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Road Trip

By: sweet throat(f)



It was my senior year of high school, and my 3rd and final year as a Varsity Cheerleader Team... Rah Rah and all that stuff. There are two things that really come back to me in the way of memories about those times... Jealousy and Competition amongst us... and Road Trips! I'm gonna skip the petty stuff and go for what you guys always ask me about. In this case, I'm gonna tell you about one of the basketball road trips we went on. 

We were on our way home from a disastrous loss at the hands of another high school that we should have beaten big time! Our supposed State Championship bound basketball team got slaughtered! The ride back home on the bus was about 4 1/2 hours, and the first hour was spent yelling and screaming trying to blame it on anything. Finally, one after another started to drift off to sleep. Rain pelted the windows. It was just downright dreary and depressing. Linda and I were the only two cheerleaders still awake. 

The others were curled up in their seats dreaming. Most of the team had drifted off too. Linda and two of the last 5 guys announced they were turning in too. Linda asked me if I was gonna hang or jet, and I looked at the three guys left awake. They said they weren't ready to go to sleep yet, if I wanted to hang out with them. So, the four of us were there in the back seat of the bus talking. 

We got to talking about their upcoming college plans, and then dating. We laughed, because not one of us was dating anyone at the time. I told them I'd be their girlfriend until they found someone. They seemed to like that a lot. We started posing all sorts of scenarios as to which nights I'd date who, etc. I told them we could "double date". or "triple date" to solve that. The next thing we were arguing about, was what if one of them wanted to make out with me. What would the other two do? Hahahaha I remember just sitting there with my arms crossed under my breasts shaking my disbelieving head listening to them banter. That's when the conversation got tense. I asked them what would be wrong with sharing me at the same time? That's when one of them, Hank, whispered. "You mean.. like in sex and stuff?"

I must have been looking down when he said that, because when I looked up I saw all three of them staring at me like a steak dinner. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure why not? But, everyone would get the same treatment no favorites or individual favors. That's when Devon blurted out. "How about right fucking now?" I shushed him, and looked around quickly and nervously too, wondering if I had made a mistake in what I had just proposed. Everyone else, except for the driver, appeared to be asleep, and the only noise filling the air was the hum of tires on the water soaked highway. 

"What have you got in mind, " I asked? There's not much we can do here in these confined surroundings. " Burt whispered, "First, let's have a feel of those beautiful tits of yours, baby. " I bit my lip as I pulled up the front of my sweater, exposing them to my appreciative boyfriends. Hank was the first to reach out and touch them. As a matter, of fact, he wasn't timid at all; because of the way he just filled both his hands and proceeded to massage them roughly. He pulled me sideways onto the seat where I now lay on my back with my head in his lap, and my legs in Devon's lap. He was running his hands up and down my legs while Burt got on the floor and started sucking on my belly button. Hank had bent down and began kissing me fully on the mouth, as I felt Burt's tongue move from my belly button to my breasts, sucking and licking me to pure lust and desire. 

Then I felt a finger slip up my thigh into my panties and into my pussy I arched my back at this and moaned into Hank's mouth sucking tongue like I was gonna rip it out of his mouth. As I opened my eyes to Hank shifting position, he ordered Burt to grab the duffel bag on the seat in front of him and they positioned it under my head and neck. I was panting and moaning louder as Devon had succeeded in getting his second finger into my twat. with his other hand somewhere under my ass lifting it up and down his plunging fingers. I heard the familiar zip of a fly, and looked up to see this big cock now hanging down in my face. I didn't even think. I just opened my mouth and accepted the gift.. My ears were filled with "holy shit". etc. as I sucked away at the cock in my mouth. 

Two more zippers made their presence known, and I suddenly came to my senses.. With a mouth full of cock, I tried to protest what was apparently going to happen. when a comforting voice said, "don't worry Lisa, we are just interested in blowjobs right now. " With that, I stopped fighting and sucked. I felt the heat and hardness of another cock rubbing over my tits and those wonderfully talented fingers working between my legs Suddenly, what seemed like only a minute, Hank grunted and told me he didn't want to make a mess, so I'd better swallow all of it I did. I gulped hot cum from the jerking cock in my mouth. So thick and gooey was the cum. I swirled my tongue lovingly around the head as the last of his cum oozed into my mouth. Hank pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled down at me. I remember looking up and smiling. licking my lips and mouthing "thankyou". 

Next came Devon.. His beautiful fingers pulled from my pussy, and as I started to protest, Hank and he switched places. Devon put his fingers to my lips and watched me suck and lick my juices from them. Then, he moved forward and with his hand around the base and his fingers in my hair. he pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. Devon's cock was about the same size as Hank's had been, so I felt really comfortable with it moving in and out of my mouth. He'd pull it out just enough to take turns pushing it into each cheek from the inside.. He told me later, I looked really sexy with his cock head trying to push it's way thru my cheek. Men.. I tried to scootch up some so I could tilt my head back further.. knowing it would be easier to take more of him in my mouth. and throat. *smile*.. which I was pretty sure none of them knew about yet. 

Devon was a stud. he took his time much to the whining of Burt who was constantly insisting that he be given his turn. Then, I felt Devon push forward.. felt his weight behind his thrust. knew he was now testing the limits of my ability to take more and I did. I felt hands mashing my tits.. and the constant fingering of my cunt. when it hit me like a tidal wave. I came just as Devon's cock found it's way into my throat all the way. 

He began fucking my throat... three short strokes, and then he'd push it down the length of his shaft until my tongue reached out and licked at his balls... He kept this up for what seemed like 4 or 5 minutes... I couldn't really tell for sure... I was too busy remembering to breathe when he pulled his cock out to where he let me lick and suck on the fat crown.. 

"Okay, babe... I'm gonna cum, but you best be swallowing it, Lisa. Don't be spitting my seed out either. " He came Gawd, did he cum... jerking and pulsing cum.. I almost choked during the first burst of cum. In his excitement, he had pulled back to where a blast of cum went partially down my windpipe. but like a good girl I swallowed. As I thrashed around between the two invading pleasure giving objects, I came again. and again. Later, they told me they were worried that I'd wake up everyone on the bus. So they made sure my mouth was always full.. And the did... keep my moans of ecstasy muffled with plenty of cock. 

Reluctantly, Devon withdrew. I watched as each inch of his long cock slipped surrealistically from my mouth I lay there in a daze. panting and swallowing.. still feeling like I had more cum to swallow. I had my thighs locked around Hank's wonderful hand not willing to turn loose for anything. Comforting words followed. "Don't worry, Baby.. I'll make it up to you later. " With that assurance, I relaxed my death grip on his hand, groaning deeply as he pulled it back. 

But now, Burt wanted his turn and he wanted it now! As Hank zipped up and moved away, Burt pushed his way to my face and grabbed a chunk of my hair and tried to stuff his fat cock in my mouth. I quickly turned my head to the side to avoid it, which followed with a sneering hurting remark. "Open your mouth whore!" I wasn't a whore! I started slapping at him, and Hank moved it to calm things down. Big tears filled my eyes, and trickled down my cheeks. The pouty look on my face confirmed my hurt feelings. Burt's anger and frustration suddenly turned to apologetic gestures. 

Before he could gush out more, I told the two of them that I was going to the bathroom, and would be back in a few minutes. I could tell that it was difficult for Burt to release his grip on my hair but he did. I found the quiet solace of the bathroom, as I thought back about what I'd just done. I still didn't think I was a whore. horny, maybe. but not a whore! I washed my face and straightened my skirt and sweater then went back out to the boys. 

Burt was the only one awake now Hank had evidently gone back to his seat too.. As Burt attempted to speak, and I shushed him with my fingers to his lips. He had this big hurt puppy dog look on his face. I can still see it in my memory today. I sat beside him and put my hand on his thigh, and gently rubbed his leg as I whispered to him. I haven't forgotten about you. "Smile" I was just saving the best for last. With that, his face broke into a big broad smile. I told him he'd have to be very quiet and TELL me if he saw anyone moving at all! I wasn't about to fuck up now. Literally, or so I thought!

I crawled up on the seat and knelt beside him. slipping my hand inside his open trousers, as I bent forward to kiss him At first he balked at kissing me, but as soon as I had my fingers wrapped around his dick, he whimpered like a baby into my mouth. My mind reeled as I became aware of how big around his cock was in my hand. Both of his hands had slipped under my sweater and were kneading my breasts. It felt soo good. Suddenly, I made a dangerous decision. I straddled his lap, as I worked his fat cock through the opening in his pants. 

Breathlessly, I stared into his handsome face and told him to move my panties aside. As he did, I worked the head of his cock up into my pussy and let out a long sigh as I slid down over it. I cupped his face in my hands, and said. "Don't make any noise. Just let me do all the work okay?" He just nodded his wrinkled head at me as I put my arms around his neck and began slowly working my hips up and down the hot meat impaling me. Ummmm. I can still feel it He lasted about 1 minute. maybe less. I knew when he was ready to cum It was in his eyes. We both locked eyes and held on tight as his cock swelled inside me, pulsing and squirting cum deep in my pussy. As I felt him soften and slip out I slid off his lap to the bus floor and took his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked our juices from it. 

I wiped my mouth on the towel someone left on the seat and stood to blow him a kiss before I turned and went to my seat with Linda. She was smiling as I sat down. I wonder how many others watched what we did in the back of the school bus that night.. I'll try to write more later. There was actually a really cool followup to this trip *s*

Road Trip



Marie started college right after high school. She and her friends were young and full of adventure. Every Friday and Saturday night they would make their way into the clubs in town and would dance and drink and generally have a great time. Once in awhile, one of them might meet a guy and "get lucky". Marie was never really interested. She liked guys enough (she had had no fewer than six boyfriends in high school, two of them at the same time senior year!) but she didn't meet any guys who really interested her. However, she could party like the rest of the girls.

In junior year, the girls had pretty much worn out the local clubs and decided to take a road trip.

The girls hired a bus and off they went to the big city for what one of the girls termed, complete debauchery and fun. Marie laughed at the enthusiasm the girls were showing, not really up for "debauchery", but definitely up for some fun. So, off they all went.

The ride was long, but the girls sang and laughed the whole way and wondered where they would go first having heard of a few great places from various friends. Marie was sitting near the front of the bus and laughing along with the rest. She noticed that the bus driver was smiling the whole time as he listened to the goings on. He was a nice looking guy of about 40, not a hunk or even close. A bit overweight and balding with a nose that was just a little too big, yet, he really had a nice face that Marie just couldn't help but glance at from time to time. He didn't seem to notice the attention he was getting. 

Once they got to the hotel and checked in, the girls all went out and began to carouse like there was no tomorrow. One of the girls even snuck off to one of the restrooms in the third club they were at and got it on hot and heavy with one of the guys there. They ALL got a kick out of that. Marie was having fun also. She was drinking Rum and Cokes but was taking it very easy. She really didn't want to get drunk since she had wanted to do some sightseeing the next day AND she didn't want to get stuck in a situation with some creep who might try to take advantage of her. She wasn't sure if she was horny or not, even though a few guys she saw DID get her juices flowing a bit and she DID dance very sexily with one guy at the fifth club they attended. He was all over her and they even kissed deeply at one point as he slid his hand onto he fanny and gave it a little squeeze. She played along and gave his crotch a little squeeze too. He seemed to like that, but then he noticed his girlfriend come out of the restroom and politely excused himself. Marie just laughed to herself and was, in a way, grateful they didn't hook up. The guy was certainly cute enough and she could tell from her little squeeze, he was pretty well endowed, but for some reason, she just wasn't interested.

After a little while, some of the girls were ready to head to the next club, a couple had already left with someone they had met and two actually had left together to head back to the hotel, having had no luck with any of the guys, they made it clear that they would experiment with each other, just to get off for the night. The girls weren't sure if they had been kidding and quite frankly, they were all (well, all but Jennie) turned on just a little bit by the thought. However, it didn't fit in with all of their own plans and it was quickly forgotten. Marie just wanted to head back to the hotel for a little quiet. The noise of the clubs was getting to her and she hadn't met anyone she really was interested in anyway.

When she got to the hotel, she wandered into the bar for a night cap and to listen to the quiet music being presented by the piano player. She sat down at a table and just felt nice and mellow. The music was nice and relaxing and Marie settled in to her seat. After a few minutes, she noticed the bus driver sitting at another table several feet away. He hadn't noticed her and seemed to be simply relaxing himself. She stared for a minute or two and smiled a bit to herself. He really did have a nice face and out of his driver's uniform, he looked very approachable. Marie decided to walk over and say "HI".

She approached the driver who had introduced himself to his passengers as Gus earlier in the morning. He looked up when she approached and seemed at first a bit confused.

"Hi Gus," she said. "I'm surprised you aren't out painting the town red."

Gus smiled and invited her to sit down setting aside her fears that he didn't know who she was. He told her that he was a little old for hitting the clubs and that this was more his style. He told her that he didn't often get to have two days away and get paid for it and he just really wanted to relax for the first time in months. Marie and he chatted about work and life in general and Marie realized that Gus was a pretty nice guy. She could see a softness in his eyes that she didn't often see in the guys her own age. Gus was divorced and the bus rides gave him a chance to meet people and the overtime helped him pay his child support. His ex was a nasty person, yet even after saying that, Gus acted as her apologist and blamed himself for much of the trouble they had had. Marie was surprised at just how good she felt being with this guy and it seemed like they had known each other for years. They ordered another drink and Marie told him all about herself and Gus actually took an interest, which she found flattering. She was very pretty (though she didn't think she was as pretty as everyone told her) and she was used to guys paying attention only as an excuse to look her over and then hit on her. Gus listened.

Not long later the piano player announced he was going to play his last song and that shortly thereafter, it was closing time. The tune started and Gus recognized it at as a favorite of his from High School to which he and his ex-wife used to dance. Marie heard this and saw a touch of pain in his eyes and asked him to dance. Gus was flattered but at first said he really shouldn't. Marie was insistent and took Gus by the hand and led him to the dance floor.

They danced at first like kids at a Catholic school, about 6 inches between them. Gus was obviously a bit nervous. Marie pulled him closer and they danced slowly and romantically. Gus was a pretty good dancer and Marie thought how good she felt in his arms, comfortable, safe. Gus was definitely a bit uneasy at dancing with such a young woman, him being 43 and he guessed she was about 22 or 23, but after a minute, he suddenly squeezed her a little tighter. Marie responded with a little extra squeeze of her own.

After the dance, they sat to finish their drinks before heading up stairs. When they left the lounge, Gus gave her a kiss on the cheek and then walked to the elevator, getting on the first car and pushing their respective buttons. Gus pressed 6, Marie pressed 8.

When the elevator got to 6, Gus said goodnight and stepped off the elevator. Marie smiled and the doors began to close. Suddenly, Marie stuck her hand out and stopped the doors, stepping out into the hall. Gus looked at her, astonished at what she had done. "You're on 8 aren't you?" he asked.

"If its ok with you, I'd like to be on 6 tonight," replied Marie, looking down at the floor, studying the carpet. 

They stood in silence for a moment until Marie looked up and Gus said, "I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, our age difference, you're a customer and........" Marie cut him off by putting her finger to his lips. He kissed her finger and they walked silently to his room. 

When they got there, Gus put his key in the door and stopped. He looked at Marie and his heart melted. She was beautiful with shoulder length brown hair and the most incredible hazel eyes he'd ever seen in his life. Her face was angelic and innocent and her smile was amazing. He could feel a warmth in his soul as he looked at her, yet, she was still only in her early 20's.

"I don't know," he said, almost wanting to cry, "this just doesn't seem right." Again, she stopped him and simply said, "I can't explain this, but I think we need each other tonight."

