tub and I figured she would be naked so I decided to peek on her. John called me this afternoon and asked me what I was doing this evening and I told him, Sorry Gloria, I had no idea Aunt Jennifer would be here too," He lied.

The whole time he was talking he was looking at my tits and Johnny kept looking his Aunt over. I looked at Jennifer to see how she was handling this and she had a sexy look on her face and didn't seem at all pissed off. 

I wasn't all that mad myself, mostly disappointed that David told someone, but this was very sexy having both boys staring at our naked bodies.

"Aunt Jennifer you're as hot as I always imagined you'd be," said Johnny.

"You've imagined me being naked?" she answered seeming surprised.

"Me and all my friends, you're a real milf," He said.

"Since I'm standing here without a stitch of clothing on will someone be kind enough to introduce me to Johnny," I said with a laugh.

Jennifer did the introduction explaining that Johnnies' father was her husbands' brother.

We were having a silent awkward moment when I suggested to Jennifer that we get in the hot tub. The boys looked surprised that they weren't being sent away, but at this point I figured Jennifer was apparently okay with her nephew seeing her and we both wanted David to see us, so let them stay.

The hot tub had steps on one side for easy access, but I hopped up with my butt on the edge and swung my legs around into the water. My legs were spread wide open when I did that and the boys got an eye full.

Jennifer hopped up like I did, but asked the boys to hold her hand so she wouldn't fall. David being the gentleman took her hand and was treated by seeing her shaved pussy open as she moved her leg into the water.

I asked the boys to get us our wine glasses as we sat back into the water.

They poured the wine and gave us our glasses. I was sitting back in the tub when Jennifer said "Why don't you boys join us."

I wasn't expecting that, but I suppose I should have figured out where this was heading.

"Great idea Jennifer," I heard David say. They both started to pull their tee-shirts over their head.

"Hey wait a minute," I said, while standing up and moving closer to get a better look. Jennifer who was down in the water stood up also.

"Okay now do this slowly for us, tee-shirts first." Which they both removed exposing nice firm bodies. David was tall and lean like I mentioned before, Johnny was shorter, but with a more muscular build. They both looked good!

"I want to see your cocks," Jennifer blurted out. She turned out to me a hot one!

I've always been the one that gave an "accidental" peek and never really gave much thought about seeing the guy naked, but when Jennifer asked the guys, I must confess I liked the idea.

The boys looked at each other for confirmation that they both agreed to do it and then started to take off their shorts and underwear.

"Do you like my cock Aunt Jennifer?" Johnny said. As he stood there with it sticking straight up

It did sound bizarre to hear those words, but at the same time very sexy.

"It's beautiful and you look good too David," Jennifer said in a whisper.

"Gloria, you are incredible, look how hard you've made my cock," David said. He posed with his hands on his hips with his cock looking so hard and sexy.

"You boys both have such sexy hard pricks, I love looking at them," I said.

"Get in the hot tub and enjoy the water," Jennifer said.

They climbed in and sat opposite us. As much as I was enjoying myself I was starting to worry how this was going to end. No way do I want, well okay I might want it, but no way will I have sex with high school boys no matter how sexy I think they are. Showing myself to them is bad enough. 

Fortunately, the boys weren't overly aggressive and weren't forcing themselves on us. As we talked and laughed they would reach out and touch a boob or put a hand on our thighs and slide them to our pussies, which was fine with me and I didn't notice Jennifer minding at all.

"Gloria stand up and show us your cunt," said David. It sounded more like a demand than a request, but I was turned on by it.

I didn't answer but I stood up so they could see all of my body.

"Stand with you feet apart," said David. Again I did as I was told.

"Open your pussy lips so Johnny and I can see everything,"

I reached down with both hands and pulled my lips open, both boys faces were so close to me. I felt like such a slut and loving it!

Jennifer stood up next to me and opened her cunt, not wanting to be left out, both boys were looking from her to me and back and forth. Jennifer and I looked at each other and gave each other a smile. We gave them a long look then both of us sat back down into the water. The boys looked dazed from this experience.

"It's getting late so we'll have to wrap this up soon," I said.

"My husband is going to wonder where I am if I don't get home soon," added Jennifer.

"I knew this would have to end at sometime, but I was hoping it never would," said Johnny.

"You can't send us home like this," David said while standing and holding his cock.

"That really wouldn't be nice," Jennifer said as she reached over and took hold of David's cock and started to stroke it. Johnny stood and moved in front of me, what else could I do but to feel his cock and start stroking it. Just holding such a beautiful young cock was great, but stroking it and hearing Johnny whisper how this was the hottest thing that ever happened to him, made me want to pump it like it was my own. I would glance over at David's cock while he was being pumped by Jennifer and I must say I was a little jealous that I wasn't jerking him off instead of Jennifer, but that was just a passing thought and I continued to enjoy Johnny. I could feel him tense, then a strong stream of cum shot out of his cock and landed partly on his Aunts side. Shortly after David shot his cum almost across the hot tub, God, the power of a teenager's orgasm!

Jennifer gave me a big smile and she said," Now that was hot."

We all sat back in the water to catch our breath when David asked" Is there anything we can do for you lady's?"

"No, thanks for the offer," I laughed,"this was quite enough."

Jennifer added "Maybe some other time." This put big grins on their faces. 

It took us about an hour to get the boys out of the tub, get dressed and leave.

Jennifer and I were now dressed and having one more wine.

"That was the most exciting thing I've ever experienced," said Jennifer.

"It was that for sure," I answered.

"I nearly fell over when I saw my nephew standing there."

"You seemed to handle it alright, "I said.

"Here I did, but can you imagine what it'll be like when I see him at my house?"

"I know what you mean I was wondering about that myself, what it'll be like when David stops by to see my son, fortunately he doesn't come over that often," I said.

"God that was so sexy looking at their hard cocks," Jennifer said.

"I know and didn't they feel so hot and hard," I added, "Christ we jerked off too boys!"

"Did you see how far the cum shot?" asked Jennifer.

"Did you know Johnnie's sperm hit the side of you?" I said.

"Oh my God, I didn't know. I guess with all the hot water splashing on me. Damn how hot is that?"

We sat around and sipped a few more wines and talked about the nights events. 

"Gloria, do you think we can do something like this again?" Jennifer asked.

"I think we've had too much to drink to make a decision like that," I said," speaking of drinking are you okay to drive home."

"Actually I better call my husband and see if he'll give me a ride."

"I have a better idea, why don't you call him and tell him you're going to spend the night here," I suggested.

She made the call and it was okay with her husband.

"Looks like I'm spending the night here," Jennifer said after disconnecting with her husband.

"Good lets get undressed and back into the hot tub, there's something else I have to tell you about myself." I said with a grin.



Ride Home



This story really requires having read Booty Call for it to make sense.  

*

Jen felt sick to her stomach as she combed out her long, black hair in the mirror. The dread that had filled her every day since Jason had forced her to do those nasty things all over campus was still there. She hated leaving her room, but like a robot she forced herself to go to class. Her campus, warm and safe for the past three plus years, was now filled with humiliating details. She couldn't even get to the dining hall without seeing reminders of her night. He had hit buildings in every part of the college, and even though she tried to block the memories, every time she looked up there was an image. She had managed, at least, to craft a path that scrupulously avoided the site of her final humiliation, where he fucked her against a wall while a small crowd cheered. She was thankful she hadn't heard anyone actually talking about her, but she was so on edge that every smile from a classmate became a knowing leer. Jen took a deep breath, picked up her book bag, and headed out to class.

Her second class was the worst, in the lecture hall where he had forced her to perform lewd acts. She could no longer sit in her customary seat in the front, instead hiding in the back of the room. She would listen to Dr. Gaines lecture from the stage she had been on, and it was all she could do to stay for the entire class. Her mind filled with images of how slutty she must have looked on the stage, like some immoral whore performing for her owner. She tried to focus, but was completely unsuccessful. She hoped she would be able to return to normal soon. As soon as classes were over she retreated to the relative safety of her room to study alone.

Karen, her freshman roommate, returned to their dorm that afternoon, bubbly and carefree as usual. She bounded into the room and handed Jen a flyer from her dance team.

"Our performance is Saturday night," she smiled. "Can you make it?"

"Sure, I wouldn't miss it for the world," Jen grinned.

"Great, I'm going to put out the rest of these on the bulletin boards."

Karen left and Jen turned to study the flyer. The bottom fell out of her stomach as she saw it's location: the old gymnasium. The place where he had forced her to hang on a basketball rim while he...ate her out. A wave of revulsion swept over her as the memory flooded back. There was no way she could go back there. 

Saturday evening came and Jen and several of her friends gathered to walk to the event. Jen did her best to play it cool, but was extremely distracted. Worse, the group took the shortest path to the gymnasium, right past the wall she had been avoiding. Jen couldn't help glancing at it as they walked by, the image of what had happened burning brightly in her mind, the cries of her passion seeming to still echo in the night. They entered the gym early and took seats in the bleachers. As the gym filled up, Jen scooted to the end. As the last one in the line of her friends, she couldn't get involved in their conversations and was left with her own thoughts. Her eyes kept wandering to the basketball rim. Even though she had been totally into it, it had been so wrong of him to make her do that. She was so absorbed in her memory she didn't even notice that she was staring at the backboard and squeezing her thighs together, stimulating her already hot core. 

"What are you looking at," a voice beside her shoulder purred, interrupting her thoughts. 

Jen's head snapped around and came face to face with a grinning Jason. She stared at him wide-eyed, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jason's eyes detached from hers and locked on to the basketball rim. He started to nod.

"Yeah, me too," he chuckled. 

His eyes returned to hers as his tongue licked his lips, sending a shiver down Jen's spine. 

"Well, you take care, Dollface," he grinned and tapped her foot as he left.