They entered the room and it seemed like something happened that they couldn't explain. They embraced and began to kiss passionately, removing clothes and inhibitions all at once. Gus fell to his knees in front of her and wrapped his beefy arms around her, pulling her torso into his face and simply breathing her in. The cigarette smoke from the clubs mixed with the various smells that normally would make him queasy didn't seem to be there, all he could smell was her. Her whole being smelled sweet to him and he undid her jeans. Marie removed her shirt and bra as Gus lowered the pants to the floor and kissed her belly, he then slid off her white cotton panties and, once she was naked, he gazed at her, falling backwards on the floor. She was gorgeous. Her skin was tender and so beautiful. He was in shock for a moment that this incredible woman was in HIS room nude and wanting him. He almost couldn't breathe. He looked up at her face and they smiled at each other. She looked down at him and held out her hands. He took them and stood with her. Again they embraced and this time Marie knelt down, to remove his trousers.

As she undid the belt buckle and the button and then undid the zipper, she realized that she had never been with a guy more than a year or two older than herself and that each time, the guy had seemed to be on an ego trip, Gus was NOT on any ego trip. He was obviously self conscious of his weight and his age, and yet, she had seduced him and he had become her willing partner. She lowered his pants and his underwear and his erection sprang forth. He wasn't massive or even big, he was more....she couldn't think of a term to describe his member. It just seemed, nice. She took it in her hand and stroked three or four time. She could hear Gus moan. He lifted her and again they kissed. They could each taste the saltiness of the others mouths mixed with the drinks They had each consumed and the warmth of each others' breath as their tongues intertwined and their lips locked together. The warmth of their bodies complimented each other in the cool air of the room which was lit only by the dim glow of the parking lot lights, yet they could see each other very clearly.

Gus lead Marie to the bed and laid her down, speading her legs. He traced the inside of her thighs with his fingers, always stopping at the edge of her pubic hair, not venturing in just yet. Marie tingled with each movement of his hands. He just stared in awe as he massaged her legs and feet from top to bottom and back. She felt so at ease with Gus. He kissed her knees and her thighs and around her hips, still not making his way to her vagina. He kissed her belly and ran his fingers around her breast. He didn't know such wonderful breasts existed in real life and was almost afraid of what he might do wrong. He couldn't stop though and his fingers traced the areolas and ran circular into the nipples of each breast. He kissed them, taking the nipples into his mouth and sucking gently on them allowing his tongue to touch them gently. Now his fingers dared enter her forbidden triangle and he could feel how wet she had become from his touch. He ran his fingers in and around the now swelling lips and erect clitoris as he continued to make love to her breasts.

Marie had goose bumps. Any guy she had ever been with had pretty much demanded a hand and or blow job and straight intercourse. She had never been made love to such as this. She ran her fingers through Gus's sparse hair and rubbed the back of his head. He was making her feel not only very good all over, but she could feel a passion growing inside her that had never been felt before. Her eyes were closed and she could feel Gus's lips kissing her body and heading for her pubic area. Only two other guys had ever done this to her before and neither had done a very good job, she hoped, no, she KNEW Gus would be different.

Gus kissed the now wet hair between Marie's legs and licked her where her leg met her hip. He used his fingers to part her lips and placed his tongue right on her clit. Marie shuddered with delight. She smelled so good and even in the darkness of the room, Gus could see her pinkness glistening with her fluids. He began to stroke her lips with his tongue and realized he had never done this before. She tasted so good he lost himself in her and went to his task as if partaking of his last meal, savoring each and every drop of her.

After several minutes of this, Gus could feel her tense up and her breathing became shallow and rapid. He continued. She would almost jump from time to time, moaning softly after each movement, lifting her knees as he licked her, teasing the clit with the tip of his tongue, running his fingers in and out of her vagina.

When Maria's climax came, it was like that of waves crashing on the shore. One after the other slammed into her and she began to grit her teeth, holding back the scream that she knew would come out, gripping the sheets of the bed with both hands, bucking wildly her eyes clenched shut. She could see colors and stars and could hear the sounds of someone groaning loudly. She realized it was HER and as the last bit of orgasm began to pass, she looked down at Gus who was giving her a final kiss. He looked up at her and smiled. "D'I do alright?" he sheepishly asked. Marie was too weak to answer. 

After they held each other for several minutes, Marie reached down and brushed the edge of Gus's cock with her fingertips. He had become somewhat flaccid yet his cock responded immediately to her touch and twitched a few times before starting to grow again. Marie began to kiss her way down to it. She never would have expected to like body hair like Gus had, but she realized that it was the whole package that she was enjoying, not this aspect or that and that taking the whole into consideration, she knew that it was Gus's soul that she found most interesting.

Marie wrapped her hand around Gus's now full blown erection and began to gently pump it, up and down. She brought her face down to it and took the head into her mouth allowing the tip of her tongue to trace the edges and the bit of foreskin there. She engulfed his rock hard cock with her whole mouth and simulated intercourse with her mouth and his cock while her hand continued to pump. She then took her tongue and traced the length and width of his shaft, kissing and licking her way around. In no time, Gus stopped her stating he wanted to enter her. Maria climbed on top of Gus and placed a knee on either side of him, gently guiding his cock into herself. She could feel the helmet inch past her outer lips and then, as she settled down on his pelvis, she felt it delve deeply inside. It felt good, like it was designed to fit her and her alone. 

Gus looked up at her in the shadows and was awestruck at what he saw. He gazed up at her in a sort of reverence as she began to lift herself and settle down again, her muscles contracting and releasing over and over again. He could feel his cock being pulled inside her and he reached up to touch her breasts and she took his hands clenching them to her. He massaged her nipples with his fingers and could feel himself moving in sync to her.

Marie leaned to one side and rolled off Gus and onto her back and pulled him onto her. Gus entered her and his behind began to rise and fall taking up the rhythm right where they had lived off. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of intense pleasure on her. He could feel sweat running down his back as he thrust himself into as deeply as he could. They groaned in unison with each down stroke of his cock.

The sensation was for both of them like the first time. They continued on for almost an hour yet it ended far too quickly. Marie came first and her sounds of ecstasy were music to him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him towards her as the last moments of climax flowed over her. 

Gus came next, wanting to hold out forever but unable to last even a few more seconds. His cum shot into her and the feeling of release was almost enough to make him want to pass out, but he had no desire to do anything at this point but hold and kiss her. He pulled himself out and cuddled up next to Marie, wrapping his arms around her. They gazed into each others' eyes and kissed. They lay that way for a while until Marie got up. Gus watched her walk to the bathroom and sat up on the bed.

When Marie returned, Gus was just sitting there staring into the mirror. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his knee.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" she asked softly.

Gus took a minute to reply, just staring down at her hand on his knee. When he did reply he told her that he was not the type to go off and have one night stands. He made it clear how easily he knew he could fall in love with her, yet how wrong it was. The age difference alone was way too much and he knew that she needed someone more her own age. He told her that he felt she should find someone she had more in common with and could spend the rest of her life with and how attractive he found her and......she stopped him and put her arm around him. They sat quietly for a few minutes, simply glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes from time to time.

Marie spoke first, "You know something Gus, I'm not easy and I'm not into one night stands either. I wanted you because I saw something special in you and I still do. You don't have to explain anything. You and I just had an experience that we'll keep with us forever. That's all either of us should expect out of it. I'm just very glad I got to experience it with you."

Gus looked up at her as if to express a combination of relief and sadness. She smiled and gave him a kiss. "Gus..." she started, "thanks." Gus smiled back and said, "No, thank YOU."

"Well, I have to get some sleep if I'm going to do any sightseeing tomorrow. See you later, eh handsome?" she said. Gus just smiled.

As Marie left, quietly closing the door behind her, she realized the time, it was 4 am and she realized that between the time talking and the time in bed, she had spent almost three hours with this guy, and she would treasure them as three of the best hours of her life.



Road Trip



Tina blew down route 66 at a brisk pace. Her blue 66 VW Bug was only three years old, but some days it made noises that made her worry that it was going to die at any given time. Her red shirt whipped in the wind from the open window as she drove, and she smiled, feeling free on the open road, The Beatles "Yellow Submarine" playing on the radio.

She saw a hitchhiker walking along the road a mile or so ahead. She had seen them before, but didn't usually stop for them, what with hearing about people getting killed by strangers they'd picked up. Yet, she was a kind woman and you never knew when it might be you. She slowed as she neared the hiker, reaching over and rolling down her passenger window. "Where are you headed," she called out to him.

"San Francisco," he replied. Tina could see he was dressed recently and while his hair was down to his shoulders, it wasn't too messy, like some hippies she'd seen. "Hop in," she said, deciding she wouldn't mind the company. "I'm headed to Berkeley."

He stowed his gear in her meager back seat, which was already filled with many of her own things. As he sat down she studied his features: green eyes, a small moustache and no piercings. She'd seen some guys with them, and she didn't care for them. She felt only women should have pierced ears. He did look good, though with a the dyed shirt and blue jeans.

"My name's Jordan," he said, introducing himself. "Tina," she replied. "What's out in Frisco for you?"

"A friend's offered me a job out there, something to do with computers," he said. "Told me some really far out stuff, like he can make a computer that fits on a desk, electronic stuff you can hold in your hand and do math with. "

She chuckled. "Sounds like he's been reading too many science fiction magazines."

He smiled and shook his head. She thought he had a cute smile. "I dunno about that, but I thought of go out and see what he's doing, haven't had much luck on jobs lately. How about you?"

She blushed, thinking it sounded far out now. "A friend of mine is going to help me be a model. I've always wanted to try it."

Jordan looked up and down at her. Long slender legs, blemish free skin, red pouty lips, black hair tied back in a ponytail. "You'll do well, I think. You look like a model."

She blushed. "Thanks, but I think your computer job will be more successful than my modeling. What's your friend's name?"

"Steve Jobs. We went to high school together, then I got drafted. Shipped me to boot camp, but I couldn't cut it physically. Just as well, I hate what they're doing in Vietnam," he said. "But my dad served on World War 2, so I had to try for him."

She nodded. "I don't even understand why we're over there."

They drove on for miles, and it was getting dark. They pulled into a motor lodge. Jordan didn't have enough for his own room, so they shared a room with two beds.

It wasn't exactly the Ritz, but it was clean, and Tina set a bag of clothes on one of the beds. "I don't know about you, but I need a shower," she said.

"Go ahead, ladies first." He said. "Mmm, such a gentleman," she said as she walked in. She turned on the shower and started to undress and brush her hair as she waited for the water to warm up. She could see through the crack in the open door that Jordan was getting ready for his shower. She let out an involuntary gasp as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a hard chest with well-defined abs. She almost pouted when she tried to see below the waist, but the mirror only went to the waist.

But the mirror worked both ways. Jordan could see a little into the bathroom, and as he undressed, he could barely see her in front of the mirror in her bra. How he wished she'd taken it off! She was beautiful, and until now on this trip hadn't really thought about her too much as he was still getting over his last girlfriend, but of course, seeing a beautiful woman's flesh awakens certain things.

Tina let the water wash away the dirt from the day. As she washed, he hands grazed her warmth, and it sent a small charge through her. It'd been months since she'd been filled, not since her boyfriend had run out on her. She bit her lip to keep any noise from coming out. Jordan was handsome, she thought, but she didn't want to sleep with a guy she just met that day. She thought it would make her loom like a slut to him.

She finished showering and dried off, wrapping a towel around herself, then stepping out. The tile floor was cold and she walked briskly out to get her nightgown. "Go ahead," she said to Jordan He nodded and went into the bathroom. She put on her gown and turned. The darn door was still a little open and she could see him. She let out a little gasp as she saw his member. Even though he wasn't hard, it hung down like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked. She tried not to stare as she licked her lips, imagining how it would taste..

She shook her head and turned away. She had to be a good girl! Good girls don't think about such things, she told herself. She turned her light off and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Jordan let the water fall on him as he rinsed. He grinned to himself, knowing he'd probably given Tina an eyeful if shed been watching him like he had been watching her. He just wished he could've seen more of her than her bra. His hand brushed his member, and he considered getting some relief. He decided not to, he didn't want her to wonder why he was taking so long in the shower.

He got out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Walking out he saw that she'd already turned off her light and gone to sleep. He shook his head. Oh well, he thought. Its not like there won't be other times. He put his boxers on and went to sleep.

Tina woke the next morning to see Jordan already up and sipping some coffee. She preferred milk, but she knew it'd be another long day of driving, so she gladly accepted a cup. "Breakfast of champions," Jordan said. "A good scientist never goes without, never know when he'll be up to the wee hours."

Tina laughed at that. "And how late were you up?" He smiled. "Not long after I got out of the shower. You were already snoring away." She hit him on the arm and blushed. "I do not snore," she pouted.

That made Jordan chuckle. "Sounded like it. And you're cute when you pout, has anyone ever told you that?"

That made her blush even more. She tried to hide it by saying, "I'm going to load the car." Then she walked out and almost started to cry. Her car was sitting where it had been last night, but on four flat tires! Jordan heard her sniffles and went to see what was wrong. "Oh no," he said. "Looks like you're not going anywhere yet."

She covered her face, she was on the verge of tears. What would she do! How would she get this fixed? She cried for a few minutes then took a deep breath. Calm down, she thought. I can get though this. She started to think of who she could call.

She went back into the room to use the phone, only to see Jordan was already talking to someone. "A day? OK, we can wait then. Thanks, I owe you one." He said then hung up. He looked up at her and said, "Steve's wiring me some money to fix your tires, but it'll be a day or so."

She coulfnt believe what she'd heard. He was paying for her tires? She opened her mouth, trying to get the words out, but no sound came out. Jordan smiled, "You're welcome. Least I could do for you giving me a ride." Finally, she whispered, "Thank you."

Since they had a day to wait, they decided to relax a bit. They had some breakfast, then decided to go swimming. The motel's pool wasn't much, but it was cold, and guaranteed to cool off any swimmers on this hot day. "I can really see you being a model," Jordan had said. "You'll warm up the pool, you look so hot."

She blushed at his complement, "Not looking too shabby yourself, Mister. If guys who can't cut it in the army are like that, I wonder what the ones who do look like." He grinned. "A lot worse," he chuckled.

They each jumped on the pool, splashing each other, but each time he brushed against her, a shock went through her. He looks so hot, she thought. The image from the night before in the mirror was definitely not helping either, making her insides warm and mushy knowing it was so close to her. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe slowly. I have to be good, she kept telling herself.

Jordan, too, was tortured. Her backside had brushed against him a few times, and it stirred him up. He didn't want to try something, as she probably was not trying to lead him on. If she was, she was doing a terrible job at it. Or, he thought to himself, am I just reading things wrong?

When they were done playing in the pool, Tina got out and laid out on a lawn chair. The day was so warm, she wanted to dry off naturally, and maybe get a little tanned. She laid on her stomach on a pool chair, and Jordan got some suntan lotion. It turned out to be a BIG mistake for her. He had huge, warm hands that seemed to turn her insides even more into mush as they already were. As he rubbed the lotion onto her skin, she couldn't help but think about how it'd feel if he touched her, caressed her, and brought her to orgasm. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to control herself. I'm not that kind of girl, she kept telling herself.

Jordan too, tried to control himself. He was lotioning a very beautiful woman, and it was all he could do to not cop a feel. He rubbed the lotion in till it was shining on her skin. He heard her contented sigh as he rubbed her back, then went down to rub her legs. They were perfectly shaped, and he rubbed them till they were shiny with lotion, then when he was about done, rubbed his hands up the inside of her legs, brushing on her crotch. It felt warm, and he was tempted to brush it again, but once is an accident. Two is on purpose. Jordan smiled and sat in the chair next to her for a while.