Jen tore her eyes away from his receding figure and forced herself to watch the stage hands. Her insides were completely jellified. Why did he have such an effect on her? Why did he have to come over and tease her? Jen thought about leaving just to get out of the place, but moments later the lights went down and the show started. Karen's dance team emerged to loud applause, and the audience focused on their routines. Everyone except Jen, who was lost in her own thoughts as she slowly turned from the stage to stare at the basketball rim, flushed in humiliation as she imagined herself naked and hanging from the rim as the entire gym cheered her.

Jen could tell her panties were soaked as her little group walked home. Mercifully, Karen was going to an after-dance party and would be out late, so Jen took advantage of the private time to pleasure herself. Try as she might, she could not drive the memories of what Jason had done to her away. Even her safe fantasies were being poisoned by either being watched or exposed. She finally gave in and allowed her mind to return to the gym, imagining hanging naked from the rim while Jason ate her out, a spotlight on her as everyone cheered and whistled. She imagined the shocked looks in the eyes of strangers. The image of her academic Dean drifted into her mind, disbelief on her face, and Jen came almost immediately. She was so worked up she kept at it, hitting orgasm after orgasm until she was finally too exhausted to continue. 

Jen stewed about Jason for the next few days. What he had made her do was wrong, and yet she had never told him off. He probably was dumb enough to think she was okay with what had happened. Back at her room after classes, she decided that she needed to tell him just how unacceptable his behavior was. She resolved to meet him to set the record straight. She called him just after lunch.

"Hello, Dollface," he answered easily.

"I need to talk to you. Meet me at the Student Union."

"No. I'll meet you at your dormroom."

"Jason, no," she said sharply. "The Student Union."

"You want to talk? I'll be at you dorm in twenty minutes. Take it or leave it."

"Jason, no," she repeated, but was met with a click on the line.

Jen shook her head in disgust. She had no desire to be alone with him, but most important was confronting him. If it had to be here in her room, then so be it. 

Almost exactly twenty minutes later there was a knock on her door. Jen took a deep breath, fixed a scowl on her face, and opened the door. He was leaning on the door jam with a bored smile. 

"What's up, Dollface?" he asked.

"Sit down," she ordered, motioning with her head.

Jason lurched off the door and sauntered past her to hop on her bed. He leaned back on his elbows and looked idly around the room as she closed her door.

"So what's up?"

"Jason," she said firmly, "What you did to me was wrong."

A smile cracked his face. "What did I do to you? Get you out of your shell?"

"You know perfectly well what you did. You forced me to have sex with you all over campus."

"Okay," he shrugged. "Dollface can't have sex on campus. Got it. Anything else?"

"That's not what I said. You purposefully forced me to expose myself."

"So the sex was rockin', you loved it, but you're too self-conscious about your own body to get naked," he smirked.

"Jason, it was wrong what you made me do," she said, stamping her foot for emphasis, her hands clenched in impotent fists. "I want you to delete those pictures I sent you."

"Nope," he shook his head, a grin peeking out.

"You are an asshole."

"I never claimed to be anything else," he chuckled, lacing his fingers behind his head as he leaned back against the wall, infuriating Jen with his cavalier attitude. "I'm just a squirrel looking for a nut. Don't blame me for an image you built yourself."

"You took advantage of me, and I do not appreciate it."

"Why? No one got hurt."

"That's not the point."

"Why not?"

"Well, because...," Jen stuttered. "It's just wrong to do those things in public."

"Says who?"

"It's against the law."

"So is speeding."

"This is worse."

"Really? Does it say in the Bible 'Thou shalt not get naked?'" he mocked.

"No," she answered, suddenly unsure of herself. "It's just wrong. It's against the law." 

"Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot that you're such a goody-two-shoes that you never would do anything against the rules," he grinned, pantomiming quotes with his fingers.

Jen glared at him.

"You would never speed. You would never eat a grape in a grocery store. You probably would never go in through an out door." He casually reached over for her pillow and peeked into the case, producing the tag on the pillow. "Do not remove under penalty of law," he read solemnly. "What a good little girl you are," he grinned in mock approval.

"This isn't funny."

"Actually, Dollface, it is," he smirked. Jason hoisted himself forward to look lazily at her. "Listen, I got it," he said with a blasé wave of his hand. "Happens all the time. A goody-goody lets her hair down for once in her life, has a blast, and then is mortified by the next morning."

"I'm not a goody-goody."

Jason chuckled lightly. "Dollface, I warned you," he grinned, his eyes twinkling "I told you to find a boyfriend, I told you that I was going stretch your boundaries. And I think I stretched a few of you boundaries that night, huh?" he nodded in amusement.

"Jason, I don't want to do things like that."

"I got it, it's cool. You're a prude. Good for you, now you know what you want. Sexually. And you and I both know I won't give it to you like that. You want to have the lights off, a quiet, romantic, gentle love making session. I'm sure you're going to make some boy very happy, under the covers, missionary position every night. But that boy ain't me," he bit, leaning forward. "And when you call me again, and you will call me again, you can expect that I'm going to leave you drooling, gasping for air and sore." 

"I'm not like that," she said defiantly, crossing her arms in front of her. "I don't want to do things like that."

"I already told you, this isn't about what you want." He said, standing suddenly. "It's about what I want," he woofed, gesturing violently to his chest for emphasis, suddenly filling the room with his presence. 

Jen stepped back from him as he advanced, finally stopped by the desk behind her. He moved into her personal space and caged her between his arms planted on the desk. His eyes were hungry as he came in, and Jen leaned back as far as she could. His forehead only a half inch from hers, their eyes locked, he spoke again.

"I want to fuck you like an animal," he growled. "I want to hear sounds torn from your throat that no human makes. I want you to blush every time you think of me."

Jen could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and looked away despite herself. He stared at her face for a few quiet seconds before standing slowly. 

"I warned you," he said pointedly. "I told you to get a boyfriend. I told you I was going to stretch your boundaries. You may be naïve, but you and I both know you ain't stupid. You wanted to get fucked and you knew what you were getting into."

Jen's eyes lunged to him and she shook her head vigorously. 

"No," she snapped back, wagging a finger at him. "No I did not know what I was getting into. You had no right. You should have listened to me when I told you stop."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he mocked, eyes suddenly livid, "I must be thinking of a different slut. One that was begging me to fuck her. You mean that wasn't you?" he sneered. "How dare you say you told me to stop," he roared, jabbing a finger into her face, his red with anger.

Jason turned his back to her as she recovered, stunned by the turn of event. Silence filled the room for long moments as she stared at his back.

"Jason, I'm not saying you raped me," she said quietly, eliciting a disgusted snort from him. "I'm just saying I'm not comfortable with what happened. That girl that night...that's not me."

Jason's shoulders softened as he exhaled, shook his head and stroked the back of his head. "Then who was it?" he asked quietly.

Jen looked down and shook her head. "I don't know. Not me."

Jason turned softly to her. "Well, I'd sure like to meet that girl sometime. She was fun. Looked like she was enjoying life for once."

Jen shook her head, eyes downcast and starting to water. "No. It wasn't me."

Jason stepped forward and caged her in his arms again. This time Jen didn't lean back and his face stopped in front of hers.

"Look at me," he asked softly, and Jen complied, studying his face. "Tell me you've ever cum that hard before."

Jen started to say something before the memory rushed in. Her pause had given Jason what he wanted, and she looked aside but not before she saw something in his eyes—Pride? Confidence? Lust?—as she felt herself blush. 

Jason pushed himself up. "That's what I thought. Me too."

Jen's eyes sought to his, wondering at the meaning of his last words. A small, sad smile forced its way onto his face, and Jen bit her knuckle, looking away in thought. The room was silent for a long moment.

"Well, I gotta get going," he offered.

Jen nodded, unwilling to look at him.

"We good?"

Jen nodded again, glancing again at his handsome face, seemingly devoid of malice. Jason held out his arms and a moment later Jen found herself stepping forward to hug him. They held each other lightly for a few moments before he released her. 

"Goodbye, Jen," he said softly, stroking her hair. "You got my number."

Jen nodded quietly as he turned and left.

***

With the end of her undergraduate career coming in a few months, Jen was trying to decide between work and graduate school. She lined up three job interviews and would be spending four days flying across the country to meetings with the companies. She had cleared everything with her professors and had arranged to get notes from friends. The interviews all went well and she finished with two job offers and was expecting a third by the end of the week.

Jen arrived early at the airport as usual but found her flight was delayed. She and hundreds of other passengers looked glumly at the monitors as flight after flight was delayed or canceled. Heavy storms in Chicago and the rest of the Midwest were wreaking havoc with the entire air transportation system. Morning turned to afternoon, which turned to evening. Jen had been sent all over Hartsfield trying to get a flight and she finally secured a seat on a connecting plane, even though she was told her luggage wouldn't make it. 

It was night when she finally landed at her local airport, almost an hour after its usual closing time. She stopped by a restroom to freshen up, and by the time she reached the curb she began discovering the awful reality: the last bus had left. All the other passengers had left. The airport was shutting down. Even the taxi stand was deserted. She started calling around to taxis and limo services, but they were asking outrageous fares to come out to the airport for her. She tried calling her friends, but most of them either didn't have a car or sounded smashed at a party. Jen studied her contact list. Mom and Dad couldn't help her now. There were two names left: her math professor from last year and Jason. She chose the math professor. The call went immediately to voicemail, and Jen discovered she had taken a sabbatical. That left Jason. Jen looked around and wracked her brain for another solution. If Jason was being a dick or didn't have a car, she would be forced to pay for a limo. Standing in her knee-length summer frock in the deserted airport loop she felt horribly vulnerable. She looked around, took a deep breath, and made her call.

"Hello," he greeted her.

"Hi, um, Jason, can I get a favor?"

"Depends, what's up?"

"I just got in at the airport and the last bus has left and there are no taxis. Can you come pick me up?"

"Uh, hang on a minute." 

Jen heard the sound of muffled conversation, one voice sounding like a female. She wondered if he was with his girlfriend. She felt a pang of jealously in spite of herself.

"How much stuff do you have?" he asked as he came back on.

"Nothing, my bags didn't make it. Just me and my purse."

"Oh, okay, I can come get you. It'll be about thirty minutes."

"Really?" Jen smiled, relieved. "Thanks a bunch."

Jen let out a contented sigh as she sat down to wait. Slowly, her thoughts turned to her predicament. Usually, Jason wanted something in return, but he hadn't asked for anything on the phone. Her mind ran wild with the possibilities, and it started to piss her off. He better not be a jerk when he came by, she was not in the mood for his perverted games. Jen sighed, opened her book and started to read as she waited for him to arrive. The rumble of a motorcycle alerted her to his arrival, and she looked up in shock as he pulled up next to her. She was not expecting a motorcycle. As he took off his helmet and dismounted, she rose to meet him.

"Jason, no funny stuff, okay? I just need a ride."

Jason's eyes hardened as he stopped. "Bitch, you better fucking change your attitude or I'm just going to leave without you."

Jen swallowed at his brutal response. "Um, thanks for coming to pick me up, I really appreciate it," she said timidly. "Please don't leave."

"That's better," he said and broke into a small grin. "Let's go."

Jason took off his jacket and handed it to her. She put it on and was practically swimming in it, hanging down to her mid thighs. Jason laughed at her and helped fold it up around her waist before taking the other helmet and standing back to look at her. Jen looked at the motorcycle apprehensively. She had never been on one, and was a little unsure of how to get on. She made a couple of half-hearted attempts before looking at him watching her intently with a grin. 

"What are you doing?"

"Hoping to catch a peek," he leered, glancing at her crotch.

"Turn around," she demanded.

"No."

"Jason, turn around," she repeated, stamping her foot for emphasis.

He grinned in a silent response, his eyes fixed on her. Jen could feel herself getting really upset.

"Please turn around," she begged.

"That's all you had to say," he smiled and turned to face the other way.

Jen sighed a thank you and appraised the bike again before throwing her leg over. She realized she wouldn't have shown anything anyway. Jason turned and handed her a helmet and helped her put it on before mounting and starting the bike. Jen wrapped her arms around him and they started with a lurch. Her helmet was pressed flat against his back and she couldn't see where they were going. She found it unnerving as they swerved and tilted and accelerated without her being able to see. She tried sitting up more, but his shoulders were still in the way, She leaned over to the left to try and peek under his arm. Again she was unsuccessful and she maneuvered to peek under his right arm. Suddenly they were stopping and Jason leapt off, spiking his helmet on the ground. Jen raised her visor in alarm.

"Jesus Christ, can you sit still?" he yelled at her. "I'm willing to give you a ride, but I ain't gonna be turned into street pizza for you. Com'on!" he snapped, smacking the side of her helmet and glowering at her.

"I'm sorry," she finally answered, wide-eyed in embarrassment.

Jason fumed at her for a few moments before picking up his helmet. "You almost made me lose balance back there." He paused for a moment, holding his forehead. "You've never ridden before?" Jen shook her head. "Well that explains a lot. Okay Dollface, it's like this. We got two wheels. If you lean when I'm not expecting it, we can tip over. If we're doing 70 and we tip, that helmet won't save you. So it's important to sit still."

Jen nodded vigorously. "I just wanted to see what was going on."




Ride Home



"Sorry, you're too short. Just hold on, okay?"

"I will," she promised.

"Okay, great," he smiled warmly and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll get you there safe."

Jason remounted and positioned her arms around his waist. He had her lock her hands together and pulled the sleeves of the jacket so that her hands were completely covered. Shouting over his shoulder, he told her he was fastening the sleeves together to help hold her in place. Finally, he reached back and pushed her visor back down, restarted the bike and they rode off. Jen found herself in her own world, a noisy, warm, vibrating world as she focused on holding on as tightly as she could. Her thoughts started to drift. Even though Jason could be a total jerk, he was often very nice, and definitely easy on the eyes. She wondered what he was like with his girlfriend, if he was nice all the time.

Jen dreamed she was on a date with nice Jason and he was taking her somewhere. She pressed into him as best she could, feeling his warm, solid body. Even though she couldn't see where they were going, she felt totally safe. Jen closed her eyes and smiled, snuggling him as best she could, being careful to sit as still as possible. Occasionally they would change lanes or hit bump, but Jen just held on. They hit another bump and Jason rose off the seat at little, taking Jen up with him. The rush of air whooshed underneath them and suddenly Jen was aware that her skirt had blown up around her waist.

"Oh my God!" she screamed. "Jason, you have to stop!"

She got no response and craned her head back to see if anyone was behind them. She yelled to Jason again, but he didn't respond. She could barely hear herself through the roar of the motorcycle, the wind, and her helmet. She figured he couldn't hear her either. With her hands tied tightly around his waist, she couldn't seem to do anything to get his attention. She screamed futilely again, mortified as they passed a car. They were going to see up her skirt! Worse, Jason pulled right in front of the car after passing them. Jen screamed again, feeling her skirt billowing up around her waist. She pressed her head into his back and clenched her eyes shut, praying for them to get away from the car. Even through the helmet she heard it—the other car honking.

"I think they like the show," a voice said, snapping her out of her embarrassment. 

Jen's head snapped up. "What?" she asked to the disembodied voice.

"I think they liked the show," he repeated. 

"How can I hear you?" she asked.

"The helmets have wireless speakers and mikes, so we can talk to each other."

"You heard me? Jason, my skirt is blowing up. You need to stop!" she screamed, exasperated.

"Why?"

"My skirt is blowing up!"

"Yeah, I know. Let's go show these truckers."

"No! Oh my God, no!" she yelled as she looked up to see them passing a semi. 

Jason cut in front of the truck and moments later Jen's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as the trucker laid on his horn.

"Jason, stop!"

"Just a few more, Dollface. Isn't this fun?"

"No, Jason, no!" she protested futilely. 

Jason ignored her and pulled in front of another truck. Jen screamed in embarrassment, feeling the headlights on her as her skirt billowed up around her. She was mortified as the truck again honked in appreciations. She yelled at Jason some more, but he just laughed at her humiliation. He accelerated and caught another truck and Jen started cursing at him, using language she never used as he forced her to display her panties to another trucker. Finally, they left the highway at the college exit. Jen yelled at him in helpless rage as they came to a stop at the light.

"You're an asshole!" she screamed at him, "I can't believe you did that!"

"Really?" he chuckled. "You really can't believe I did that?"

"You are such a jerk!"

Jason laughed at her. "Well, Dollface," he snorted as the light turned green, "we're getting close to school. I could do a few laps around campus to show you off. A jerk would do that."

Jen could feel herself blush scarlet. It was one thing to have shown her bottom to some anonymous truckers on the highway, but being shown off to her classmates would be completely horrible.

"No, no, oh God please don't!" she begged, squeezing him tightly. "Please don't. Please, please, please."

The light turned yellow and then red as she begged him to allow her to retain a shred of dignity. Jason shook his head in response. 

"I'm an asshole, remember? A jerk. An asshole would show you off."

Jen processed his words for a few seconds. "Jason, you are a really nice guy, thank you so much for being my hero and picking me up," she seethed through clenched teeth. "Can you please let me pull my skirt down?"

"Well, I don't know. Your arms are still tied together, it would be a little awkward to untie them while we're on the road. Any other ideas what we can do?"

"Can you pull my dress down for me?" she asked after a moments hesitation.

"Sure, I'd be happy to."

His bare hand settled on her bare knee and slowly started sliding up her leg. Jen looked around, horrified at being exposed under bright street lights as his hand approached her butt. He was going to grope her!

"Jason, stop!" she squealed, trying to pull away.

"Okay," he shrugged and put his hand back on the handlebars. "Guess we'll do a few laps around campus. I bet Main Street is packed right now."

Jen's blood ran cold at the prospect of being paraded down Main Street as hundreds of students watched.

"No! No, Jason, please."

"Your decision, Dollface."

Jen gritted her teeth, knowing she had no choice. Anything would be better than being shown off around campus. "Please pull my skirt down," she begged again.

"I don't know, wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Please? It's okay if you touch me."

"Now how can I resist an offer like that," he chuckled.

Once again his hand started wandering up her thigh and Jen braced herself. However, he simply reached back and tucked her skirt under her butt with only the briefest squeeze. Jen shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry. The light turned green and they roared off to campus. 

"I'm going to punch you so hard when I get off this bike," she threatened, eliciting a laugh in return. 

They pulled into the parking lot by her dorm and Jen patiently waited to get untied so she could slug him. She imagined how satisfying it would be to knock that smirk off his face. Jason took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars before squirming around so that his shoulder slipped through her arms, which were now around his neck. He stood and she went with him, as if she were a backpack. Jen was startled at the turn of events and flailed her legs around, but he simply caught her knees and walked to the entrance, giving her a piggyback ride. Jen yelled at him anew, but without his helmet she knew he couldn't really hear her. He walked up to the student hall monitors and spoke to them for a minute, motioning to Jen. Jen tried to knock off the helmet so she could say something but she couldn't get any leverage, and she wasn't sure what she would say anyway. Her evening was getting more and more ridiculous. Moments later they were in the elevator, Jen shaking her head in embarrassed anger. She almost had to laugh at the situation, but she wanted to hit him first. He walked her to her door, knocked, and dropped her off on her bed after Karen let them in. 

Jen sat patiently, waiting to get untied, waiting to get him alone so she could give him a piece of her mind. Finally he pulled off her helmet and she icily locked eyes with him. Karen was happy to see her, and Jen nodded politely as she continued to glare at Jason. He untied her arms and helped her out of the jacket, grinning ear to ear.