Tina had gasped at the electric shock that went thru her body when he'd touched her. Did he want her? Was he teased by her as much as she was by him? Her mind was in turmoil. What should she do? It wasn't like they would see each other much, if at all after she dropped him off in San Francisco, nor would he be coming up to Berkley...

And yet, a part of her continued to want her to be good. But the more she thought about it, maybe she could make a move on him without seeming slutty. They'd be leaving in the morning, and at worse, it'd be an awkward silence for the next 300 miles. She thought long and hard about how she was going to approach him.

That night they went for dinner at the only restaurant in town. The menu was pretty bland, but then, it didn't look like many people other than the locals ever ate there. "There's so much more you could do with this place," Jordan commented. "Better lighting, a more diverse menu, and a couple of tvs, and this wouldn't be just a local attraction."

"Yes," Tina had said. "Where are they going to get the money to do it? Besides, they don't seem to have much interest in expanding." 

Jordan was impressed at how smart she could be. He wondered if she might make a better businesswoman than a model. "Maybe someday I'll buy it and rename it Tina's Place."

She giggled. "Yeah, that would go over well." They finished their dinner, and split the tab. They went back to their room, and tonight, Tina had insisted on Jordan taking his shower first. He finally went in, and while he was in there, she'd taken her shirt off, then her bra in front of the mirror, knowing he'd be watching her. Making sure her robe showed a bit more cleavage than usual, she waited for him to get out.

Jordan had been watching, and enjoyed the eyeful she'd given him. She must not know that he could see her, he thought. He considered telling her later. He took his shower, but he couldn't get that image out of his head. She was smart and beautiful. Who could resist such a woman?

He got out of the shower, dried off and went out to get into his boxers. His jaw almost dropped when he saw her. She was only wearing her robe, nothing else, and the cleavage on her robe almost seemed to make her warm breasts pop out. Think of grandma, he thought to himself to keep him from showing his arousal. It wasn't working. It was starting to show in his towel. "My turn?" she said. He could only nod his head, unable to take his eyes off her.

She knew what effect she was having on him, and walked up to him slowly. "I hope you left some hot water," she said barely above a whisper, caressing his chest. "Jordan, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he managed to finally say. "Anything."

"Do you think I'm attractive?" she said huskily.

"Hell yes," he said. "You're gorgeous."

She started to rub his chest, leaning in close to kiss him. "Good," she whispered. "I think you're attractive too." And with that, she kissed him, and it felt like the world was falling away. She lost herself in that kiss, tasting the sweetness of his lips, feeling his muscular chest. He too, lost himself, pulling her to him, his warm hands exploring her back, then squeezing her butt, which made her moan. His towel fell off as they kissed, and somehow the sash of her robe got undone, neither could remember who'd done it.

Without breaking the kiss, they fell back onto Jordan's bed, Tina's fingers tangled in Jordan's thick brown hair as they kissed, his tongue brushing on hers. He then kissed to her ear, sucking her earlobe and blowing gently on it, making her grip him tightly, trying to grind her hips up to meet his. He kept them away on purpose, teasing her as he kissed to her chin, then her neck, then cupping a breast in his large hand and sucking the nipple. "Ohhhh," she moaned, and arched her back to give him more.

Her robe was completely open, and Jordan drank in the sight of her beautiful form. He kissed down her chest to her stomach, then to her groin. Her legs opened, and he caressed her with his warm tongue. She gasped, holding onto his hair as his tongue slipped in her, tasting her sweetness. She was in heaven, her eyes closed and back arched as he licked deep in her, his nose brushing her clit. She began rubbing against his face, losing herself in her pursuit of her orgasm, grinding and grinding...

And then he pulled away. She looked down at him with a desperate pout. He went up and kissed her pout, his engorged cock pressing against her then entering on its own. She gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin as inch after inch went in, filling her so completely. She moaned into his mouth as he started thrusting hard and deep, his balls slapping into her hips. Soon, the only sounds in the room were their ecstatic moans and the slapping of his hips into her. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him deeper into her as she got closer and closer to cumming, she wouldn't be denied this time. 

Crying out, her orgasm hit her like a freight train, wave after wave of pleasure went through her, all she could do was hold onto him and kiss him. He could feel her pussy clench and release on his cock, and he was close to cumming himself. With one hard thrust, he pressed tight to her, plunging his cock all the way in as his cock spurted like a fire hose, stream after stream fanning the flames inside her warm wetness. They lay still for minutes, hours, days. Time didn't have meaning for either of them as they were lost in the throes of their mutual orgasm. Their panting soon subsided, and they kissed deeply, falling asleep in each other's arms.



Road Trip



Marie and her two friends, Jackie and Andrea, all worked at Dacombe and Sons, an electrical warehouse. Marie had been there the longest and was senior to Jackie and Andrea. She was 26 and married to Jeremy, a self-employed carpenter. They got along well and she was content with her life. Jackie was the oldest at 33 and her and husband Cliff had two children. Andrea was the youngest at 23 and while she had boyfriends, none seemed to stay long.

All three girls were attractive. Andrea was small and perky, Jackie the largest of the three, with an hour glass figure and large breasts. They were both bottle blonds, but Marie was brown haired and wore it shorter. She was also taller than the other two at 5 foot 7, slender, long legged and had nicely shaped C cup breasts. She'd been a reasonable athlete when younger and still worked out at the gym, ensuring her butt was tight and firm.

The three women often socialised together and so it was that they came to talk of going on a road trip together. It began as just alcohol influenced talk but Jackie, in particular, became increasingly keen on the idea. She told the others she felt tied down with work, children and a husband who was less than attentive. Andrea then began agreeing with Jackie that the road trip needed to happen and they began to put some pressure on Marie. 

Marie did not need or desire a trip away with her friends. They were fun at work and when they went out, but she was in love with Jeremy and liked to spend time with him. For some months she would not buy into the idea. Then one day she mentioned it to her husband and he encouraged her to go along.

"It's only for five days and they are good friends of yours who want to get away."

"You don't mind then," Marie said, just wanting to be certain. Jeremy was very certain and the other two girls were ecstatic when Marie agreed to travel with them. Preparations were made and the departure date was soon upon them.

The night before, Jeremy was particularly attentive to Marie. They went to bed early and Jeremy engaged in his usual routine of getting Marie wet with his fingers, before moving between her legs and fucking her in the missionary position. She pretended to orgasm as he rutted above her, which was his queue to release within her. 

That was the way it was with Jeremy, but he was a good dependable husband and Marie was thankful for having him. She'd been a bit of a wild child in her day and had partners who, while much more exciting, had proven far less dependable. She had cheated on him once, prior to their marriage, but had not had the desire or inclination to do so since. The one slightly edgy thing Jeremy requested of her was that she kept herself shaved below. Marie was happy to oblige him.

The first night of the girl's trip was spent in a National park about 200kms from their small home town. Marie enjoyed this as they walked, talked, laughed and relaxed. However after the second day's travel, her two companions were certain that they wanted to spend the evening where there was a bit more action. Marie was reluctant, but in the end she had to bow to the majority.

Jackie was driving and headed into a reasonable sized city. They drove through the city centre and identified a nice looking bar, before parking the camper van and catching a taxi back into town. At Marie's insistence they ate a meal and then moved onto the bar they'd located earlier. It was warm and Jackie and Andrea both wore low cut T-shirts, jeans and heals. Marie wore jeans and a checked shirt with the top buttons undone, showing just a hint of cleavage.

The girls had been in the bar for over two hours and, to her surprise, Marie admitted she was enjoying herself. The bar had a nice ambiance and the girls were knocking back shots with the locals, both male and female, while the laughter flowed freely. The men in the bar were reasonably good looking and quite interesting and the band began to play. Marie turned down an offer to dance, but Jackie and Andrea had been up on the dance floor more than once.

Andrea was the more flirtatious and was attracting the most attention. Shortly, she announced to the other girls that she was leaving and departed with two men. Marie and Jackie raised their eyebrows at each other as Andrea departed. They had heard her stories at work and knew that she would most likely be involved in a frolicking threesome that night. Marie felt a small tingle of jealousy at the sexual freedom Andrea enjoyed.

Shortly after Andrea departed the mood in the bar changed somewhat. Two or three rougher types turned up and immediately moved in to talk to Marie and Jackie. The crowd they had been chatting with drifted away. Then another couple of men who clearly knew the others showed up. Marie took this in her stride. After all she thought, "It was a noisy bar and you get all sorts."

Jackie on the other hand looked more upset. She'd liked one of the other original males and was not happy that this later group appeared to have chased him away. The mood was changing.

"Why don't you just piss off," Jackie said loudly to one of the males, when he attempted to grope her arse. 

Marie had been deep in conversation with the more handsome of the group and was initially taken aback by the outburst. 

"Fuck you, you little tease," the ugly man replied, then took a firm grip of Jackie's arse and squeezed.

Jackie yelled in pain and twisted away, looking angry. Marie now felt very uncomfortable and was wondering where this situation would lead too. Fortunately at that moment a couple of men who Marie had not previously noticed sidled up. Both were good looking, one white, the other and Afro- American. Both were dressed similarly in slacks and jackets.

"Leave the girl alone," the white man said to the groper.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do."

"I'm a Cop, so I can tell you or anyone else here what to do," said the white man, producing a shiny badge from his jacket. And so is my friend here. "Now clear off."

The rough group stood contemplating their next move. Marie noted the two Cops looked completely calm and collected as the minor standoff continued. Then the man Marie had been talking with said, "No problems officer, let's go boys."

"Bitch," the ugly biker said to Jackie as he pushed past her.

"That didn't look pleasant," said the Black Cop. "You girls Ok? Let's get you a drink."

"Rescued by two knights in shining armour," thought Marie. She immediately noted Jackie's interest in the white cop, who introduced himself as Michael. His partner was Joe and as they chatted, Marie mentally sized him up.

"Handsome and tall enough," she thought, noting his 6 foot stature. "Thin waste, wide shoulders, dresses well."

She had never really engaged socially with a black man previously. Not due to any reservations, it was just that the opportunity had never arisen in the small, predominantly white town she had lived in all her life.

Jackie soon recovered her composure and the conversation between her and Michael became increasingly flirtatious. However, Marie held back with Joe. She was conscious of the fact that she was married to a man she loved very much. When the other couple went to dance, Marie declined Joe's invitation. He showed no annoyance at this rejection and Marie felt increasingly comfortable with his closeness. He had rescued her from danger and being quite tipsy, she was relaxed and enjoying herself.

When Jackie and Michael returned from their dance her friend announced, "We're going to Mike's house for a drink."

Jackie shot her friend a, "No we're not," glance and began to say something about needing to get back to the van to see if Andrea was OK. 

"She'll be fine," said Jackie, with both women knowing full well their friend would not be there. "Let's go," and she set off holding Michael's hand.

"C'mon," said Joe, "We better do as we're told."

"Ok," said Marie reluctantly, quickly adding defensively, "But I'm only coming around for a drink."

"Not a worry," Joe replied, smiling.

Jackie rode in the front of Michael's late model car. She was drunk and could not stop talking. This began to irritate Marie who rode quietly looking out the window. She felt she was being forced into a situation she was not comfortable with.

Michael's apartment was very fashionable and tidy. It had one bedroom, kitchen and a living area. The sofas and chairs were deep and comfortable and they all settled in to consume more alcohol, talk and share some laughter. Michael put on light music and dimmed the lights. Jackie and Michael got up and danced. Marie felt she could not now refuse Joe's offer and danced with him. As a slower song came on he pulled her closer and, holding one hand in his and placing the other on her lower back. Marie liked this, with his face and his swaying body close to hers. 

As the evening progressed Jackie and Michael became increasingly tactile with each other, while sitting on the couch. Watching this began to arouse Marie and she needed to pull herself up abruptly. For his part Joe was being the perfect gentleman, keeping the conversation innuendo free.

Then the two lovebirds announced they were going to the other room. Marie had feared this may occur and again shot Jacki a glance, which the older women ignored. She and Michael walked hand in hand to his bedroom, giggling and shut the door.

With the other two gone Joe got up and offered Marie a refill of the vodka she had been drinking. Marie nodded, despite being fully aware she had drunk too much. Joe poured the drinks before sitting on the now vacant couch with a drink in each hand.

"Look," said Marie, "You've been great company and a real gentleman, but I've got to let you know, I'm a happily married and really only here to look out for my friend."

"Your friend is very content right now, so come and have your drink." 

Whether an invite or a command, Marie noted it was directive. It was a subtle change in their dynamics.

Marie got up and walked over to the couch. She took the drink Joe offered and considered returning to her seat. It was a real, "should I, shouldn't I," moment. Marie was very conscious of the need to stay in control of the situation, but at the same time the alcohol, her friend's heavy petting with Michael and Joe's handsomeness countered this. She sat down next to him.

Joe immediately turned the conversation in a more intimate direction. Compliments to her eyes, her face, her figure and then he touched her hand with his. Marie did not withdraw it. 

Despite the direction this encounter was heading, Marie was determined that she wasn't going to allow this Cop to fuck her. However, with the two of them sitting there, on the couch, well aware what their friends were doing in the bedroom, she knew he would make a move. Marie felt obliged to give him something and didn't have any genuine motivation to stop him. So when he put down his drink and moved his head toward hers, Marie swallowed her drink in one gulp, licked her lips and offered them to him. 

They kissed, gently at first and then with increasing passion, as he brought his hand to her face. Then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she reciprocated. When he brought his other hand up to massage her breast it felt good and they both felt her nipple harden through her bra. At this point Marie realised her control over the situation was rapidly slipping away. She felt the need to set some limits, so she pulled away.

"Look Mike, I've told you, I'm a happily married woman, so I don't mind fooling around a little. We can make out for a bit, but that's all. I'm no $20 hooker, Ok?"

"That's fine by me," he said with a smile. "Just as far as you want babe." 

"OK," she said nodding.

"OK," he mimicked, the smile not leaving his lips.

They resumed kissing and Joe immediately brought a hand back up to her breast. He gently massaged it through her top and bra. With the boundaries agreed to Marie began to relax. She thought Joe was handsome and he smelt and tasted good, but what aroused her most was his colour. It was as if he was a forbidden fruit that she had never tasted before. 

Marie was now intent on enjoying herself, while she waited for Jackie and Mike to finish their lovemaking in the other room. At that moment they heard Jackie from the other room. Mike had clearly entered her and she was not holding back.

"That didn't take long," Joe said glancing toward the bedroom. They both laughed and Marie relaxed further.

In her own mind Maria had now reset the limits at her bra off and a hand in her pants. For her part she would stroke him, maybe even jerk him off, but that was it. So when Joe moved his lips down to her neck and began to unbutton her shirt, she reclined further into the couch, offering no resistance. He moved his way down to her left breast still in the bra. His hand massaged the underside of the breast, as he kissed the exposed half. 

After a time, Joe reached up and pushed the bra strap off her shoulder, before slipping Marie's breast out of the cup. He admired the breast and her dark brown nipple. She was more than content when he twirled his tongue around it before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.

Marie felt a warm sensation flood her groin and knew she was getting wet down there. His hand moved to unbuckle her belt and then unzip her jeans. Then he slipped the other bra strap down and his mouth went to work on her other breast and nipple. She let out a little moan and heard Joe chuckle softly. His hand moved down into her jeans and over her panties. He kept his hand flat on her mons, while he moved a finger down each of her outer lips, but not touching anywhere else. This was torturous for Marie, who yearned for him to directly stimulate her clitoris.

Marie wanted more, so at this point she again called a halt.

"You ok," Joe said.

"Just wanting to get comfortable," she replied. "It's nice."

With that she kicked off her shoes shrugged out of the shirt and unhooked her bra. She shed the bra and threw it on the floor. Then she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Marie grinned shyly as they admired each other's bodies. She noted Joe's chest muscles were hard and well defined and she could tell from his wolfish look that he liked her soft breasts with the small aureoles and hard brown nipples. 

As she moved forward to kiss him he stopped her and boldly said, "Let's take off our pants as well." 

Marie hadn't intended to go that far and she considered it for a second. She thought, "He seems safe, he's agreed to limits and I am horny as hell, so why not." 

"OK," she said and began to pull down her jeans leaving her pink panties firmly in place. Joe did likewise leaving on his, "Love-heart" boxes, which she giggled at. Marie admired the naked black, well defined body displayed before her. They drew closer and resumed kissing. She eagerly pressed her breasts into him allowing his hairless chest to massage them. 

Now his dark hand could roam free over her pale naked thighs and she enjoyed this touch. He showed no urgency, merely alternating between stroking the inside of each thigh, from her knee to six inches below her crotch. He relaxed their embrace and again moved down to her breasts and let his tongue work on her nipples. Prior to Jeremy, Marie had always been active in lovemaking and she moved her hand down and found his cock. She liked how it felt and began to slowly massage it through his boxer shorts. She noted that he was almost fully erect and this both concerned and excited her.

After a time Joe left her breasts and began to kiss and nibble slowly down her naked body. At the same time his wandering hand moved higher, to her upper inner thighs just below her pussy. By the time his lips reached her panty line she was genuinely excited and knew he would see a small damp patch on her panties. Joe made no attempt to break the rules and pull her panties down, but instead began to kiss and nuzzle her outer lips through her panties. He now brought both hands into action on her inner thighs. When he flattened his tongue to massage her lips up and down, while she brought her hands down to the back of his head and pushed him harder onto her crotch.

With his gentle touch, the alcohol, his masculine smell and the sensation in her groin, Marie's resolve dissolved. When he began to move her panties lower, she offered no resistance. He slipped them half way down her thighs and immediately brought his lips to her naked vulva. His tongue began to run up and down her outer lips and then probed inside her cleft. Marie let out a long, soft moan as his tongue found her highly sensitive, inner lips. She was desperate for him to touch her clitoris, but he would not. She found this torturous. 

Joe was now using his tongue, lips and hands on her most private parts. Marie had slipped into the sexual zone. Any thought of her husband was now gone. Finally, he moved to work on her clit, alternating between pushing his tongue flat and flicking it rapidly. Marie knew she was close to an orgasm and pushed his head with one hand, while bringing her other one up to massage her breast. She was seconds away from a delightful release.

At this point Joe abruptly stopped what he was doing and sat up. 

"What are you doing," she gasped in a manner that demanded he finish her off, right then and there. 

"I want you to come while I'm fucking you," he said bluntly. 

She lay there breathing heavily and considered this for a couple of seconds. Then she said, "Ok," before quickly raising her knees and pulling off her panties. As she lay there hot, naked and expectant, he slowly lowered his boxers to reveal his hard 7 inch black cock, with the head clearly visible and shinning with pre cum. He was now fully erect and Marie was pleased to see he wasn't as monstrous as the stereotypes suggested. She thought to herself, "I can handle that, I want that inside me right now."

"Please," Marie pleaded, as she reached for him. 

The sexual foreplay had left her with a desperate need to have a cock deep inside of her. She put one hand on his buttock and the other on his erection and began to gently massage it. At the same time she pulled it toward her opening. Joe settled between her legs and allowed her to bring his cock close to her pussy. She shivered in anticipation and brought her legs higher and knees back up toward her head, completely offering herself to him.

Now Joe took his cock off her and began to rub it around her wet inner lips, lubricating the head and brushing her clitoris as he did so. 

"Enough of this," Marie thought, she needed him in her now. She was more than ready and again she begged, "Please."

"Please what," he said, torturing her. 

She was silent for a while and then looked directly into his eyes and whispered, "Please fuck me." 

He laughed out loud and with that he pushed forward into her, immediately burying half his shaft in her well lubricated hole. He was a similar length to Jeremy, but the girth was wider. She felt a great relief and slight discomfort. Then he slowly withdrew, before pushing into her again, a little further this time. He waited a few seconds as she adapted to his size. Any discomfort was now replaced with a glorious sense of being filled. He withdrew and gave three or four short thrusts before he pushed forward a third time. This time she met his thrust with a forward push of her own and he completely buried himself inside her. She could feel him filling every crevice in her vagina and she threw her head back in ecstasy. 

He knew she was close and did not tease her any longer. Instead he began to move in and out of her with long steady stokes. As he began to build his speed Marie continued pushing back. She felt his balls slapping her bum and his pubic hair hitting her naked outer lips. He was propped up on his elbows and she opened her eyes and looked down past his tight stomach to see his black snake pumping into her hole. This only excited her further. Her grip on her breasts tightened, her head flew back and she let out a loud long moan. She was engulfed by one of the largest orgasms she could recall. Contraction after contraction gripped Joe's hard cock, as he stopped pumping and held it there deep inside of her.




Road Trip



Joe allowed her to finish and she slowly came down of her sexual high and drifted back to reality.

"How was that?" he asked still buried deep inside of her. Marie couldn't speak and merely looked up at him, still breathing rapidly, her contractions not yet at an end. He leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth, this time pushing his tongue deep into her. 

She broke their kiss and asked, "Did you finish?" 

"No, is it OK if we do it from behind?"

What could she say? Marie did not mind doggie style and felt some obligation to allow him to finish, especially after what he had just done for her. 

Joe withdrew and Marie rolled over onto her stomach before coming up onto her knees. She left her head resting on the pillow and arched her long back to make herself more available to him. She parted her legs and Joe moved between them. This time there was no rubbing. He aimed his cock, manoeuvred the head in and then thrust all the way into her well lubricated hole. He then brought his hands to her hips and began to move in and out of her, half by his own thrusting and half by his moving her hips back and forward. As he began to speed up she felt and heard his hips smacking against her arse cheeks. She then began to move her hips of her own accord, so Joe brought his hand around and started to massage her clitoris in a circular motion.

Their rhythm sped up and so did the noise they were making. Marie heard the bedroom door fly open and looked up to see Mike and Jackie both stark naked and laughing aloud, as they watched Joe and Marie hammer into each other.

"Fuck off," Joe yelled angrily and the other two quickly retreated laughing and closing the door. Joe returned to his rhythm and Marie again felt her juices rising. Then he brought his free hand down on her butt cheeks, one, two, three times. Marie felt the sting and enjoyed this. 

Then Joe did something Marie had not experienced before. 

"Bend your back some more," he ordered her as he pulled completely out of her.

Marie had been close to another orgasm and now felt very empty. She quickly obeyed, arching her back further, creating a real bow in her back, so that her pussy faced near to straight up. She then looked back to see what he wanted to do. She saw Joe squatting over the top of her. He pushed her legs closer together before placing his feet outside of hers and flat on the sofa. He moved one hand onto to her upper back, balancing himself while taking hold of his cock with the other. 

Marie strained her neck to look back as he aimed his thick black cock almost vertically down and once again lined her up. She knew he would see her vagina still gaping open. Joe then lowered his body, sinking his shaft straight down, deep into her pussy. With her legs closer together Marie's entrance was tighter and this increased her pleasure. With the strength of a weightlifter Joe began to fuck her like this, gradually increasing his pace.

With her head twisted back Marie found watching this very erotic. To maintain this new position Joe had all his muscles tensed and combined with his sweat Marie thought he looked an amazing specimen of manhood. Watching the thick black cock disappearing down into her, plus feeling it fill her vagina was a huge turn on.

Now her black Adonis moved his free hand to her neck and began to pump her with renewed intensity. Marie took her hand and moved it to her clitoris and began to massage herself. With her fingers she could feel every downward stroke pushing her lips far apart. Watching and feeling merely heightened her excitement and she could not hold herself back. Soon she felt the electricity in her loins, just before another orgasm swept over her. It was less intense than her first time, but hugely pleasurable all the same. 

Finally with one last violent thrust Mike buried himself as deep as he could and released his seed far into her vagina. He threw back his head, moaned loudly and increased his grip on her back and neck as he spurted up to ten times deep inside her. Finally, she felt him withdraw and she pushed her legs back falling onto her stomach. Joe fell on top of her. 

"That was amazing," he managed to utter.

"I'll say," was all she could muster in reply.

"You ever been fucked by a black Cop before?" Joe asked.

"No," she said coyly. "No black man and never like that," she admitted.

They settled into the couch in the spoons position with him behind her, pressing his still wet, semi erect member into her buttocks. The mix of alcohol and post coital bliss saw her drift off into a slumber and she was soon in a deep sleep. 

Marie had no idea how much later it was when she slowly became consciousness of a very pleasurable feeling down in her lower stomach. At first she half dreamt that she was in her own bed and that her husband was gently fingering her naked labia and clitoris. Instinctively she rotated her hips too try and accentuate the feeling. She continued to revolve her hips as she felt her top leg being lifted. Then she felt something nudge her lower lips entrance, which she instinctively knew to be a cock. The head and some of the shaft slipped inside of her. 

Wanting more of it inside her Marie arched her back further, pushing her butt backwards, thus making access easier. The cock moved in another inch or two, before withdrawing then pushing inside her again.

At this points Marie became fully conscious and realised that she was not at home. She began to regain an awareness of where she was. Her first instinct was to expel the shaft now deep inside of her, but it was not unpleasant, so she merely feigned sleep. Now Joe began to speed up his motion, but it was clear he too wanted to be buried deeper within her. He pulled his body back away from hers and his leg pushed her top leg higher. Now he could penetrate her further. All the time his hand continued to work on her clitoris and she could feel her pleasure rising. Now fully awake, Marie cooperated by lifting her top leg further and hooking it over his hip. She began to meet his thrusts as best she could. Her actions in making herself more available clearly excited him and he sunk in faster and deeper.

"My god, the man's a machine," thought Marie.

After about 10 minutes of this frantic fucking she felt she was close and pushed his hand hard into her pelvic bone. She felt that welcome relief rush over her and began to contract on his cock. One contraction after another made her whole body shudder through her orgasm. Joe was moving like a piston engine now and just as her own orgasm was subsiding, she felt him release his seed deep inside her for a second time that night. She heard him exhale very slowly as his member pulsated five or six times.

When he finished his cock slipped out of her and he moved back into the spoon position. Joe moved his hand up to her breast and squeezed it so hard that it hurt. He then rolled back and stood up. Marie did not say a word; merely lay there quietly with her eyes shut. She heard rustling and knew he was getting dressed. Then she felt something flutter onto her face and he let out a short laugh. Footsteps followed and then the door shut quietly and she was aware he had gone. In the dim light she opened her eyes and looked to see what had fallen onto her face. She saw two $10 bills.

"You smug bastard," she thought to herself as she closed her legs tightly feeling his cum leaking out of her and settling on her thighs. Now the unwanted feelings of guilt and regret began to replace the fulfillment she'd felt only minutes before.



Road Trip



"Why? Does He have to ride with us?" I was almost screaming! "This was supposed to be a trip to the Painted Desert for just Us!" 

Carrie replied, "Because he bought a car in Holbrook, and needs a ride out there!" 

"Then he can catch a bus, or a plane!" I stated loudly!

"But he is gonna pay his way! And he would be good company for us!" Carrie argued!

"But you use to fuck him like, What Everyday?? NO! He needs to get his own ride to Holbrook!" I continued to complain!

"That was a long time ago, OK, and besides, You are the one that taught me all about sex big boy!" Carrie stated!

So we all loaded up in the car and off we headed for the three day drive to Holbrook Arizona! Carrie, Me, and one of her Ex-Lovers!

We drove North until we turned onto I-40 and headed West. Every time I would tell Carrie anything, Mark would say, "IF you would have married me, I would have bought that for you!" Finally as we crossed into the Texas Panhandle, and he said it again, I had about all I could take already on the first day! So I said, "Look Hoss, I buy her everything she wants, and needs and she is treated like a Goddess!" 

Then he replied, "Yeah, and If she was married to me, I would treat her like a Goddess QUEEN!"

I was getting ready to pull the car over and open up a can of ass whoop, when Carrie looked at me and shook her head and said, "Listen boys, I like both of you, I'm in love with Joe, I married him, he treats me great! And this is going to be a long trip, let's just try to have some fun, and enjoy each other! OK!"

So we all agreed to behave, and not be smarting off to each other!

So we drove a few more miles, and Carrie started in about the road signs advertising the souvenir shop! So I pulled in, and as soon I got the car stopped, Mark jumps out, opens Carrie's door and takes a hold of her hand and start walking her into the shop! I was about ready to spit fire at this time! So I walk up and take Carrie's other hand and we all three walked into the souvenir shop! We looked around the shop for awhile! Then Carrie found a necklace she just fell in love with, so I sneaked away and bought it, had it put in a tiny little box, and put it in my pocket! We then got a few snacks and headed back on the road. We got a few miles down the road when Mark handed Carrie a tiny box and said, "Here ya go Carrie, I got you something!" 

When Carrie opened it, it was the necklace she was wanting! Again, I was ready to pull over and open up a can of ass whoop, but instead, I reached into my pocket, and handed Carrie the tiny box, with the same necklace in it! 

Carries said, "Oh I love them both, now if I loose one, I will have an extra one!" 

I was shaking my head and Mark was just setting there grinning!

So we got to Amarillo and started trying to find our motel, which was right on I-40, I got us checked in, and Mark was having problems, it seems he didn't make reservations, and they had no more rooms. I told him the back seat of the car would be pretty comfortable for him, but Carrie had to interrupt and imply that he would stay in our room! I just shook my head again? We unloaded our over night cases, and went to the room, it was already pretty late. 

When we got to the room, Mark made it clear he could not sleep on the floor because he has a bad back, and it would just make it worse. I said, "I'm not sleeping on the floor, I got the room, and Carrie sure ain't sleeping on the floor!" 

Again Carrie piped in and said, "We are all adults here, we can all share the bed, OK!" 

So after much discussion it was decided that Carrie would sleep in the middle. 

So while Carrie went to the bathroom to change into her night clothes, I put my shorts on, and told Mark he should go ahead and get dressed for bed! He replied, "Oh, I sleep in the nude!" 

I said, "How about maybe not tonight, OK Dude?"

His answer was, "Will, OK, I'll try, but it might be hard for me to sleep, and you might as will get use to it Buddy Boy, I plan on taking Carrie away from you!"

"Like Hell if ya are!" I said, "I'll kick your fucking ass!"

About that time Carrie walk from the bathroom and said "What is your problem Joe, can you Not be nice for maybe five minutes?"

I tried to explain but it was just no good, she didn't want to hear it?

So we all laid down, Mark on the left, Carrie in the middle, and me on the right. Carrie had her arm around me with her nice firm tits pressed against my back, just like I love to sleep!

Then about the time I went to sleep, I felt Carrie's hand in my shorts massaging my cock, which immediately grew on demand! So I reached over to feel her cunt, when I did, there was a hand there, I jumped a little and she whispered, "Let it go, let this be all about Carrie, OK! Let's just have some fun!"

So I thought what the hell, he had already fucked her, a lot, what would one more time cause? Yeah, lets just have some fun tonight!

So I rolled over to face Carrie, and pushed her onto her back, where I then gently removed her top, and started sucking on her right tit, then Mark started sucking on her left tit at the same time. He had two fingers in her cunt, so I started rubbing her clit! She begin moaning, I could feel her cunt doing the little cunt dance that she does when she is really excited, she was loving this! Mark put another finger in her, he was now fucking her with three fingers! This pushed her over, and she was at the verge of screaming, as I rubbed her clit I could feel her cum running out of her wet cunt, as it danced on our fingers! It became very intense and loud as she moaned and her body shook, then she relaxed, when she did, I rolled onto my back, where she then climbed on top of me in a 69 position and started sucking my super hard cock. I started licking the juices dripping from her cunt, Mark crawled up behind her and started tongue fucking her asshole, when he did, I guess this was something like she had never had before. Me licking her cunt and having her ass sucked at the same time, it didn't take long until I couldn't keep up the love juice coming from her hot cunt. But I tried, Mark kept tongue fucking her ass as she moaned and did her cunt dance on our tongues! After she came this time I told her it was time for us to fuck that love box! She was much in agreement. 