"Karen, can you give us a few minutes alone?" she asked.

"Sure," Karen said as she got up to leave. Jason turned to her.

"It'll be more than a few minutes." 

Jen couldn't see his face, but the sexual innuendo wasn't lost on Karen as she blushed and looked away as she left. The door closed and before Jen could start, he pounced on her, pushing her to her back, pinning her wrists by her head and laying on top of her, one leg between hers.

"Get off of me," she demanded.

"No," he grinned.

"Get off of me, jerk!" she repeated, futilely struggling against him, feeling his strength. Realizing it was hopeless, she gave up and looked away.

"So what did you want to talk about," he asked.

"About you getting off of me."

"Anything else?"

"Nope," she tossed her head, unwilling to look at him. 

"Did you want to thank me for picking you up?"

"Nope."

"Oh so that's how it is, you use me and then ditch me."

"Yep."

The room was still but for their labored breathing. Jen could feel his insolent grin as he looked at her. She suddenly struggled again but he maintained her grip and she gave up.

"That was really mean, what you did to me," she finally said, turning to face him.

"Picking you up from the airport?"

"No, idiot."

"Well, then what?" he asked with an innocent smile.

"Showing me off like that," she whispered, feeling a blush come over her.

"Showing you off? How did I do that?"

"My dress blew up around my waist and you made sure people saw me."

"I didn't make you wear a dress."

"I didn't expect to ride a motorcycle."

"So should I have just left you there?"

"No, you should have stopped and pulled my dress down."

"I couldn't see anything," he pointed out. "I didn't know what was going on."

"You totally knew! You could hear me the whole time!"

"What were you saying?"

"That my dress was up," she whispered.

"So?"

"So that was bad. It was wrong of you."

"Why?"

"It's wrong to make me show my body like that."

Jason's jaw drop in mock shock. "You were naked under your skirt? Why, Jen, I had no idea."

"No, I wasn't naked, it's just that..."

"Just that what?" his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Just that people were seeing up my skirt. It was wrong."

"Why? Who saw it?"

Jen frowned at him and his stupid questions. "Some drivers that you purposefully drove in front of." She couldn't help but imagine the looks on their faces as they got an eyeful of her panties. At least she was wearing full panties, if she had her thong on she would have been mortified.

"You loved it," he grinned as he looked into her eyes.

"No, I did not," she countered.

"Really? Then what are doing?" he asked as he glanced down between them.

Jen's eyes widened in humiliation as she realized she had been rubbing her crotch against his thigh. She stopped immediately and looked away, embarrassed to find that she was soaked.

"I'm try to get you off."

"Dollface, that ain't never gonna get me off," he smirked.

Jen could feel her cheeks burn in shame at the implication of his remark.

"You're bad," she pouted, looking away.

"Yeah," he agreed with a grin. "I'm bad." He released her wrists. "You should slap me."

Jen frowned at him anew and gave him a tiny slap. 

"Bad boy," she said.

"Why?" he asked innocently, pushing his thigh into her crotch. "What did I do?" 

"You made me show my body to strangers," she whispered huskily as she started to grind on him again, eyes in his. His subtle nod enticed her to continue. "You knew my dress had blown up and you purposefully showed my bottom off to passing drivers. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was humiliating."

"What did they see?" he asked, the sexual undertone unmistakable.

"They saw my panties," she said, a naughty grin sliding over her face. "They saw my little...pink...panties."

His eyes turned to pools of liquid sin as his nostrils flared. Jen marveled at her sexual power, how a few simple words turned him into an animal. 

"You fucking slut," he groaned and stared into her eyes for a long moment before grabbing both sides of her face and kissing her passionately. 

Jen dove in with him, furiously grinding her pussy against his thigh as their tongues battled, hands roaming each other's bodies, her small moans filling the room. He started kissing her neck and slipped a hand under her skirt. Pulling back, he ripped her soaked panties off so hard one of her flats went sailing across the room. He held it to his nose and inhaled sharply, eyes deep in her. Discarding them, he leaned forward and bit her inner thigh, making her yelp in surprise. 

Jason gathered the hem of her dress and started to pull it off of her. Jen stopped him and tried to untie the bow in the back, but he was so impatient he reached behind her and in one violent motion tore it open. Her dress cleared her head and a moment later her bra was off. He pulled off his tee as she fumbled with his jeans, racing to get him naked. He rammed himself home in one hard thrust and she screamed. She raked her nails across his back, marking him as hers as their lips locked again. They fucked like frenzied animals until he pulled out and flipped her over. He placed a hard smack on her ass before entering her from behind. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulled back roughly, causing Jen to moan loudly, her neck arching up as he started pounding her. Sounds that no human should make forced their way out of her throat as they fed off of each other's desire. The sensations were too much and Jen came hard as he slammed into her. 

Jason flipped her back over and threw a leg over his shoulder as he remounted her. He clamped a hand around her throat and choked her, but Jen was so lost in the moment she didn't care. He let go and crushed a kiss on her as he started to cum, leading her into the abyss with him. Finally he stopped and lay on top of her, cradling her head between his cheek and bicep as they caught their breath. His lips planted soft kisses on her cheek.

"Fuck," he finally groaned and lifted himself off of her. He looked at her silently for long moments, both of them still breathing hard. "You make me lose control," he confessed, shaking his head.

Jason slid off the bed and Jen watched him as he got dressed. She pulled a sheet over herself, her body tingling all over. He pulled out his wallet and tossed a few twenties at her. 

"What's this?" she asked as she looked at the money.

"I'm sorry about your dress. Buy yourself a new one."

She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head. "No," she said, shoving the money back into his pocket. "You buy me a new one."



Ride Home from Roommate



Story

Joey and I were roommates in college for a few years. We got close through the years as we belonged to a men's group which was about personal growth and sharing experiences. So beyond the typical, "we're in school together going through mid-terms, finals, projects, etc.," we got closer than I did with most of my friends in college.

I had a break from school and Joey offered to give me a ride home to just outside Pittsburgh, where my family is and where he was going to visit a girl he'd dated in school and had since re-located. I was so fucking stoked to get home and see my girlfriend. Myra had a great fucking body, with nice, round, large tits that were firm and totally fuckable. I'd blown so many loads on her tits, neck and face and couldn't wait to get home and do it again. She also had such a nice, tiny, fuckable ass and a sweet, sweet pussy that I ate every night I was home. But, I digress...

It was getting late as we were driving - the total drive would take about 6 hours. Joey and I were just talking most of the time, about school, about our families, about our fathers, etc., etc. We shared a humungous laugh over the time he barged into my room while Myra was visiting, and she was on the floor sucking my cock to her heart's content. Fucking hysterical; he closed the door and got out as soon as he'd come in, but I think both Myra and I were turned on by having someone watch us...more on that later.

Anyway, Joey gets to telling me how much he appreciates our friendship, what a good roommate I am, how open and understanding I am of how he chooses to live his life. Joey had previously disclosed to me that he was bi-sexual and while I personally couldn't wrap my head around it, I didn't care. He wants to go fuck chicks one night and suck dick the next, so be it. He had plenty of "guests" in our apartment of both sexes, which really was baffling, but whatever, he had fun. I got my fair share of chicks in school; my girlfriend didn't ask - she was smart that way, just like I didn't ask about what she did while I was gone. In any event, Joey was just expressing his gratitude at how I accepted him for who he was. 

I said, "Dude, we're friends; we're more than friends, we're like brothers. We've helped each other a lot and your friendship means a lot to me, OK? I also really appreciate you giving me a ride."

"Well, Marty," he says, "I appreciate the brother comment, but don't want to make this any weird than it might already be."

"What?"

"You know, Marty, I didn't want to give you a ride back home just to give you a ride. I wanted to run something by you and see what you think."

"OK, what is it?"

It's starting to get very uneasy in the van at this point. I'm thinking he's going to ask me to borrow some money (which he'd done before and had become a sore point in our friendship, but he paid me back and blah blah blah...), or tell me he's dropping out of school, or some other bullshit.

Joey continues, "Well, I just wanted to really express to you my appreciation for your understanding who I am, what I do and who I do it with, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," I said. I'm wondering why he's hanging on this point. 

"Can I have a cigarette?" I ask him, as I had been bumming from him the whole ride.

"Yes, of course you can," Joey says, "can I suck your cock?"

"What?!"

"Can I suck your cock?" he repeats, so nonchalantly.

"How can you ask that with the same tone and level of aplomb with which I asked you for a cigarette?" I ask him a little angrily. "I mean what the fuck? Why would you think you can just say, 'Hey, let me suck your cock?' and I'd be game for it?"

"Listen," Joey starts to explain...He's real timid at first, but I get the impression he's been working on this for a while. "Listen, you are clearly an attractive guy (I'm 5'10, 180lbs., lean in good shape, with light brown moppish hair and green eyes, he's shorter, much thinner, with curly brown hair that goes just below his shoulders), I saw your fuckin' hammer (8" circumcised, and I keep the hair to a bare minimum) when Myra was blowing' you that one day and I mean it when I say I want to express to you my appreciation. I want to show you how much I appreciate your acceptance of me and your understanding of my lifestyle by sucking your cock until you come...down my throat, on my face, in my hands, however you'd like to do it."

I'm pretty fucking angry at this point. "What the fuck makes you think I'm gay, or that I'd like you to suck my cock?" I ask, glaring at him.

"I know you wouldn't. To be honest, that's what makes it so fucking hot for me."

"Oh, well I'm so glad it'd be hot for you, but who gives a shit about how weird it'd be for me, huh?"

"That's not what I mean, Marty," he says, and I can tell he had an answer for this already. "How well does Myra suck your cock?"

"That's none of your fucking business and this is going a long way towards this fucking conversation ending VERY quickly."

"Come on, dude, tell me, how is she...on a scale of 1 to 10?"