Carrie said, "I want each of you, one after another, non-stop! And I want you NOW!"

I crawled up and slid my cock into her juicy cunt and immediately her cunt began to dance for me, shaking, twisting, sucking, oh how good it feels, I kept pumping in and out, then I heard her moaning and felt her squirming under me, about the time she started to cum, I delivered a hot load of cum deep inside her already juicy cunt, as I shot my last drop into her, I pulled out and when I did Mark was there sliding his cock into her fuck hole, he was pumping hard and long stroking her, in and out in and out, so while he was pumping her I laid next to her and started deep kissing her and I reached down and started rubbing her clit as Mark fucked her, about as soon as I started rubbing her clit she started moaning really loud and this time she did scream, "OH LORD FUCK ME FUCK ME HARDER HARDER!" 

Then I felt her juices just pour from her well fucked cunt, and Mark stiffened up as he pumped his load of cum into her cunt! We then just all three laid there and and fell asleep!

When the sunrise came, we got up, showered, loaded the car, then went for the free Continental breakfast! I got Carrie a cup of her favorite soda, and she asked me to get her one of those cream filled donuts like she likes so will. So I went to the tale where the donuts were and looked and looked, there was no cream filled donuts left. I took her an apple fritter, and told her this was what they had, I know you like these next to best! About that time, Mark pulled a lid off his plate and slid it over to Carrie and said, "Carrie, I remember how you love cream filed donuts, so I got you the last one!"

Again, I had smoke coming from my ears, Carrie reached down and gently patted my leg and looked at me and lightly shook her head, as if, I should not say anything! 

We fucked our way to Holbrook, it was lots of fun at night, but Mark made my life terrible through the day, with all the competition, which, I think sometimes that is good! But once we got to Holbrook, he decided not to buy the car, instead he decided he would just go ahead and take the rest of our two week vacation with us, much to me saying no, but Carrie said he could!! I do know Carrie had lots of fun, and Mark is still an asshole!! Even though we haven't seen him since!



Road Trip



This is a true event. Some details have had to be reconstructed, as I mention in the tale, because it happened a number of years ago, and because it happened too quickly for my mind to take it all in.

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As a younger man, I was in the Marines, stationed in San Diego. I had risen through rank quickly, and had become associated and friendly with many senior noncommissioned officers, all of whom were older than I was. I was also still somewhat newly married to Carly, of whom I've written about in other adventures. Prior to this adventure, we had only one other sexual adventure with another man where we had crossed that threshold of taboo. And we've had some after this adventure. 

One of my better friends was a seasoned Marine, Mike, who was about 6 years older than I was, and one stripe ahead of me in rank. We worked in the same unit on base, so we had a lot of interaction where we got to know each other quite well. He was married to Janet. Janet was my age, and a very attractive, slenderly-built woman, 5'6" tall, with shoulder-length red hair. Her skin was very soft-looking, and on the pale side. Mike, at 6'2", was about 3 inches taller than me, and very muscular (as was I).

Mike and I initially met when we first reported in to the base in San Diego to go through training together. We even shared the same dormitory room. That's where our friendship began. We began having very good conversations about military experiences, and about life in general. Our training was for an extended period, and he was away from home for that duration. 

Our conversations somehow got onto how difficult it must have been to be away from your woman for so long. Carly lived in San Diego where we met, so I got to see her from time to time. Mike confided in me that he and Janet loved each other deeply, but that they had decided to take advantage of the situation and bring to reality a fantasy that they both had...to open up their marriage for the time that he was away. I didn't know what to think or say, since that concept was so foreign to me at that time in my life. I remember being intrigued, and then beginning to ask him questions about it.

He admitted that he had gone out on weekend liberty a couple of times, going to a couple of sure-bet places in town, and finding women who he'd spent the evening with in some hotels in town. Being in a military town, there was no shortage of 'West Pac Widows'...wives whose husbands were away for extended assignments...and that were extremely horny. I had no idea. 

I asked him about Janet. He said that, while he didn't pry too much, he did know that she had gone out on a couple of dates. He assumed that she ended up in sex the guys. After all, that's what opening up a relationship is usually about. When I finally got to meet Janet at our graduation, I couldn't help but think how good it must have been for those guys. She certainly got my attention. As I said, she was attractive.

Once we graduated from our course in San Diego and were permanently stationed there, Mike moved Janet to be with him there. 

Janet and Carly met, became instant friends, and we began to get together socially whenever we could, which was not that often because Mike's and my duties were extremely demanding of our time and attention. Even though we were in the same unit, we had different duty schedules.

After Carly befriended Janet and got to know her much better, I took a chance and confided in her what Mike had shared with me about Janet and him. Carly was stunned. She, too, would never have guessed it of them (Mike, yes...Janet, no) because, in addition to her physical attractiveness, Janet is also a very sweet person, and on the quiet side. If you've read my other stories, you'll know that, while I was rather inexperienced in sex, Carly had been on the promiscuous side prior to meeting me. 

Carly had fucked other men before meeting me, and experienced one gang-bang, but she had never come across an open relationship, not that Mike and Janet were open any more since it was supposed to be just for the duration of our training. This little revelation to her made for some very interesting conversation between Carly and me. 

One thought that went through my mind was wondering how Janet liked fucking a strange cock after two years of marriage. I had seen Mike in the common showers in our training barracks. He had a cock that was much larger than most others. I can only wonder if Janet was disappointed in something smaller, or if the thrill of 'strange' excited her beyond caring.

Not long after we became friends, but after a few nights out together, we had them over for dinner and cocktails. One of Mike's confidences in me was that he liked to smoke weed every now and then. I had never smoked it before. Carly had been a hard-core pot-head before meeting me. Janet rarely smoked it. 

I was feeling adventurous, and invited Mike to bring some weed so that I could try it. After dinner and drinks, we lit up. Carly, a pro, was high quickly. I was high before I knew it, not knowing what that high felt like before tonight. Mike gradually got stoned and very mellow.

We spent the next half hour or so engaged in humorous conversation. We were all very witty. Then, before Mike and I knew what was happening, Janet, who had only taken a couple of hits of the joint and was mildly high, and Carly somehow ended up in our bedroom, engaged in conversation. 

Even though the door was slightly ajar, it seemed very private. We thought the ladies just went in there to see something that Carly wanted to show Janet. They seemingly had been there for 10 minutes. Mike and I looked at each other, and just shrugged. Then we got quiet to see if we could pick up any of their conversation. We couldn't. So we started our own conversation, starting off with wondering what they were talking about.

We went on to presume what their conversation was about. I had previously admitted to Mike that I had shared with Carly about their open marriage experiment. He was okay with that. I wondered if Carly was in there, asking Janet about that experience.  

Carly later filled me in on some details of their conversations. One was about birth control. Carly was on the pill, and didn't like it, but felt it was safe, given her sexual activity before we met, and that it gave her greater excitement when a man came in her. 

Janet was using the diaphragm, and felt it was safe, given she was married, and told Carly about it. 

Carly, hoping to open the door to discussion of Janet's open marriage period, expressed her concerns about its reliability or awkwardness in the event she ever found herself having sex with another man. She said Janet's eyebrows raised a little, not expecting to hear such a thing from Carly about us. 

To put Janet at ease, Carly shared just a little vignette about how sexually active she was before we met, and, while wanting to be faithful, often finds herself missing that excitement of screwing new and other people. While she's not planning on it, Carly said that she just wants to be sure in case her resolve fails her. And then Janet walked through that door that Carly had opened.

Yes, Janet had been with three other men while Mike and she were apart. Two were casual, and one started to become more regular than she had expected. And yes, she ended up fucking all three, the third on many occasions. She liked it, but still felt guilty. 

Janet started to become concerned for her marriage. She suspected that Mike was also fucking others, but that he was staying affectionately true in the marriage. She felt that she, however, was walking on dangerous ground, and quit seeing the guy. 

She said that sex with others was thrilling, so she knew very well what Carly was talking about. She did use her diaphragm, which obviously worked well because she wasn't pregnant. She preferred it to condoms because she, like Carly, liked the idea and feeling of a man shooting his cum inside of her.

Janet thought that she had her experiment, her thrill, but that she didn't know that she would ever want to do it again.

Fast forward six months. 

Since our interesting dinner party, the thought of a married woman fucking other men increasingly intrigued Carly and me, so much so that, when our friendship with Paul ("What Are Friends For") gave rise to the possibility and opportunity, we took it, and had a very erotic threesome with Paul three months after that dinner with Mike and Janet. However, since I was involved in the sexual act, there were no guilt pangs whatsoever. And Carly was still on the pill, so Paul's cumming in her only added to the excitement of that erotic fuck.

I never shared the story of our threesome with Mike because I knew that he had the hots for Carly. He admitted it to me, and I reciprocated with confessing my hots for Janet. I didn't want to put his nose out of joint by letting him know that I let someone else be the first to fuck Carly as a married woman. Plus, we had to be concerned for Janet. We just didn't feel that we could invite Mike into our bed behind her back. 

We had a big holiday weekend coming up where the military usually extended the liberty for most base personnel. Looking to make the most out of an extended weekend, Carly and I jumped at the opportunity to put into action an idea that the four of us hatched at another dinner and cocktail evening...to rent an RV and drive to Las Vegas.

The weekend arrived, and it took what seemed like an eternity to get out of the city traffic and out into the wide-open freeway. We had about a 6-7 hour drive ahead of us, but we were well-supplied with adult entertainment - beer, liquor, weed, and, yes, adult movies - to help us pass the time.

I was driving the first half of the trip, so I had to stay straight-laced. But the other three were celebrating. Well, to be honest, since they were celebrating, I resigned myself to driving the entire way. I didn't want any one of them behind the wheel.

After a few drinks and one joint which they vented out the windows, they decided to see if the adult videos that we brought for the occasion were any good. They were. There was a lot of fucking, sucking, combinations, etc. happening on the TV screen. Of course, I could only hear the audio, but my mind played a pretty good scene.

Having watched the first video, they, in their stoned state, began talking about the video, what turned them on, what turned them off. Carly said that, while she had some fairly sizable cocks, she had never had one the size of what she saw in the video. I became intrigued in the fact that Carly was becoming unabashed in talking about sex in front of everybody. I became even more intrigued when Janet began talking in an uninhibited fashion, too. I was all ears. 

"Since we're all being honest," she started, "I prefer sitting on top, cowgirl fashion. It feels better, and the dick goes deeper." 

Carly then confessed that she had a train/gangbang. It was exciting for her to be fucking so many cocks at one time. She said she was in erotic euphoria. 

This elicited deep interest from Mike and Janet. Mike said he just likes sex, any time, any place, any way, and almost with any woman. I had my eyes on the road, so I can't tell you if Janet shot him a glare or not.

After several minutes of erotic chat, I began to hear them challenging each other as to what they really would and could do. Nobody dared challenge Carly because they now knew that she'd pretty much done it all at one point or another in her teen and adult life...that is, before she was married. Again, they had no idea about our previous threesome.

Mike then blurted, "Okay, Ladies, let's put some action where the mouths are. If you're so daring, prove it with some strip poker." Maybe he expected them to balk, but they didn't. They were stoned. They accepted his challenge.

I heard Mike dictating the rules that were modified by the ladies. Basically, straight strip poker, but the winner of the hand gets to remove the clothing article of the loser. And, as long as there are still two clothed players, they play on. The naked third person, if losing again, has to act on a 'dare'. Fair enough.

As much as I wanted to join them, I could only observe fleetingly through the large rear-view mirror. But I saw a lot of what was going on. The table that they were sitting at was fairly close to the driver's area.

To level the field, each person wore 6 items. The women wore their shoes, shorts, panties, shirts, and bras. Mike wore his shoes, underwear, shorts, shirt, and a hat. 

Now, I need to give a disclaimer here. I was driving, so I couldn't see every little detail of what happened, and this happened some years ago. Some of this has been reconstructed from what I remember, or would like to think that I remember, and from later conversations with the others. But, to the best of my recollection...

After seven hands, they each had lost their shoes and Mike lost his hat, and then the game got very interesting.

With the eighth hand, Mike lost his shirt. Carly won. She took her time to pull the tee up his muscular chest and over his head. He was now sitting in his shorts and underwear. 

The next hand saw Carly lose, and Mike won. Carly stood up and moved closer to Mike. Sitting in his chair, he reached up and slowly unbuttoned her sleeveless blouse. When she stood, she positioned herself so that she was facing me, knowing that I could see her in the mirror. It was exciting, watching more of her bra-clad chest appear as the buttons were opened. 

Finally, the shirt came all the way off. She looked hot in her skimpy bra and shorts. Her smaller tits nicely filled the smaller cups, so you could just make out some of the sides of her tits as she moved, but no nipple came into view.

Janet next lost her shirt to Carly. So both ladies were in their bras and shorts.

Mike lost to Janet. He stood up to let Janet unfasten his belt, unzip the shorts, and slide them down his legs. He was wearing briefs, so his slightly-hardened rod began to make an impressive bulge in his briefs. 

I could tell that Carly's gaze was fixed on what she was beholding. She was expecting what greeted her. I told her about Mike's package when we were discussing Mike and Janet reuniting after being apart for so long.

Janet lost her shorts to Mike. I lost my breath when she stepped out of them and I saw her smooth, tight ass in those silky bikini panties. Even in her bra and panties, she presented one hot picture. She then turned her head around towards the front of the RV and shot me a smile.

Carly lost her shorts to Janet. Janet was deliberate in removing them, presumably to give us men a better show of the act. It was definitely a show. I saw that Mike couldn't take his eyes away from Carly. I'm sure she looked as hot to Mike as Janet looked to me. 

Here we were, seeing each others' wives in a state of semi-undress for the first time, and the sexual excitement was building. I caught Carly looking down at the growing bulge in Mike's briefs, then she giggled a little laugh.

Carly's cards ran bad another time, and she had to give up her bra. Janet won, so she positioned herself behind Carly to unfasten it, giving Mike a full view of her breasts as the bra fell away from the front. Mike uttered his approval of them in a heartbeat, and Carly's smile grew bigger.

Janet lost her bra to Carly, and Carly reciprocated, this time having Janet face towards me so that I could witness the spectacle in the rear view mirror. I'll be damned if their tits weren't almost exactly alike in shape and size!

Now, all three were in their underwear. The cards were dealt. Mike lost to Janet, and stepped over to her chair. While still seated, Janet began to wriggle his briefs down his hips. You could see them hanging up on his semi-erect tool. She put her fingers in the band and pulled it over the cock, which almost jumped out. Carly was so taken by the size of it that she put her outspread hands across her lips and said, "Oh, my God! That's what you've been getting, Janet?" 

"Indeed I do," was Janet's grinning response. 

I, myself, could only grin, knowing that Carly would not be able to refrain from commenting.

Mike took his seat, and the dealing continued. Janet lost to Carly, and stood up to face Carly. Carly made a little show of removing Janet's panties so that I could watch. When her pubic patch peeked out from the front of her panties, I was amazed at how trimmed her red patch was. It looked magnificent. As she stepped out of her panties, I could barely make out Janet's labia peeking down out of her slit. Breathtaking!

Now only Carly had one article of clothing on, and she lost it to Mike. Mike, however, insisted that he was going to remove her panties with his teeth. And that's just what he did. Even though his tongue and lips tickled her tummy and thighs, he was able to clench the panties' band with his lips or his teeth and pull them down, first one side, then the other, back and forth. I saw that Carly had her eyes closed, indicating that she was enjoying this.