"I don't know I'd give her about a 7, maybe an 8."

"OK," Joey asks, "what about any and every other girl you've ever gotten a blowjob from, how good were they? Any of them reach a 10 on your scale?"

Now that he mentioned it, I can't say I've ever really gotten a fully, mind-blowing blow job; not from any of my girlfriends, nor any of the various other women I'd dated or slept with over the years. Some were good, got it nice and hard and sucked really hard; others got it nice and slobbery; some could take all 8 inches all the way down their throat, but that was about it - once they got it there, they didn't know what to do. I couldn't think of a single woman - Myra included - who I'd been with that combined suction, saliva, deep-throating talent that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Well," I finally respond to him, "maybe not, but so what? What does that matter?"

"The only thing that matters is that I can do it," Joey triumphantly declares. "I can suck your cock, slobber all over your balls (I have a pretty big sack, again trimmed hair very short), I can take your cock all the way to the back of my throat while sucking really hard on your wet, slobbery cock completely covered in my saliva. I can choke down your choad and swallow your fucking jizz while simultaneously massaging your cock with my throat muscles. I will suck and lick your balls, get them all wet and slobbery soaking with my saliva...I'll tongue your asshole if you want me to, I will do it all! You will NOT have to do a single thing to me. You don't have to look at me, you can close your eyes and pretend I'm a chick, you can call me Myra or Nancy or Suzie, whatever the fuck you want to call me," he proudly declares.

"Can I call you my cock-sucking little faggot?" I ask. Then I stop; I don't know where the fuck that question came from. It's as if I was so caught up in his description of a truly unbelievable blowjob that I was sold. I'm NOT sold, but what the fuck just happened? Where did that come from? I'm not fucking gay and I'm not into some dude sucking my cock, so why would I actually WANT to call this guy a cock-sucking faggot?

"Yes, you can call me whatever you'd like...and you don't have to feel ashamed about it, either," he tells me. It's as if he's reading my thoughts and can tell how very uneasy I am about this, but he can also tell - like a fox hunting its prey - that I'm now seriously thinking about this. "Look, Marty, I just want to make you comfortable about this. We don't have to do this here and now - although we can pull over whenever you want. We can do this when we get back to school; we can do this sometime over the break if you'd like to meet up. We can never do this if you're not really comfortable with it."

I ask him simply "Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'?" he asks. I've already told you why.

"No, I guess I mean why me, why here, why now?" I'm so fucking hesitant and it's like I'm searching for a reason not to...of course at this point, my cock has been twitching a little bit in my sweats. Not hard, but twitching, stirring, getting interested in where this is going.

"Because I want to suck your cock, without reciprocation, until you come however you want to, OK?" He knows at this point I'm interested - Hell, I'm more than interested to be honest. I'd been so horny about getting home to Myra (and I hadn't jerked off or had sex for a week since I always like saving up big loads for her) that I was getting pretty fucking excited about coming, period.

"So, what are the fucking rules, here? What do I do? What do you expect of me? You might be like, 'Oh, dude, this is no reciprocation,' but then I come and you'll be like, 'OK, it's my turn.' That shit is NOT going to happen, dude, I'm telling you right now."

"Listen," Joey says, "that's exactly why I want to suck your cock. I know you're not interested in reciprocating. I know you're not gay; I know you have no interest whatsoever in touching, doing - hell, even seeing my cock. That being said, the one thing I would ask is that I can jerk myself off while I'm sucking your cock. If you're OK with that, which is the one and only thing I'd ask. Other than that, I'll do whatever you want, however you want, as many times as you want. What do you say?"

"I say you're fucking crazy!" I tell him, but I really am getting interested at this point. 

"Let me get this straight," I ask, "we'll...we'll what? We'll pull over here somewhere?"

"As soon as you want."

"Then what, you get down in front of me, pull my cock out and suck away?"

"If you'd like. Or, we've got all that space in the back of the van (there's a bench in the far back and a pile of blankets in front of it - it's a total fuck wagon, to tell the truth); you can spread out on the bench and I could go to TOWN on your cock and balls, if you'd like."

I start getting into this; I'm pretty much fucking sold at this point and my cock is starting to get a little hard. "OK, so I can call you my little bitch, cock-sucking faggot..."

"I'd fucking love that," Joey interrupts.

"...dick-smack your face with my cock..."

"Please," interrupting again.

"...face-fuck you with my cock and make you slobber all over my balls..."

"God I'd love to," he keeps interrupting.

"...without so much as a THING in return?"

"NOTHING. I don't want another fag, I want a fucking man and that is what you are."

My head is spinning...does this make me gay? No, I'm just getting my cock sucked, that's all. I want to come and someone (who happens to be a dude) is going to make me come. That's all, nothing else, period.

"Pull over," I tell him.

It's stone silent as we wait for him to get to the next exit, which is about 3 miles away. I decide to break the silence by testing this shit out...truly if there's any breaking point, I'm going to fucking find it...

"You're going to crawl on your knees to the back of the van where I'll be sitting on the bench. Using ONLY YOUR MOUTH, you're going to untie my sweats, pull them down with your mouth, get them off of me and start slobbering on my cock and balls, you little fucking faggot."

"Yes, sir."

He fucking said "sir" and my cock stirred! I don't know how to explain it other than this just became very real, very sexual and very fucking hot.

"That's right," I tell him, "you're only to call me 'sir' from now on. I am your cock-fucking-master and you are my little faggot, sissy little fucking bitch aren't you?"

"Yes, I am sir."

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask as he gets off the exit.

"Sorry, can we stop a second while I find a good spot?" Now he's interrupting me in a bad way, but he's got a point...

"Yeah, sorry, that's a good idea....you fuckin' faggot!" We both have a hearty, awkward laugh over that.

We drive for about another 5 minutes until we pull into an off-off-off-road, go down about a mile while I smoke a cigarette and then climb into the back as he parks.

After turning out the headlights, shutting down the engine, and turning on the inside overhead light, Joey does exactly what I told him to do. He climbs out of the driver's seat and crawls over the blankets to where I'm sitting on the bench. Without saying a word, but looking beseechingly up into my eyes, he pulls on the drawstring of my sweat-shorts with only his teeth and then pulls the sweats down. Expecting to see Myra first, I went commando and he's pleasantly surprised to see that beneath the shorts is nothing but my slightly hardening cock.

As I'm thinking "put my fucking cock and balls in your mouth," he envelopes my (now 6-inch) cock and my sagging balls into his mouth and it's as if he's been saving up his saliva just to slather up my cock n'balls. 

It feels so fucking good I can only moan at this point..."Uuhhhhnnnnn, that feels so fucking good."

"Mmmm hmmmm," he hums into my cock and balls. He's massaging my nuts with his tongue and swirling that same tongue around my balls, up and over my big sack to my cock, which he gives a little suckle to. He applies just a little bit of suction to the entire package, which makes my cock more than twitch, shoot out to its eight inches and forces him to drop my nuts out of his mouth. He goes back and forth between sucking (lightly) on my cock to swirling my nuts around his hot, wet mouth.

I decide to get into this now. "That's it you little fucking bitch, suck my fucking cock! Take that fucking shit, you little fucking whore! You like that shit, don't you, you fucking faggot?!"

"MMMMMM HMMMM," he again hums. He pulls my package out of his mouth and tells me, "yes, sir, I love your cock. I love your balls, I lo..."

Smack! Right upside the fucking face I smack him with my cock!

"Take that you little bitch!"

Smack! I start slapping him in the face, across each cheek, on each eye with my now fully-fucking-hard cock. 

He smiles and looks me right in the eye. "Please, sir," is all he says.

I know what he wants.

"OK," I say, "take just one of my balls in your little fucking faggot mouth."

He does as I tell him and pops one ball in. Again, he's like a fucking water fountain with how much saliva he manages to get all over my ball. He swishes it around his mouth, gently, softly caressing it with his tongue. He still maintains perfect fucking eye contact with me and as I'm looking down at his total subservient, begging, pleading eyes, he's looking up into my rabid, ravaging fucking eyes, hungry to feed this little fucking mouth whore my rod.

"Both balls, bitch."

Just like that, he sucks my other nut into his mouth and continues to tongue-bathe my nuts with his slithering, slicked-up tongue. He's so fucking good at tonguing my balls that his tongue is reached all the way past my ball sack to my taint, which he's also coating with saliva and is driving me fucking crazy.

He sees in my eyes just how much I like this as I'm grinning from ear-to-horned-up-ear and as I groan out my approval, he starts humming again into my balls and taint. 

"Hmmmmmmmm, hmmm, uhhhnnnnn, uuuuuhhhhhhhnnnn, hmmmmmmm," is all I fucking hear from his little cunt-mouth, while he continues to look up at me, begging for me to smack his little fucking cock-sucking face with my dick. 

He sees that in my eyes, too and with his left hand he grabs my cock and starts smacking his face with my cock - just the same as I was doing it, first his cheeks, then his eyes, only now he's doing it harder than I was. It doesn't fucking hurt me at all; in truth it feels fine, but he's got no hesitation like I had when I was dick-smacking him. I was at least a little concerned about hurting his face, but he doesn't give a fuck, the little faggot! 

Smack! Onto his left cheek.

Slap! On his right eye, which makes him wince and squint a little bit, which totally turns me on but is also a little funny, since he did it to himself.

Whack! He slaps his lips, his mouth, side to side on his cheeks.

He's slobbering away on my balls, sucking one, then the other, then both, left, right, both, then tonguing my balls together, plus my taint; all the while he's hitting his fucking eye sockets, his cheeks, his nose, harder and harder. I'm fucking moaning just gutturally now, "grraaaahhh, yeah, you fucking gaywad fucking faggot sonofabitch, suck my fucking man-meat, you little fucking mouth whore, get that fuck-tube of mine in your little fucking faggot face, cocksucker!!"