I was rock hard in the driver's seat. There I was, seeing my wife completely nude in front of my good friend, who was also completely naked and sporting a raging erection that pointed right at her. I saw that it was fully engorged the entire time that he was removing her panties.

Surprisingly, Janet was getting into this game, for it was her that suggested they keep playing, this time for 'dares'. The other two quickly agreed. Mike lost to Janet. She stunned us all when she dared Mike to tuck his hands behind his back, and plant kisses up one of Carly's legs, starting at the knees, across her belly between her belly button and pubic patch, and then down the other leg while she was standing up. Carly smiled and laughed, and Mike moved in for the dare.

He began just above her left knee, and worked up her thigh. As he was kissing up her thigh, I thought I saw that he was tending to go more for the insides of her thigh than straight up the front. Carly closed her eyes in enjoyment, briefly putting her hands on his head as his kisses moved across her belly just inches up from her snatch. 

She let out a soft "Mmmmmmmm." 

Carly told me later that she started to feel a slight tingle in her pussy as he worked his way up her groin and across her lower torso. 

Mike told me later that his nose detected the aroma of her warm, wet pussy. That pushed his libido to the next level.

The next hand saw Janet standing behind Carly, reaching around with her breasts pressed against Carly's back, and fondling Carly's breasts for two minutes upon Mike's dare.

Carly lost to Janet, who dared Carly to sit back in her chair and lightly caress up and down her own gash for two minutes. Carly sat back and had to slightly part her legs to do that, giving Mike a very good look at her pussy. I've said it over and again that I get so fucking turned on at the thought of another man seeing her naked body, let alone the beauty of her pussy. Mike couldn't help but notice the extreme wetness oozing from her gash, confirming what his nose sensed earlier.

They dealt again, and Mike lost to Carly. Now that the women's sex pots had been exposed, there was nothing to hide. Carly dared Mike to lick Janet's cunt for three minutes. Janet sat back in her chair, pulling her feet up into it and spreading her legs to give Mike access. Within the three minutes, it seemed as if Janet was on the verge of cumming. She was definitely engrossed in his ministrations.

The motor home began to have the aroma of the women's vaginas, telling us all that they were in full heat. My mouth was becoming drier at the prospect of where this was heading.

Mike lost the next hand to Janet, who floored us again by telling Mike to lick Carly's gash for three minutes. Carly looked at Janet and asked, "Are you sure about this?" 




Road Trip



Janet said, "Oh, yeh, I'm sure," with what Carly later told me was an impish grin.

As Carly assumed the same position in her chair that Janet had, Mike positioned himself in front of Carly's vaginal opening, then gently lowered himself onto her mound and began tonguing her up and down. Carly flinched a little at first because it felt so good. Everyone could tell that Carly was building toward an orgasm. As her sexual tension mounted, she replaced her feet from the edge of the chair to Mike's shoulders, spreading her thighs wider to give him even better access to her. After a couple of minutes passed, Carly began humping her hips, pushing her mound back at Mike to exert more pressure against his tongue.

When the three minutes were up, Carly had come so close to cumming, but had not reached the big 'O'. All she could do was to just sit back with her legs splayed open, her eyes closed to the world, and mumble, "God, I was so close!"

She eventually stirred back to life, and another hand was dealt. Carly lost to Janet. Janet dared her to suck Mike's cock for 3 minutes. Carly knelt in front of Mike's seat, and set about to explore the plum-sized head of his cock with her lips and tongue. She worked her mouth over the head, taking the shaft part-way into her mouth. It seemed as if her mouth was all puffed out from the girth of his tool. After bobbing on the head of his cock for a little while, she then began kissing and licking up and down the sides of it. Mike sat there, looking down and admiring her naked dancer's body. To Mike's disappointment, the three minutes whisked by too quickly. Carly got up from Mike's saliva-slickened cock and took her seat.

Mike lost, Carly won. She wanted to see if Mike could rub his cock up and down Janet's pussy for three minutes without putting it in. I couldn't see this action because the back of Janet's chair was to me. But I could see Mike position himself between her creamy thighs, and I could see Carly's smiling gaze fixated on the action. Carly said that Janet's eyes were closed the entire time, and that she began flexing her hips up and down, rubbing her pussy back at Mike's cock. Mike held off, though, never letting the head of his cock so much as dip down into her pussy opening.

Mike won the next hand, and Janet lost. Since Janet had tempted Mike to sink his cock into her, Mike wanted to dip his cock into Janet's pussy, hold it there for two minutes, and dare her to not move her pussy. Two minutes was a long time. Neither moved. But Carly did. She moved in her seat to get a better look of Mike plunging his horse cock into Janet's wet gash. Carly was spellbound. After Mike pulled his juiced-up tool out of Janet's love channel, Carly asked her how she could stay so still. Janet simply said that it was so big that it filled her to the point where she really didn't have to move. It felt so good just the way it was. Carly replied, "I'll bet!"

The next hand was dealt. Mike won and Carly lost. Mike dared Carly to keep from moving her hips like Janet did while he stroked his cock up and down her pussy. Carly, Janet and Mike all looked at me for my approval, which I gave. How could I not? I wanted to see if Carly could do this. 

Since she was seated sideways to my rear view mirror, I could see her spread her legs as Mike knelt in front of her. Mike began stroking his hips back and forth, and I could barely make out the head of his cock poking up from between their hips every time he thrust forward. Carly closed her eyes, bit her lip, and remained motionless.

When their time was up, the next hand found Janet the winner and Carly the loser. Janet told Carly that she showed great restraint, but she needed a real test. She looked over her shoulder at me, and asked, "Should I?" 

I told her that I can only imagine what she was thinking, but told her to go for it...it should prove interesting. Janet dared Carly to take Mike's enormous cock in her pussy, and to not move her hips...just to see that what Janet had told her was true. But she had to remain that way for five minutes instead of just two! Carly looked at me for signs of a reaction. I looked back over my shoulder and said, "Janet won, and you did lose!"

Again, Carly spread her legs apart as Mike moved in for 'the kill'. Carly was fixated on his cock as he positioned the engorged head near her glistening wet lips. He pressed the huge head against the lips, and moved it up and down to gather some of her pussy juice on the tip of his tool. Once the head of his cock was adequately coated, he slowly began plunging into the depths of her pussy. Staring at the sight of his cock pressed against her pussy, Carly caught her breath and bit her lip, and the head of his cock wasn't even half way in yet. 

By now, Janet had retrieved from their bags a tube of KY jelly, and began smearing it around his entire cock. She also applied some to the outer lips of Carly's pussy. Carly told me afterwards that this was intensely erotic, to have another woman touching her pussy. 

He began to ever-so-slowly press the shaft down into her. It took a while, but the mammoth head finally plunged in, and then the rest of the shaft slowly disappeared behind it. By the time Mike's cock reached the depth of Carly's pussy, she was in heaven. After a few moments, Carly said in a dry voice, "Oh, God, I see what you mean! This feels so good!" 

They remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity, with Carly raving the entire time about how her pussy felt so stuffed. In reality, they were only half way through their five minutes. Carly couldn't help but want more. She reached down and started rubbing her clit and around her cock-filled opening, feeling up the base of Mike's cock. Before anyone could object, Carly said the she wasn't supposed to move her hips, but nothing was said about her hands. Janet and Mike just laughed, saying that she had a point.

My mouth was parched from being so aroused at knowing that my wife had a monster cock up her pussy.

With one minute of time left to go, Carly said, I need to feel more. 

Mike said, "Darling, that's all that I have!" 

Carly said, "No! That's not what I mean! I want to feel it more!" With that said, she began ever so slightly rocking her pussy against Mike's rigid pole. "Oh...My...Gaawwwd!!" was all that repeatedly came out of Carly's mouth. That, and, "Fuck it! I lose! I don't care!"

Mike continued to remain motionless as Carly's humping on Mike's cock became more and more pronounced. I was in heaven as I once again watched my wife fucking on another man's hard cock. It didn't take much more of that action before Mike broke down and started moving his hips back and forth, driving his dick in and out of her. Carly let loose with a loud moan, signaling that she was deep in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her body bucked and twitched as one wave after another overtook her. This might have been a record time for her to have an orgasm. at least for as long as I had known her.

Mike stopped his hip motion to let Carly catch her breath. Janet moved over to her and began caressing Carly's cheeks, her hair, and then her tits. Carly spasmed many times as she came down from her earth-shattering orgasm. 

Carly looked back and forth from Janet to Mike, and asked, "Can I have some more? Please?" Janet was the first to tell her that it was fine, but suggested that the bed in the back might be more comfortable. Mike and Carly agreed.

The two of them moved to the bed. I was a little dismayed because I had a great view of what had just happened at the table. The bedroom had a rather wide opening with a folding accordion-type door, but walls that blocked my view of their heads and lower legs. They left the door open, knowing that I wanted to see as much of the action as I could through the mirror.

Janet dressed and came forward, taking the passenger seat beside me, saying that there wasn't enough room for all them back there with what they needed to do.

As I looked back, I could see that Carly splayed her nude body in the middle of the bed, and Mike knelt between her knees. As he lowered himself to her, I saw her hands go down to her pussy, guiding his rigid pole to her thoroughly-soaked pussy. I couldn't see their faces, but I could see from their shoulders down to their knees. The sight of a man's naked, muscular body pressed against the youthful smoothness of my wife's was mind-blowing.

I saw her arms and hands begin to caress his upper arms and shoulders as his hips pumped in and out of her wide-spread legs. I was caressing my cock through my pants the entire time, then was startled when I felt Janet's hand begin to caress my hardness. I looked over at her. She smiled at me and said, "I think you'll get your turn." I didn't know whether she meant that I'd get a chance to fuck Carly's sperm-filled pussy after Mike was done stretching it out, or if I'd get to fuck Janet. I hoped it meant both.

After about what I suppose was fifteen minutes and multiple orgasms for Carly, I heard Mike say to Carly that he was going to cum. I then heard Carly ask him to cum in her. 

"Are you sure?" Mike asked. 

"I'm on the pill, and it's hot when a man cums in my pussy! Yes, I want you to cum in me!" 

With just a few more strokes, Mike let out a moan that signaled the spewing of jet after jet after jet of his seed deep into Carly's pussy, and I do mean deep! This brought Carly to one more tremendous climax. She was right in that having a man cum in her sends her over the edge! 

Mike collapsed on top of her limp body. After a few minutes, he rolled off onto his side so that he faced the front of the RV. I could see his pussy-probe still dangling in a state of semi-erection. I could also see it glistening with the wetness of her juices and his sperm. Its head was resting on her thigh. She reached over to gently stroke it as he began caressing her body. They remained in this position for quite some time, enjoying the afterglow of one very hot, very erotic fuck.

They emerged from the bedroom and came back to the table where it all began. Carly was still naked, but Mike had gotten dressed. Mike told me to pull over so that he could take the wheel, saying that it was time for me to have some fun. 

We stopped, changed over, and I made my way back to the table. I looked down at Carly, sitting in one of the chairs, with one foot on the floor and one foot up on the chair. This raised her leg up and gave me a view of that pussy that had just taken a pounding. The chairs were covered in vinyl, so she hadn't put a towel under her yet, and I could make out Mike's semen seeping out of her pussy onto the seat pad. God, her pussy looked messy and well-fucked. 

I continued past the table back to the bedroom, shedding my clothes as I went. When I got there, I was naked and ready for action with a hard-on that felt as if it were made of steel. I turned around, expecting Carly to come with me. Instead, I saw Janet coming towards me, disrobing as she walked. I looked at Carly. She just smiled and said, "I'm just too fucked right now. Janet needs some attention!"

I smiled at Janet, and she beamed back. Standing next to each other by the bed, I ran my hands up and down that exquisite, silky-smooth body of hers, giving ample attention to her magnificent tits. We closed in on each other and began hard, deep, penetrating kisses. My hands found her tight ass cheeks, then her wet pussy. She whispered that she already had her foreplay, and that what she needs right now is a cock in her.

I reclined back on the bed, remembering that she likes riding like a cowgirl. She climbed onto the bed, straddled over me, and aimed her red-haired pussy right for my hard cock. She sank completely down on my rod quickly, and immediately began riding me for all she was worth. I looked up at her as she looked down at me, locking our eyes together. My hands made my way up to her tits, then all over her, feeling every inch over her body that was fucking me.

To my amazement, she came quickly and hard. Seeing the orgasm-induced, enraptured look on her face brought me to a quick orgasm, too. I came for what seemed like an eternity. Even after I could spurt no more, my entire groin felt electrically charged.

She lowered her upper body down on me, and whispered in my ear, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that!" 

I uttered that I was only disappointed that it didn't last any longer. She replied that it was okay, we both had been so worked up watching Carly and Mike fuck that neither one of us could hold back. Then she reassured me that we'll get to do it again, but at a more luxuriously erotic pace.

And that, as you've undoubtedly read many times before, makes for another.



Road Trip



It was such a warm, sunny day that Jessie decided to ride with the top down. Her sporty red car zipped around the twisty roads in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. The sun shone down on her young, tan skin warming her. She had the roads to herself this bright afternoon as she made her way back for her final few weeks at school. She had spent her spring break visiting her family in their cabin in the mountains. It was a lovely break but between work, school and family she was starting to feel restless and amorous. The wind blew through her hair and played over her skin making her nipples harden and brush against her soft cotton tank top. The four lane was completely empty and Jessie reached over to turn on the radio. She turned up the volume and settled in for the long drive back to school.

A loud honk and cheering startled her out of her driving induced daze. She looked to her right and saw a car full of young men honking and yelling out their windows. One man mooned her as they sped away. Jessie shook her head and focused back on the road. The wind ruffled her skirt and she placed a hand on her thigh to hold it down. Her mind kept wandering back to that car full of young men and that muscular behind of the one who mooned her. 

She ran her hand up her thigh and under her short skirt; her smooth skin felt so warm under her fingers. Her skin prickled at her touch, it had been so long since she had touched herself or had been touched by another. She thought about waiting but she knew her roommates would be waiting for her so they could all dish about the break and who hooked up with who while classes were out.

Jessie's hand stroked her pubis through her white panties, she could feel the wiry softness of her hair. She looked around to make sure she was alone and set her car on cruise control. She shifted in her seat and spread her legs. she lifted her skit and started to rub herself through her panties. She was surprised to feel a wet spot already.

She slipped a finger under the leg band of her panties and felt the slippery wetness envelope her finger. she slid it inside and gasped at the sensation of doing something so naughty while driving. the wind continue to blow against her skin causing more arousal. Jessie realized she had to really act on this or she would never be able to focus on completing her long drive. 

She passed a sign stating that the next rest area was 69 miles away, she smiled at the unintended reference and thought she could never wait that long. The urge to touch herself was overwhelming as she squirmed in her seat.

"I could just pull over to the side of the road" she thought and quickly rejected that idea, cops and good Samaritans often stopped to check on pulled over cars and she did not want to be interrupted. She silently thanked the makers of her car for installing cruise control and slipped her panties down her legs.

Her skirt was pushed all the way up to the top of her thighs and she could feel the air play about her moist pussy. her right hand traced her lips and circled around her clit. She slipped a finger back in and spread her juices around her swollen clit. Slight tingles started to spread from her pussy to her belly and she touched and rubbed. She took her fingers and placed them in her mouth tasting how sweet and musky she was. Her hand went back down and started to pinch her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wriggled with pleasure.