He readily and immediately obliges....AND IT BLOWS ME THE FUCK AWAY!

Without skipping a beat, he takes my cock all the way down his throat in one fail swoop. He fucking slobs my knob all the way down, the full fucking EIGHT INCHES, straight down his dick-sucking throat.

Again, with just the guttural moans. 

"GRRARAHAHGHGHGHARHAHHHGGGGGRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!"

Then he starts with the fucking moaning, "Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnffffffff, Uuuuuuunnnnnnngggghhhhh,"

It's all you hear in the van for a few fucking minutes, his slobbering, my groaning, his humming.

I fucking break the silence again, "OK, you little fucking faggot, now I'm going to fuck that little priss face of yours. I'm going to pound away on that little bitch, pole-smoking tunnel of mouth for my fucking pole, you got me, bitch?"

Moans of approval are all I get in response, "Mmm, Hmmm!"

Like nothing, like a move from my old wrestling days, I turn over and I've quickly got him pinned on the ground, my knees on either side of his head, my upper frame resting on my elbows on the bench. I've got him perfectly situated to fuck his mouth like it's Myra's pussy and momentarily that's exactly what I imagine. I start pounding away and he says nothing, he doesn't moan, he does nothing but maintain positive suction on my cock and keep it well lubricated with his spit (where does he have it all saved up?!?) as I plow away into his mouth.

I decide to play with this scenario as well; "Yeah, Myra, you've got such a tight little pussy, don't you bitch? You love my cock pounding your fucking pussy, don't you? You're such a dirty, little, nasty slut, aren't you, bitch?" I'm fucking driving my fully-hard, straining, veining, bulging fucking prick in-and-out of this little cocksmoker's mouth while I'm closing my eyes thinking of plowing my girlfriend. He heard me, he plays along, he doesn't say or do anything, but he sucks and sucks and sucks.

I'm about to fucking come, real fucking hard, so I stop. I crawl off him and have a seat on the bench. He looks at me and heads for my cock and I simply wave him off. Joey gets it; he heads to the front of the van. He takes a long drink of water (I'm still fucking impressed with how much saliva he's able to generate!), he lights up a cigarette and heads slowly to the back of the van. I can see by the little light overhead as he looks at me hungrily, and then shifts his gaze to my cock. Joe approaches, hands me the cigarette, from which I take a long pull, and he gets on his knees in front of me and goes right back to work.

Two words: Circus Seal.

He's properly salivated my cock again and is up-and-down on my hard fucking monster like a...well, like a cock-sucking little bitch. And from my vantage point, all I can see is his head bobbing up and down, with his long, curly hair bouncing up and down while he takes my fucking dick all the way down his throat, then up, down, up, down, on and on, etc.. 

I even start to think he is a chick; all I can see is the light brown, curly hair going up and down and my cock feels like it's in heaven. I let him know what I think about this...

"You know what, you little cock-sucking bitch, you look like a fuckin' chick from where I sit. I can totally pretend you're a real fucking whore and not just a cock-sucking faggot if I just look at your bouncing head of hair. I think I'll just call you Joanna from now on, how does that sound, cocksucker?"




Ride Home from Roommate



"Mhhhmmmm hmmmmm," Joanna responds and the humming from Joanna's mouth sends white-hot sparks of pleasure up my cock, up my spine, straight to my brain. 

I immediately react by grabbing his fucking head and just slamming this dick-hungry slut up and down on my cock. Joanna was not anywhere near negligent in his dick-swallowing, sloppy-slurping duties, but I had to take control. I start slamming his fucking head up and down on my cock. What I didn't realize at this point was that even while I'm telling him what a woman he looks like, he'd taken his cock out and was stroking it really fucking hard. This threw me off a little bit, but he looked up at me and his eyes told me - as he's slurping on my cock - that my telling him what a woman I thought he was just turned him on all the more. 

Testing my theory, I ask, "Do you like being called Joanna, you little whore?"

Popping my cock out of his mouth, he simply replies (in a sweet bitch-like voice), "Yes, sir. I'd love for you to call me your girl." And just like that, he's, I mean she's right back on my cock.

"OK, Joanna, you can be my sweet little girl for now, but you're NOT my girl. You're my nasty little, pig-faced, whore-mouthed, dick-licking, ball-sucking girly-girl bitch, get it?!"

Again she responds emphatically with the "Mhhhmmmm hmmmmm," and just starts sucking harder and harder on my pole. I don't know how to this point I haven't cum - I really do have a lot of come stored up in my balls - but I'm starting to get driven over the edge. As I'm wondering how much longer I can hold on, Joanna just takes fucking control, puts each hand underneath either of my knees, picks my legs up and slams her tongue right into my asshole.

It's like I didn't know what to expect at all - which obviously I didn't - but I've got this tongue up my ass. She didn't lick around the rim, she didn't kiss my cheeks or play around the rosebud; she stuck her tongue straight in my ass and just started plunging in and out. I'd never had a tongue up my ass before and it was just the sexiest fucking thing I ever experienced, this slithering, slobbering tickling fucking joy-wand delicately and insanely driving into my asshole - it was the hottest fucking thing I could imagine. Before I knew what the fuck was going on, I started to feel myself come.

I quickly regained composure of myself, threw my feet down, grabbed the back of Joanna's head, stood up a little bit and fucking screamed, "HERE IT COMES YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH, OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND LOOK AT ME, YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

Joey looked at me like a kid who finally got his ice cream after doing all his chores, adoringly even - he was so grateful to have made me come that his gratitude showed in his eyes, which was so perfect because that's exactly where I aimed my first shot. I couldn't even say anything intelligible; I simply groaned and yelled as I blasted my first huge rope of cum onto Joey's face, "takeityoufuckingfaguuhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhgggrrrgrgrrgraahahhhuuunnnnnnhhhh!"

After my first blast of cum - and just as I was thinking to do the same thing -Joey grabs my cock w/ his right hand (as he's stroking his own cock to orgasm with his other) and slams it into his mouth, again taking it all the way down his throat. In sync with that, I just pound away at his face; I grab his fucking-faggot-ears and fuck his face for all its worth while he hungrily, greedily pulls on my cock with his mouth, vacuuming up the come from deep within my balls. I look down at him and as he's looking up at me, happily, with come-covered eyes and face, I notice he's jerking his cock and coming all over the floor of the van himself.

"Yeah, yah fuckin' fag, blast your fucking spew because you're so fucking turned on by sucking my fucking man-meat and eating my choad. Take it all you fucking bitch and spunk it out your own dick!" I'm still coming at this point and he's just slurping and slurping away. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I'm totally fucking lost in ecstasy from this true professional of eating man-juice. 

"God, you are such a good cocksucker! You are the best fucking cocksucker ever to have sucked my cock, you fucking faggot!"

"Mmmmmhhhhh Hmmmmmm," he hums into my cock, causing one last twitch from my dick to feed him more spunk.

Joey then pulls my cock out and just starts smacking himself all over his face...he's rubbing my cock in my spew all over his face and then popping my cock back in his mouth to make sure he sucks all the cum from his face - now on my cock - into his hungry fag throat.

"God, you're fucking good!" is all I can manage.

"Thank you," he says over and over again as he starts massaging my balls while dick-slapping himself with my cock. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my big fucking man."

We let this all settle down for a minute. Joey goes up and gets a couple of smokes, which we enjoy together on the couch, both our cocks hanging out. 

"I enjoyed the fucking hell out of that!" I tell him.

"I knew you would...do you feel weird now?"

"A little bit, I guess," I admit. "I'm not crazy about your cock hanging out, but no doubt, dude, that was the single best blowjob of my fucking life."

"Well, thank you. As much as you've told me you've never gotten a '10,' I guess that means I did OK."

"Joey, you did way fucking better than OK. THAT FUCKING BLOWJOB GOES TO ELEVEN!"

We both crack up at the Tap reference and sit a little quietly, enjoying the cigarettes and not worrying about too much else. 

Eventually, he offers, "want me to suck it again?"

As awesome as that actually sounds to me, I decline. "No, thanks dude - I have to savor this for a little while. I don't want to sound weird, but I don't want to do this again too soon. Not because I feel weird or gay about how much I enjoyed it, but because I really want the absolute fucking enjoyment of that to sink in, you know?"

"Yeah," Joey nods, "I understand...can't get too much of a good thing, right?"

"Right."

We decide to get back up into our seats and continue our journey back to the highway, down the pike to the 'burgh....until we see a sign up ahead which reads, "next exit 5 miles" and eye each other curiously...



Ride Home From the Beach



This is kind of a strange way to tell a story... it's actually the first one that I ever wrote. I had posted it on a webpage that I had for a while and people liked it so much that I decided to write more. 

The thing that makes this different is that I took an email that an ex-boyfriend had written to a friend of his from college and rewrote a bit for a story. I had decided to break up with him and so started looking around for whatever pictures and video he had of us. He really liked to photograph me and I was into it as well. I just didn't want to have a lot of naked pictures of myself in his hands after I broke up with him. In the process of searching I found a copy of this email in a box of photos. I found the original on his computer as well... so I know that he sent it and I know who he sent it too. That'll be something you'll want to remember in the next story I post. If you don't, that's ok, I'll remind you.

I corrected some of the typos and grammar, but other than that... it's pretty much what he wrote about a ride home from the beach, but told from a guys viewpoint rather than my usual way of telling my stories.

So here goes....

Ritchie, 

How the fuck are you man, things going ok? Things are going really well here. Getting ready for school and all that bullshit, you know the drill. 

Anyway, I'm sitting here drinking a beer and smoking a joint and maybe cause I'm buzzed or what ever, but I have to tell you about something wicked cool that happened last weekend. I've been busting to tell someone and you are the guy.