Jessie was in the zone focused only on her pleasure. She continued to alternate rubbing and penetrating herself with her fingers. The miles droned on and she was lost in the erotic pleasure of doing something so dangerous. Jessie felt the car swerve over to the oncoming traffic lane, she righted the car and noticed the rest area was now just a mile away. She signaled her move into the right lane and slipped in front of a semi. "i wonder where he came from and if he saw anything" she thought to herself. A tremor shook her body as she thought of someone watching her while she did something so private, it was electric.

Jessie pulled into a secluded spot with some tree coverage. She put the car in park and lifted her left leg and spread out her right leg to have better access. She started to rub a little faster circling her clit in clockwise motion. "Oh yeah baby, rub that pussy," a gravelly voice said to her left. Jessie gasped and looked around. She saw a tall bearded man in tight jeans to her right with a large, rock-hard cock in his hand. She was a little scared, but so close to climax that she couldn't stop. she locked eyes with the man and the intensity of her rubbing increased. She slipped 2 fingers in her tight pussy and moved them in and out. She started to moan but still did not take her eyes off the stranger. His hand was moving so fast, all she could see was a flash on his cock. Jessie's breaths became shorter and she could feel heat concentrating in her belly, she was so close, another moan slipped out of her mouth, "oh God, yes" she panted. 

The stranger started to grunt and pant. "That's it baby, finger that clit" he whispered. As he uttered these words, Jessie's body went rigid and heat emanated from her belly to her extremities. Her whole body was covered in tingles. She let out a final moan as her body went limp, her car seat was soaked with her juices. she looked over as the stranger shot his load into the grass with a final moan. He tipped her a wink and walked back to his semi truck. Jessie pulled on her panties and put the car in drive, satisfied and refocused back on the road.



Road Trip



I cracked the window, enjoying the brush of the cool air against my skin.

"It's almost 3pm. Find a gas station." His voice was strong yet soft. Matter of fact.

I shook my head, "yes, Sir."

Things were easier if a smaller station with an old fashioned singled bathroom around back or on the side was available. They were somewhat harder to find now, but was one of the main reasons we always stuck to the smaller country roads where these older stations were much easier to come upon.

We drove another 10 minutes before seeing the a sign.

"There it is." His voice soothed my edgy nerves. I was beginning to get the antsy feeling that always came before my feeding.

I pulled into the station, spotting the door to the bathroom on the side of the small rust colored building. A few cars lined the side, a matching rust color covering most of the twisted and exposed pieces of metal. He stepped from the car, closing the door and headed towards the station's open door. No attendants stepping out to meet him. 

I closed my eyes, drawing a deep breath and exhaling. Breath control was so important. The passenger side door popped open and he leaned in, smiling. "I've got it. It's time." 

I smiled back, and nodded. 

I followed him around to the bathroom door, my knees shaking as we moved closer. 

"Did you remember the things, little one?"

"Yes, Sir. I have them here." I held the plastic bag out in front of me. He glanced around, making a small approving sound as he pushed the door open, stepping to one side to let me pass through. It was like so many others. Small, old and somewhat dirty. Too many years of rain, wind, dirt and humanity to bring it back to it's original luster.

The door swung shut behind him. The hinges squeaking out their cry as it moved. He twisted the lock handle.

I pulled a fluffy red towel out of the bag and folded it once, placing it on the floor. "Here, Sir" I handed him the thin, flat black leather cord. He took it from my hand, holding my fingers a second.

"Are you hungry now?" He whispered, my heart pounding faster as he spoke.

"Oh yes! Very hungry now, Sir." I moved to my knees, watching him as he moved behind me. I clasped my hands at my back and felt the leather cord wrap around and between my hands, then around again finally to be tied. Not too tightly. It was more psychological than a true restraint. He moved back to face me, his fingers working on the button and zipper of his jeans. "You've fed on nothing but my cock and cum today. Is your Master keeping you fed, my love? " His fingers gripped the base of his hardening cock, stroking slowly.

"Yes, Sir" I could barely whisper as I stared at his hand. How it moved! The tug and pull of his skin on his stiffening cock turning my insides to ash. "I am hungry…thirsty now, Sir. Please feed me." 

"Yes, my little one. I will." He brought his other hand around to cup the back of my head, drawing me closer, his feet spreading wider apart. "First, concentrate. Give thanks, my love." I closed my eyes, leaning closer, feeling my lips lightly pressing against his balls. I whispered softly to myself, thanking his balls for what they held For what churned and stirred within them. What would soon flow up and out of his body to feed me and quench my thirst. His fingers brushed lightly against my cheek as I continued to whisper my thanks to them. As if they were not a part of him, but something much more. The total sum of who he was to me. The sum being bigger than the various pieces. It all lay here. I kissed and licked them, continuing until his fingers curled deeper in my hair, pulling me back.

"Open wide now," I did as told, holding my mouth open as he better positioned himself, my eyes meeting his for a moment. He pressed his hips forward, pushing his now swollen and stiff cock into my mouth. It pressed hard against the back of my throat. With both of his hands now holding my head, he pulled me towards him as he worked his body to force the last inches of his cock down and in. He held himself there, knowing I could not breathe, counting until fifteen. He pulled back slightly and repeated the movement. Holding his cock firmly down my throat again until the count was completed. This was always how it started. He prepared my throat to being around him. To not contracting quickly as his shaft choked off my air. 

He then pulled back, his fingers curling into my hair. He pressed deep and hard on the next thrust, my throat filling with him. He pulled my head towards him as he snapped his hips, ramming his cock again down my throat. His movements soon came faster and harder. Each successive thrust more harsh, violent. His cock was so swollen and large, my jaw ached, my throat convulsed. He must have become used to the pounding his cock took as it struck the back of my throat to then be forced further down. If he felt any pain, he ignored any trace of it. His goal was one, train me to feed from his cock. To steal my breath with the force and thrust of his cock into what was now the throat he owned, my own.

I felt my pussy muscles squeezing rhythmically. I would need to cum soon. I would cum. I would cum as he brought himself closer. My body trembled. My knees cracking and shifting under his weight. The force of him fucking my mouth rocking my entire body. I could hear his moans and grunts growing deeper and louder. His hips snapping again and again, stretching my throat and setting it on fire. Tears slid freely from my closed eyes.

"Aaarrrghh! There! There, little one! Mmmm!!" His cum pulsed out of him, my body stiffening as my own orgasm raged. He held his cock buried in my mouth to his balls. I could not breathe and didn't care. Not now. Not that he was feeding me. His cum flowing gush after gush down and into my waiting, hungry stomach. He pulled back a second, I gasped and was again cut off from air as he pushed back down, reclaiming the lost territory, emptying himself completely into me. He held me a moment longer, then slowly pulled out. 

My head fell, my chin to my chest. I breathed fast and deep yet struggled to bring it quickly under control. He pulled his jeans up, fingers moving slowly to zip and re-button. I held my place, watching his feet as he moved again behind me and unfastened my leather strap. I rose shakily, glancing in the hazy mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair, my lips swollen and red. He cupped my chin, turning my face towards his. He kissed me softly, his dark eyes sparkling at me. "You are beautiful! And now, your lips are so full. Lets always work to keep them this way." 

I smiled back, shaking my head. "I would like that very much, Sir." I whispered, my voice horse and my throat raw. 

He placed the leather strap in my hand and turned for the door. I leaned down and picked up the towel, folding it again and slipping it under my arm. I followed behind him to the car, my fingers clutching the strap.

We turned out of the gas station and back onto the road. He turned the volume up slightly on the stereo as he reclined his seatback and closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "I hope you are not very full yet. I am certain I'll be feeding you again, and before too long."



Road Trip



Traveling to the other side of the state on a service call, Ernie had to stop to get some gas. While he was inside paying for the gas, he noticed a van pulling up to the station.

He walked back to the pump and started to fill up his car when he saw a beautiful blonde standing by the van working the gas pump. She was wearing a pretty dress made out of very light material. The slight breeze caused her dress to blow around without any effort. It's short length only enhanced her long sexy legs. She was beautiful! Ernie was secretly hoping that a good breeze would hike her dress up enough for a free show, but it was not to be.

After filling up his own car, and enjoying the view, he decided he had to be going. Traveling to the other coast only took a couple of hours, but they were two long and boring hours he did not look forward to. Most people took the main highway, but Ernie preferred to take the back roads. This allowed him to enjoy the trip as much as possible, without the stress of other traffic. He pulled into a fast food restaurant, grabbed a quick bite, used the restroom and headed on his way. If he were lucky, he would get there before sundown.

Traffic, even on the back roads, was unusually sparse today. He could not recall when he saw the last car either coming or going. This did not make him uncomfortable but rather relieved. Ernie enjoyed being isolated somewhat. As he drove he looked around at all of the dirt roads intersecting off of the main road and wondered where they went.

Then as he was passing another intersection he noticed a van off of the side with its hood up. Knowing that the road he was on was rarely traveled, he decided to see if the driver of the van needed help.

To his surprise it appeared to be the van he saw at the gas station so many miles back. He pulled up, got out of his car, and shouted "Hello?"

The woman he saw at the gas station stepped around from the front of the van. Instantly Ernie recalled how beautiful this woman looked from a distance. How much better she looked up close and in real life!

"Hi." The woman said. "I sure am glad you stopped! I haven't seen any other cars in awhile and was getting worried that I would be trapped out here!"

"What seems to be the trouble?" Ernie asked.

"I'm not sure. I heard a loud noise from under the hood, and stopped to check it out. Then I could not get it started again".

"Let me have a look at it". "By the way, my name is Ernie".

"I'm Lisa"

Ernie went to his trunk and took out his tool bag and followed Lisa to the front of the van. She started to explain where she heard the noise from by leaning over the hood and pointing to somewhere around the engine. It was then that Ernie noticed just how low the front of her dress was cut and how flimsy the material really was. He had a perfect view of her breasts as she was describing what she heard. Ernie tried to pay attention to what she said, but her breasts were all he could focus on. They were not the biggest, nor the best looking ones he had ever seen, but they looked great from his angle! It was apparent that Lisa did not realize she was entertaining him. He did not want to embarrass her, and yet did not want to look away. 

Lisa leaned back and had a puzzled look on her face about the condition of her van, and Ernie started to investigate. He took out some tools, and a flashlight. After several minutes, he determined that she had run over something, and as it hit the van it dislodged a connector next to the engine. It was getting a little darker, and Ernie asked Lisa to hold his flashlight while he reached down and connected the wires.

Lisa took the flashlight, and leaned over the hood again while Ernie was repairing the car. Again Lisa's breasts were in full view and tormenting Ernie. He bent down deep under the hood and was trying to get her off of his mind. Oh how bad he wanted to feel her breasts instead of a greasy connector! 

Lisa happened to look down and realized that Ernie could see down the front of her dress, and probably had been the whole time! Not giving her awareness away, Lisa felt embarrassed, and violated. Then just as quickly, she started to feel a little sexy. After all, they were totally alone, Ernie wasn't half bad looking, and he was working on her van. She often entertained the idea of being a closet exhibitionist, but never had the courage to actually do it. Now, inadvertently, she had started something she may be quite willing to finish.

Lisa continued to lean over the hood of the van as Ernie was finishing up. She was feeling a little self-conscious, (after all, what if he doesn't like what he sees?). He straightened up somewhat, and looked at Lisa again. Looking into her eyes he realized that his secret had been discovered. He felt somewhat embarrassed but noticed that she did not straighten up this time. It seemed that she knew what was on his mind, and was enjoying teasing him. She looked into his eyes, and with a smile said, "Do you like what you see?"

Not knowing how to answer and starting to blush, Ernie said "With the engine? Or do you mean you?"

"You know very well what I mean". Lisa answered with a sly look on her face.

Sheepishly Ernie answered "Yes".

Lisa continued to lean against the van, with her breasts knowingly exposed under her dress. "Have you been looking at me the whole time?"

Again a sheepish "Yes".

Lisa wiggled her upper body slightly so that her breast jiggled a little bit. Then noticing that the sun was setting, she stood up and walked around the van with something else in mind. The light material of her dress combined with the sun behind her allowed Ernie a silhouetted view of her entire body. It was as if she was standing there totally naked, except with her dress lightly blowing in the breeze. He could see the silhouetted shape of her firm breasts and erect nipples. If he thought they looked good before, they looked even better now! Ernie's cock was starting to get real hard as she positioned herself in various poses to allow him to see as much of her as possible. Lisa hiked up her dress and took her panties off. Then she faced the sun, and stood there with her legs spread just a little bit stretching her arms above her head. Ernie could see the silhouette of her pubic hairs between her thighs as the sun shined through them. The view was absolutely fantastic! All he wanted to do was grab his raging cock and wack off to this glorious sight! It wasn't long before he did grab it and give it a little attention.

With the sun finally setting too much to make the moment last, Lisa turned around and walked toward Ernie. Her beautiful hair and dress were blowing in the wind as she came toward him with an intense look in her eyes. While posing for this man, Lisa realized just how horny this was making her. To expose herself in a tantalizing way and teasing this man to the brink of ejaculation made her feel very powerful and sexy.

As she approached him, she could see a dark spot on his pants where his pre-cum had exposed how he truly felt. The stain was so big she wondered if he had already ejaculated. She decided to pursue this moment and tease him some more. She was working her way to a mini-orgasm herself with the way things were progressing. She could tell that she was wetter between the legs than she had been in a long time. Even with her best boyfriend!

She approached the van and leaned against it in such a way that her dress pulled up enough to expose the bottom of her perfectly rounded ass. She spread her legs slightly, and wiggled her ass to the left and right just enough to change the view with each wiggle. She started to rub her breast with one hand, while the other one reached between her legs and started to rub her crotch. She was well lubricated enough to slide a finger into her pussy. She spent the next few moments rubbing her pussy and using her lubrication to rub her clit. She started to cum in short gasps. 

Not being able to take it anymore, Ernie came up behind Lisa. He got down on his knees and put his face right on her pussy. He started to tongue fuck her and lick up her juices. Every once in awhile, he would use his tongue on her neglected clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Ernie provided Lisa with such unbelievable pleasures that she actually ejaculated! Her whole body was quivering with fatigue.

Then Lisa and Ernie stood up, went around to the sliding door, and opened it. When Lisa bent over, the floor of the van provided the perfect height for Ernie to enter Lisa's pussy with his raging hard on. He moved her dress out of the way, grabbed her around the waist and slipped his cock deep into her with one smooth thrust. They fucked each other for what seemed an eternity. Being out in the middle of nowhere, Lisa could scream her head off which drove Ernie into a "fucking frenzy". Harder and faster he pumped his cock into her until he exploded hot cum inside of her. 

Lisa was exhilarated, and satisfied. She did not plan on anything like this happening, but had always fantasized about something like this coming true. Ernie could not believe that the angel at the gas station was bent over in front of him with his cock deep inside of her. 

After resting up, they decided to go another round or two. After all, they were out in the middle of nowhere, and all alone. They both realized that it was a chance fantasy that would probably never be repeated, so they made the most of it. Ernie and Lisa experienced more orgasms that night than they ever had before. They both fell asleep late that night, cuddled up together.

By morning, they decided to travel on together, hoping they would have another breakdown. :)



Road Trip



Sheree reached over and unzipped my jeans. 

"Lift your ass up," she purred. "Let me see that big cock of yours."

I did as she asked, holding tight to the steering wheel as I raised up. She grasped my jeans and pulled down, the jeans pooling at my feet. My cock sprang out, the blood coursing through its length and thickness. From the backseat, I heard a gasp.

"Shit!" I said. "Your daughter's awake."

"So?" she said back. "She's 19. She's not a virgin. Let her see what her momma is getting!" With that, she leaned over and took my dick into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned. "You always were a great cocksucker! Keep it up, baby. Mmmmm..."

This wasn't fair I thought. So I spoke up. "Take off your pants and your top"

"Mmphlph?" she tried to speak around the mouthful of cock. When she pulled up, salivia dripped from her lips. "Why?"