This past July, Jenn and I decided to go to the beach for the day. We got all our stuff together, loaded up the cooler with beer and packed a little weed. The beach we decided to go to was about 3 hours away out on Cape Cod. We got an early start to get maximum sun time at the ocean. The day turned out turned out to friggin great, it was hot and the beer was cold and Jenn was killer in her bathing suit. The cape is pretty cool, I hadn't been there before but the beach was cool. Anyway, that's not the main point of this email. 

Around 3 in the afternoon we decided to call it a day and head for home. 

I had my hotrod convertible running pretty good and so that's what we took, lucky for me. The only real problem with the convertible as you know is that there isn’t any air conditioning in it and it was still wicked hot out. 

Well, we weren't in the car 5 minutes and Jenn started bitching about the heat and that she was getting uncomfortable in her bathing suit. I don't know what she expected me to do. I told her she should've taken a shower before we left the beach, but she said they were disgusting, something about a dirty diaper or some shit... I don't know. She was uncomfortable in her damp suit. We were on some back roads and would be for another hour, so more to shut her up than anything else, I told her to recline the seat way back and just take the fucking suit off. 

Jenn can be pretty shy at times and she just gave me a look that said, "Yeah right, think again". But I asked, who could see in the car, we're on a two-lane back road. She didn't say anything but a few minutes and reclined the seat to check out the position, but was still nervous about the idea. Laughing, I told the reason she didn't want to do was that she didn't have the balls! 

Dude, that girl cannot resist a dare. I bet her $50 that she didn't have the nerve to ride all the way home bareass. As I said, Jenn couldn't refuse a dare but this one had her close I think. I knew I had succeeded when she started trying to get better terms. She wanted to go only to the highway. I told home or nothing. She thought about it and finally she reluctantly accepted. She got her seat reclined as far as it would (almost lying on the back seat) then removed her bathing suit top, after a couple of minutes when she got comfortable, she took off the bottoms. 

I spotted a pullout and turned in. She looked at me wide eyed as I took her bathing suit and beach cover and put them in the trunk. She wanted to know what I was doing, I told her that was going to be part of the deal, she couldn't have any chance to cover up or she'd lose. If she decided that she wanted to give up then I'd pull over and get her stuff for her. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she didn't like that wrinkle.

I cranked up the tunes on the radio and fired up a joint figuring she could use to relax a little. While she was toking on the weed, I grabbed a couple of beers out of the cooler and gave her one. The ride was going really well. 

This was first for me; I mean it'd be cool having a bareass babe no matter what the car. But I have to you; it's just so cool to be driving along in a convertible with beautiful bareass, naked woman sitting next to you. Jenn looked like she had gotten pretty comfortable too, She commented on how much cooler it was to be out of the bathing suit and just lying back watching the clouds. There was a lot of traffic getting from the beach to highway, but I guess that's pretty typical for the Cape. About 30 minutes later we hit the highway and really started cruising along. 

We passed a couple of trucks but no one seemed to notice. Jenn asked whether or not I thought anyone could see her. I told that at the speed we were going, I didn't think so; people would be paying attention to the road. I knew damn well that anyone with pickup could get a great view if they just looked over. 

Can you just picture it dude... man it was so cool. About this time I was getting really horny and it was getting the better of me. There's only so long you can be sneaking peaks at a nice juicy pussy lying there in the open without having to do something... and Jenn has got one sweet pussy. Maybe I'll show some pictures sometime if you get me drunk enough... LOL! 

I got some tanning oil and started rubbing it into her legs and slowly worked my way up. Jenn seemed to like me rubbing her legs; it was my turn to be surprised. I figured she would put the brakes on any sexual activity while being so exposed. Goddamn, was I wrong? She was so fucking into it. When I worked my way up to her pussy, she just opened her legs wide, hooking one around the stick shift and the other by the passenger door and let me do whatever I wanted. It was a fucking fantasy come true. Again, you just have to picture it if you can... it was fucking awesome.

My hand was slick with the tanning oil and I started pulling on her pussy lips and the spreading them to get to her clit. I slid one finger then another into pussy and started to finger the hell out of her. I had all I could do to keep my attention on the road. Jenn was moaning, her eyes closed and she started to rub her tits, pretty soon she was twisting and pulling on her nipples. 

I know you've noticed them before, but dude you have no idea how big those things are. A baby would get stretch marks around its mouth trying to suck on those. She started really getting into it; I think the chance of getting caught had her hot as hell. She told me she wanted me to rub her clit, so I rolled it between oily fingers and she started moaning to raise the dead. She took my hand and started to finger herself with my fingers. She was rolling her ass back and forth; her eyes were closed and moaning, totally caught up in the sex. I thought I was going to blow a gasket; I just wanted to pull over and fuck the living shit out of her on the side of the road. I might've if the traffic hadn't been as heavy as it was.

While all this is going on, I notice that traffic was starting to slow down up ahead. There had been an accident or something. As we're slowing down I realized that we might be stopped right next to a tractor-trailer. I expected Jenn to start getting nervous but she was so worked up and the music was so loud in the car that I don't think she even noticed that we were slowing down. 

I was getting nervous but figured what the hell; what could I do now. I couldn't pull over or anything, traffic was too heavy and it was already backing up, besides, it's not like we knew anyone here. This was just one of the risks of doing this kind of shit. Still, Like I said, I was a little nervous about some guy checking Jenn out, but on the other hand it'd be cool in a way to let them have a show. 

I had never really thought about other guys checking out my girlfriend, but the more I thought about it, the hotter I thought it was. I think Jenn looks really hot, so showing her off sounded perfect; it had me hard as a rock thinking about some stranger checking her out. You wouldn't believe how soft and sweet her pussy is. 

By this point, Jenn is really hot, she's ready to pop and she starts telling me how she wished she could have me in her, she needed something bigger than my fingers. I turned to look at her, her eyes were still closed and she was still pulling hard on her nipples, rolling them as she pulled. She has really puffy areolas and between them and her fucking huge nipples, they had to be swollen out over an inch. It was incredible; she was more excited than I had ever seen her. She was almost literally on fire.

By this time, the traffic had pretty much stopped and we were right next to a truck, I looked up as the driver looked down, what a double take. I motioned for him to be quiet; I didn't think Jenn knew where she was just then. Between the car stereo and her moaning, she wasn't aware of anything else. She hasn't got much muff hair; not shaven, she just doesn't have much. I am going to have show the pictures when you come up.

So the view the driver was fucking fantastic. A beautiful women excited as hell, her legs and pussy spread wide open as she's playing with her own tits. I decided to give Jenn something a little bigger and put on a show for the trucker as well. I took the suntan lotion bottle, it was about 2 - 2 1/2 inches thick with a nice smooth rounded bottom and maybe 7 or 8 inches long, and started rubbing it up and down her pussy. Jenn bit down on her lower lip as I spread her pussy lips with the bottle. She started to moan and to push herself onto the bottle; she was begging me to fuck her with it. She moved one hand down and started rubbing her clit while still playing with her nipples with her other hand. I had never seen her so worked up... she was a wild woman. 

I slowly slid the bottle in until it was buried deep in her pussy and then started to slowly pump it in and out like I was fucking her. I guess I wasn't doing it fast enough or something because the next thing I know she pushed my hand away and took the bottle herself and started to really pump and twist it. It kind of oval, so I guess the twist must've been magical, I continued to play with her clit and pull on her pussy lips. She was getting to the edge of a major league orgasm. 

I looked back up at the driver and he had a video cam and was hanging it out the window pointed down at Jenn recording the whole thing as we sat there in the traffic. I couldn't believe the whole situation. I'd never seen Jenn so uninhibited. I certainly had never seen her masturbate herself and here she is in the middle of the fucking highway giving me, and unknown to her at this point, a stranger a show to die for. I took the bottle back from Jenn and really started to give to her, turning the bottle and rocking it back and forth. That was it, that brought her over. She pulled both nipples out as hard as I've ever seen a nipple stretch in fact I didn't know you could stretch them that far, it was fucking amazing. As she was about to go over the edge, she opened her eyes. 

When she did she found herself staring into the lens of the camcorder and the eyes of a man she never met. She screamed "oh my god" and came like I have never seen before or since. It was almost like she wanted to stop but just couldn't and that seemed to make it even more intense. She just stared at the guy as wave after wave were just rippling through her, I could see her belly rippling as the spasms wracked her body. Her pussy was contracting so hard that it pushed the bottle right out. She never let go of her nipples and she's starring at the trucker who got it all on film. When it seemed like it was over, I picked up the bottle and slid it back into her and began moving the bottle and she immediately started to come again, this time finally closing her eyes. 

She ended up coming 3 times in less than 2 minutes. All the time we're inching along in traffic. I finally pulled the bottle out with a wet little pop; she moaned softly and then just relaxed putting her arms back and over her eyes. She never even tried to close her legs. She just lay there with her pussy gaping wide open, looking freshly fucked, juicy and bright pink. The trucker, I'm sure got some great close-ups of her afterwards. Jenn was just lying there trying to get her breath. After a few more minutes the traffic started to open up, I took one last look at the trucker, he gave me thumbs up sign and a big smile as I pulled away. 

I think Jenn fell asleep and I popped another beer and thought about the whole thing. It was still only 4:30 or so in the afternoon, every trucker must have gotten the word about our car because every time we passed one the driver made it a point to get a look at Jenn. I would ease on slowly by so they could get a good view. I was still so horny from this thing that I thought I would burst. After another half-hour I saw a sign for a rest area and I needed a leak bad, Jenn was still sleeping legs still spread wide with her arms over her head. I was nervous about stopping, but figured I'd park a little off from other cars, make a quick piss stop and be on my way. Everything was going according to plan, the rest area was pretty packed but there was some spaces a fair walk from the rest rooms that didn't have many cars around. So I parked and checked on Jenn, she was still sleeping. I decided not to bother her and I went to take a piss. On my way back out to my car noticed 4 or 5 teenage guys walking over to check out my car. 

Now I know it's cool hot rod and generally draws attention, but I'm thinking, now what the fuck am I going to do? 

I decided to just sit at a picnic table and watch their reaction when they saw Jenn in the car. They were next to the car when one looked inside and saw her. It only took a couple of seconds for the rest of his buddies to notice her too. They looked around to see if anyone was coming and not seeing anyone who obviously owned the car coming toward them, started to check Jenn out. One of them ran back to his car and got a camera, when he got back he started snapping pictures. To the other people at the rest area it just looked like they taking pictures of the car. I let it continue, I thought it was really pretty hot actually, until one of them leaned in and started taking what I assumed were close-ups of Jenn's pussy. When I saw another one lean in to touch her, I figured I'd better put an end to the game. I started walking quickly toward the car. One of them looked like he was playing with Jenn’s tits so I yelled, "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING"! They didn't hesitate, they just turned and ran to their car and bolted out of there. 

I got into the car and checked Jenn out as I got back on the highway. She seemed no worse for the experience except her nipples were all puffy and swollen again. Her legs were still wide open and her pussy lips were also wide open and she was wet. She was acting as if she were sleeping but her breathing said otherwise. I lit up another joint and passed it back to her pretending to wake her up. She put the seat up a little and got another couple of beers out of the cooler and smoked and drank without saying too much. When we finished the joint she asked how I was doing, I told her I thought I was going to burst from blue balls. She asked if I had enjoyed showing her off. I thought about bullshitting her, but I had to admit that I thought it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. 

"Good", she laughed, "I did it for you, I hoped you'd like it". 

She shifted position putting her head in my lap and she pulled my dick out from my shorts and started to give me one hell of a blowjob. She's the best cocksucker I have ever met... fucking incredible! She loves to suck cock and it shows. I wish there was some way you could experience it sometime.

Unfortunately, I was way too worked up to enjoy it for long. But she was really into it, to the point of wiggling her ass in the air a little at passing cars. I don't know if anyone saw her or not, I was having trouble just driving. I just couldn't take it and blew my load in no time at down her throat; I didn't even try to hold back. She sucked me dry.

When she finished, she leaned into the back seat and got us a couple more beers. She moved back into her seat again. It was dark now and she was a bit braver I guess, because she moved the seat up to an almost normal position instead of totally reclined. I asked her if she knew the kids had been outside the car. She said she did, but didn't want to let them know she was awake. She said one must have taken almost a whole roll of her and that he had put his camera right up to her pussy for a close-up. When she didn't wake up, he gently pulled on one of her pussy lips opening her even more for his camera. When one of the other ones saw him do that, he leaned in and rolled a nipple between his fingers, saying to his friends "look at the size of her nipples, they're fucking awesome". (I agree by the way and think you would too if could've seen how big they had gotten!!) That was when I came up and chased them away. I told her it seemed to excite her a bit. She said she had never felt so helpless. I asked when she would have finally woken up; she just said, "I don't know, I kinda liked it to be honest". With that and a sly smile, she reclined her seat again and went back to sleep. 

When we got home, she got out of the car still totally nude and walked across the parking lot to the door of my apartment block, I caught up, unlocked the door and let her in. I went to hand her robe, but she said I'm not home yet, with that she walked down the hall and gave my neighbor across the hall who was coming out of his apartment quite an eyeful. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open as I unlocked the apartment door and let her in. I smiled back at him as I closed the door.



Ride Home to Step-Daddy's



Let me begin by saying that I am a sexually active 18 year old. My mother left my father to remarry a man I had never met. I got to stay with my father because my mother didn't want to be loaded down with baggage.

Little did she know that her new husband would bring his 19 year old son and 18 year old daughter to live with them. My dad didn't have time to monitor my behavior and when he found out I like to fuck, he sent me to live with my mom. See, I had fucked most of my dad's friends after one of them got a hold of me for the first time. So...

My mom sent her husband Dave and her step son (my step-brother) Ricky to come get me from the airport since she was still not done preparing my room. I would have to share the room with my step-sister Carla. 

I spent the majority of the plane ride hot and bothered because this older man next to me kept looking down my shirt. I kept wishing he would stick his hand under my skirt and finger fuck me. He didn't. I guess he was intimidated by my 18 year-old voluptuous body. See, I am nice and curvy for my age. Not skinny and not fat. I have thick hips, a nice round ass, and my boobs are just right at a c cup. This is thanks to my Mexican heritage. My legs are also nice and thick. I have learned that men love it. I love men and prefer them over boys my age. Their dicks are bigger to suck on and I have always had a Daddy complex. 

This "Daddy" complex is what gets me in trouble in this story. See, when Dave spots me I can tell that he is flabbergasted at what he sees. I look nothing like my mom. She is skin and bones. I get my curves from my father's side of the family. I am wearing a short mini skirt (which is the trend) and a fitted white t-shirt. The shirt contrasts nicely with my tan skin and black, long hair. The shirt is henley style, meaning it buttons up to my bra and then lets my cleavage hang out. (Most people wear a tank top under these type of shirts). I am also NOT wearing a bra and I am NOT wearing underwear (but he can't tell yet).

Along with Dave is Ricky, who is having a bit more of a problem controlling his eyes. I go up to them and introduce myself as Bella, his step-daughter. After an awkward meeting, Dave and Ricky walk me to their car. Their car is a two-seater Mercedes Mclaren. I thought to myself, "Man, this dad makes bank!" The problem with the two-seater is that I had nowhere to sit except for on Ricky's lap. This was a problem because, remember, I have no underwear on.

Ricky and Dave got in the car and I settled myself on Ricky's lap. I was already horny from my plane ride, and Dave wasn't making it any easier. He was wearing a nice cologne, he was very handsome in an older man way. And he was very authoritative, which I LOVE. Ricky was also hot for an 19 year old. He had a nice tan (not natural like mine). He also had dark hair and sports build.

My mom's house was about an hour's drive from the airport. It's a huge estate in the boonies. So, I tried to make myself comfortable for the long ride.

Dave asked me what type of music I liked and I told him anything. Ricky said he liked rap music so he put it on a rap station. They were playing "Oh" by Ciara. It's a slower, grinding kind of song. So, I start moving my hips slowly, grinding on Ricky's lap. I am really getting into the music. The friction on my pussy from the grinding is sending me over the top. I am so lost in my dancing and grinding, that I didn't realize my mini skirt had hitched itself almost completely all the way up. At this point I also felt a raging hard on coming from Ricky's lap. Yummmm! I thought. I just wished it was Dave's dick below me. I thought what the heck, Dave (my stepdaddy) may not notice me grinding my new step brother because he seemed to be on a business call.

I continue to grind slowly and firmly on Ricky's dick. At this point he has his hands on my hips and is guiding me closer and closer to his dick. His dick is fully erect through his shorts and my pussy is not covered. I start to rub my pussy on his dick through his sports shorts. Ricky's breath was getting shallow in my ear. I felt him slip his hands from my hips to under my skirt. His fingers found my pussy and began rubbing my clit as I continued to grind Ricky. 

I was so into it, I didn't notice that Dave was off the phone and was watching the action while trying to drive. I could see his hard on through his jeans. At this point, I said "Fuck it". I hitched up my skirt and revealed my nice tan ass to Ricky. I said to Ricky and Dave, "I want to fuck...my pussy is so wet. I want a dick in me the whole way home." I was a little worried about what they might think, but their hardon's gave them away. 

Ricky immediately pulled his dick out of his shorts. I awkwardly lifted myself and he guided me on to his dick. I started grinding slowly on it. Occasionally I would contract my pussy to tighten my grasp. As I did that I would life my ass ever so slightly, teasing Ricky's cock. I looked over and noticed Dave jacking off while driving. This sent me over the edge. His dick was HUGE. Ricky's was pretty big also. I started humping Ricky's cock faster. I leaned back against his body and placed my feet on the dash board. I put his hands between my legs and told him to rub my clit while I fucked him. I continued to bounce up and down on his dick until he came in me (birthcontrol). Ricky was spent, but I was just starting. I looked out the window as I continued to rub myself to another orgasm. A man in a truck was looking over at us. I smiled at him and continued to rub.

Dave continued to jack off, but I bent over and started sucking his dick while he drove. I used my hand to jack him, while I sucked his head. I told him to pull over and switch places with Ricky. Ricky was excited because Dave never lets him drive his car, but Dave made an exception this time. Dave got in the passenger side with his dick out and ready for me. I sat on it, facing the front window and I fucked his dick. I grinded and grinded. 

"Oooh, your dick is so FAT!" His dick was big, but it was fat. It stretched my hole so big. I kept fucking it anyway. "Fuck me daddy! Fuck me while my brother watches. Fuck me while other people watch, daddy." 

"Do you like it, daddy? Do you like your little girls pussy?" "Uh..huh, yes, fuck me baby" Never mind that we had just met. 

I fucked him till he came and I came. Then Ricky pulled over to the side of a rural road. I got out with my skirt hiked up still. I propped one of my legs onto the hood and told Dave to put his dick in my ass. I felt his fingers playing with my ass, lubing it up. Then he slowly inserted one finger into my asshole. Then I felt him slap my ass cheeks with his dick a few times before it found my asshole. The tip of his dick put pressure on my asshole as it resisted. Slowly he pushed and pulled until his dick was all the way in. Then I told Ricky to bring his dick to my pussy. He rub his dick along my pussy then lifted me onto his dick, as he sat on the hood. He sat on the hood, I was on his dick, and his dad was standing behind me, fucking my ass. All of us had clothes on. They had their dicks pulled out, and my skirt was hiked up. We fucked with both of their dicks filling me up, and ahhh, it felt great. 

Then we headed home where I would see my mom and meet my stepsister. Did I tell you that I love pussy also? Rooming with a hot girl will be fun!