"Well..." I said. "I figured that since you were acting so slutty, we may as well give these truck drivers a show."

She looked at me and then looked into the back seat. Her daughters eyes were glued to my huge prick abd her fingers were buried in her shorts, rubbing her pussy frantically. "If I do it, Deidre has to do it to."

I looked over my shoulder at Deidre. She looked back at me and ran her tongue across her top lip. Her eyes were starting to glaze. She looked at her mom and started to slide her shorts off. Sheree looked startled and then grinned. She turned back around and started taking her own clothes off.

Looking up, I saw a big rig just down the road. Accelerating, we moved up alongside the cab and got slightly in front of the truck, right where the lights would show the activity inside of the car. The sound of the rigs engine gunning told me that the driver could see inside of the car. I slow down and smiled when I saw the truck pull even with the passenger side windows. Neither Sheree nor Deidre noticed this. Both were extremely horny and ready to get something into their drenched pussies.

"Okay," I said. "Sheree, get on your knees on the seat and suck my dick!"

She did as I said. Getting on her knees, she bent over and started sucking fiercely. In that position, her ass was up in the air. With the height of the window, I could see that her whole ass was pressed up against the glass, exposing all of her to the truck drivers gaze. Not good enough, I thought. 

Reaching under her, I tugged on her hard nipples. She squealed and wiggled her ass against the glass, spreading her ass cheeks and showing the driver her pink, wet pussy. I leaned back and looked out of the window. I could see the driver staring down at her cunt. Smiling, I slid my hand down to her soaked pussy. My finger slid easily along her wet lips. The outer labia parted and I thrust a finger inside of her. She squealed and started sucking harder on my prick.

My finger thrust rapidly in and out of her. Wet, squishy sounds filled the car as I finger fucked her. 

"Morereiph," she gurgled around my shaft.

"More?" I asked. "Okay." With that, I put another finger inside of her. She was so wet, it went in easily. What the hell, I thought. Two more fingers joined the other two. Half of my hand was in her little cunt! 

Sheree started deep throating me as she came all over my thrusting hand. Her juices were squirting out with every thrust, splashing on the window. The heady smell of pussy filled the car. I heard a small sound from the back seat and looked. Deidre was bare assed naked, a sight I had wanted to see for so long. Her puffy nipples were hard as rocks on her medium sized titties. Her snatch had just a little hair over the top of her glistening crack. What I saw her doing almost made me run off of the road. She had her hand buried up to her wrist in her fucking pussy! She would pull it out just to the point where I could see her small fist and then slam it back in! Her other hand was shoving three fingers in her asshole! Her mouth was open as she was wrapped up in orgasm after orgasm. Pussy juice soaked the back seat.

Seeing that, I couldn't hold back any more. I pulled my fingers from Sheree's cunt and put my hand on the back of her head. Sheree felt me do this and felt my cock start to swell. 

"Noooo..." she gurgled, as I held her head down and erupted in her mouth. My hot spunk filled her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow or choke. She started swallowing and found out that she liked the taste of my cum! Soon she was sucking wildly, draining my cock dry. The taste of the cum sent her into another orgasm. Her body started rocking and her wet cunt slammed back onto the window. Her cunt lips spread wide open with every smack, showing the truck driver all of her pussy and her asshole. Juice coated the window and splashed every time her snatch spread itself to his view.

I saw the truck flash his lights. Up ahead, I saw a rest area with no facilities. Hmmm... I thought. Sheree had pulled her mouth back up with my cock. It was still standing up straight and hard. 

"That's it bitch?" I taunted. "That's all the cock-sucking you can do? Shit! I bet Deidre can do better."

Sheree laughed as she wiped traces of cum from her lips. "Let's see. Deidre?" She looked back.

Deidre still had her fist in her pussy, pistoning in and out. Sheree looked shocked, then she reached out and touched her daughter's hard nipples. I knew that things were really going to get wild, so I pulled off into the rest area.

Sheree and Deidre were so wrapped up in the sex, they never noticed that the car had stopped. I heard moaning and soft whispers coming from the back seat. When I looked, I saw that Sheree had her ass up against the window and had replaced Deidre's fist with her own. She was savagely fist fucking her own daughter! Deidre was on her knees with her head banging against the roof as her mom plunged her fist up into her.

"You fucking slut!" Sheree hissed at her. "You like this? Huh? Take my fist you Goddamn whore!"

Deidre had tears coming down her face from the pain and pleasure. Her breath was coming in gasps as she came again and again. "Oooooooohhhh yesssssss... Fuck me Momma, fuck my pusssssyyyyy.....OOOOhhhhhhh!!!" she moaned as she came again.

My cock was rock hard at the sight. I got out of the car, my big dick bouncing in the night air and went to the back door. I noticed that the truck had pulled in beside of us and that the driver was standing beside the car watching the show. He had his own pants open and he was jacking off the biggest dick I had ever seen! It was twice as thick as a coke can and probably 14 inches or so. The driver looked at me and smiled while still jacking his monster cock.I smiled back and opened the door. 

Climbing in, I saw that Sheree was slamming her pussy back against the window and she was still fisting her daughter. Pussy juice coated Deidre's ass and legs as she was squirting all around her momma's fist. She was bent forward slightly and her beautiful ass was coated with her juices. 

I leaned past them, unnoticed, and pressed the down button on the other window. The window sank silently into the door, leaving Sheree's ass and pussy open to the air and the driver's close inspection! She moaned as she felt the cool air caress her soaked and inflamed pussy.

I climbed back behind Deidre. Her eyes were closed and her hands were gripping the seat tops. I reached around with one hand and grabbed her titty, pulling hard on the nipple. Deidre moaned loudly and started cumming again! She still hadn't noticed me.

With the other hand, I reached down and grabbed my thick cock. She was thrusting back and moving around as her mom continued her brutal assault on her young tender cunt flesh. Her soaked skin coated my dick as she thrust all around me. My hand slid easily on my dick. I knew it was ready. I stopped pulling on her enlarged nipples and put one hand on her hip. She steadied for just a second and then I struck home! 

My large cock speared upwards, stabbing into her tight asshole. It slammed past her spchincter ring and buried all 10 inched deep in her vise-like rectum! She screamed as I ripped her tender ass wide open!

I started to thrust as she tried to pull away. But between my tearing dick and her mom's fist, she was stuck. Tears poured down her face as she pleaded for me to stop.

"Please...pleasssseee... no... don't... please.. Yesss!!! Fuck Meeeeee!!!! Fuck my ass you mother fucker! Do it! Fucking make me bleed! Oh God, momma! He's tearing me in half! It feels so good! Fuck me with your fist!" She started to scream as the pleasure overcame the pain. I picked up the pace and really started to grudge fuck her tiny asshole. She was cumming and the love juices were mixing with the small flow of blood from her violated ass. I kept slamming it home as she started screaming out from another orgasm!

Sheree's ass was already half out of the window. Her cheeks were spread wide and her dripping pussy was wide open to whatever the driver wanted to do. All of the this and Deidre screaming to be fucked was too much for the truck driver. He reached out and grabbed Sheree's hips pulling her hard backwards. Her ass slid a little bit more out of the window.

She felt his hands on her and didn't know what was going on. She couldn't move though, due to her awkward position, being bent in half. When the driver pulled her, her hand was jerked roughly out of Deidre's pussy. Deidre screamed in pain as cunt juice splattered on the seat. Her pussy lips were stretched out and hanging down and her poor violated pussy was gaping open. I continued my assault on her back door though. Now I was able to bend her over some and really pound her asshole. 

"Is that all you got, mother fucker?" she hissed as I ripped her ass open. "Fuck me like you mean it! Rip me! Fuck me! Fuccckkkk meeeeeee!!!!!" Blood was trickling out of her ass as I continued pounding. She was in a constant orgasm from the fucking.

Sheree was scared now. She had no idea what was happening to her! She was still dazed from the sex and extremely turned on, but still!

The driver held onto her squirming hips with one hand and her reached down with the other and spread her cunt lips open. Her pussy stood wet and ready for anything. Not this huge dick, he thought with a smile!

She tried to pull away from the hands on her, but she had no traction. Her eyes were wide with fear and she felt his fingers probed into her wetness. She jerked as his fingers found her swollen clit and pulled gently. She screamed out in orgasm as she creamed all over his fingers.

He saw her body jerk and the pussy juice squirt out in a thick stream onto his hand. No better time than this he thought! With that, he slammed forward. His cock tore into her already stretched open pussy. Cunt juice splattered out into the air as he ripped upwards, tearing the tender folds. She screamed out from his brutal assault. What made it worse was the fact that she didn't know who was fucking her or anything else. All she knew was that her cunt was stretched to the maximum and she was tore open. The hot blood was mixing with the hot pussy juice, scalding her legs and his prick.

He plunged halfway into her and slammed bottom. She lunged forward screaming and crying as he brutally assaulted her. His giant dick was a blur as he ripped deep into her and roughly pulled out. Her juices and the blood made a perfect lubricant. The heat was intense and her clit was being banged against his cock with every thrust. Her whole body was charged with electricity. Her cunt was shooting juice out around that monster. She started cumming and kept on cumming. Her hands shot out and grabbed her daughters tits. Her fingers squeezed the flesh and Deidre's nipples stood out like little points. Milk shot out in a stream from the pressure.

Deidre screamed out as her mother bruised her tender titties. Her eyes stayed shut and her breath was in gasps from the pain in her tits and the pleasure of her ass fucking.

Sheree starting screaming as the driver sped up, his cum boiling in his balls.

"Fuck me you bastard! Fuck me.. fuck me... fuck me... my pussy is yours! Oh my fucking Godddddd!!! I'm your slut! Your bitch! Your whore! I'll do whatever you want me to do, just fuck me!!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed. Her pussy wrapped tighter around his dick. Juice squirted out like from a fire hose. Spittle flew from her lips and her nipples shot milk out like rain. Her body felt like it was being torn apart from the force of her orgasms. Milk pooled on the seat as he fucked her ripped pussy with jackhammer blows.

The driver felt his cum start to rise. He pulled out of Sheree in a shower of cunt juice, leaving her pussy looking like an open pipe. He grabbed her hips and pulled her limp body from the car. She shot out backwards into his arms, spittle running down her slack chin and milk leaking from her nipples. Cunt juices dripped from her abused cunny and splattered on the concrete. Her body was still jerking with mini-orgasms. Her whole body seemed to be one giant clitoris!

The driver set her down and knelt over her face. Her jaw hung slackly as he gripped her head and forced the king sized prick head into her mouth. Her eyes shot open wide as she fully realized what was happening, but it was to late. Her ass slammed up and down on the pavement, abrading her bottom. Her stretched pussy lips were slammed underneath her ass, ripping the tender lips even more than they already were. Blood mixed with her still leaking cunt juice, making a sticky pool of fluid that was slowly spreading. Her nipples still leaked milk as the orgasms shot through her. Her arms beat weakly against the ground as his knees had them pinned. The driver reached back and shoved his hand up her gaping cunt. He twisted his fist around inside of her, hitting all of her tender spots, causing her to orgasm wildly. Suddenly his body went ridgid and he jerked his hand from her abused cunt.

"Ugggghhhhhhhhh!" the driver groaned, as he shot his wad deep in her throat. It was thick, sweet and burned like lava. He shot so hard, Sheree's head snapped back and her mouth would have popped off of his spurting cock if he hadn't been holding her head. Shot after shot filled her mouth, as she desperately tried to swallow it all. She almost succeeded when he shot one last load that was bigger than the rest. Sperm filled her throat and went up into her nasal cavity, leaking out of her nostrils. She started to gag and couldn't draw a breath. He pulled out of her mouth and let her head go.

Sheree got to her knees with her head hung down and startred coughing. Ragged breaths came into her lungs as she coughed up the spunk that was clogging her airways. Her ass was back in the air where she had started. She started to laugh as she finally could breath. 

The driver looked over at her and said, "Thanks!", then walked back to his truck. Sheree leaned her head down onto her arms and let her ass stay in the air, letting the night breeze cool her off. She could still hear sex sounds from the car where I was ass fucking her only daughter. She grinned. At least her ass hadn't been fucked!

I had Deidre bent over double now. She had her whole hand shoved up inside of her cunt as she was being double fucked. Her face was pressed into the seat, her titties spread out onto the seat leaking milk. Her asshole was red and inflamed from the savage pounding I was giving it. I stiffened and thrust forward, burying myself completely in her ass. She screamed and started cumming again! My cock spewed forth into her swollen ass. It was so hot she screamed in pain.

"Oh God! Stop! It fucking burns! Please stop!" her tears started to fall.

I ignored her and started to savagely pump her asshole. My spunk made her even more slippery. Finally I felt the last load spew out and I pulled free from her ass with a loud popping sound. Spunk, blood and shit dribbled out of her ass as I flipped her over. Her body was shaking and her pussy was wide open from her own hand. She had been through so many orgasms that she had no strength left when I crawled up to her face. 

"Lick me off like the good little cocksucker you are!" I snarled. "This is for all the shit you've put me through. Walking around with nothing on but a thong. Fingerfucking yourself under the blanket when you sat on the couch next to me. Walking out of the shower wearing nothing and then bending over in front of me like you thought I wasn't there! Yeah, I know all about that stuff!"

Deidre stuck her tongue out and licked at my huge balls. I pulled back and stuck my slimy dick in her mouth. She deep throated me with a skill beyond her years. She cleaned my dick off and brought me back to full hardness. I pulled out and smiled down at her.

"No..." she pleaded. "It was great, but I'm wore out! Can't you see that?"

I laughed and stroked her cheek. "No problem kid. This hard-on is for that bitch of a mother of yours. She needs her ass filled!"

Deidre joined me in laughing. "I get to watch though!"

We poured out of the car and were greeted by a strange sight. Sheree was still on her knees in a puddle of blood, spunk and tons of pussy juice. Her head was leaning on her arms and her ass was stuck up in the air, still slick with cum and juice. The driver was backing his truck out and he waved at us. 

"Thanks again friend!" he said as he started pulling off. ""That's a great little whore you got there!" I laughed and waved back.

Walking up next to Sheree. I could see the abrasions on her butt and her still bleeding pussy lips. Her cunt had shrunk some, but it still looked huge and open. I reached down and slid my whole hand inside of her. The cum squished around my fingers as she tried to pull away. Her moving only caused her cunt to lock around my fist. She started to grunt and I felt her pussy spasm as she started to cum. I roughly pulled my fist free and grabbed her waist. Her ass came back towards me and her cheeks spread open.

With one brutal thrust, I jammed my cock all the way in. She screamed and tried to get away, tearing her knees and hands up even more on the pavement. I stayed with her and slammed in and out of her, over and over. Her asshole was swollen and bright red when I finally shot my seed deep into her bowels.

"Ughhhhhh..." I groaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...... Fuck!!!!!" she yelled as she came with me.

I pulled out of her and looked at the two. "That was great! But maybe we should go."

"Why now?" asked Deidre rubbing her mom's torn abraded pussy as well as her own. Her mom just lay there in the puddle, smiling and moaning softly.

"Look down the road, " I said pointing at the highway. Lights were coming and I could see the blinkers. "Looks like our friend radioed everybody! So we either go, or ya'll get to fuck a few dozen people."

"No more... Ohhhh!" Sheree moaned as Deidre helped her to her feet. "I can't come anymore! Lets just get going and then after we've rested, Deidre and I can show you, and you alone, our thanks for helping us."

"Not a problem," I said as I helped them into the car.

I got behind the wheel and pulled out from the rest area. Deidre was laying back in the mess of the back seat. She lazily looked up at me and brought a glob of my half congealed spunk to her lips. Her tongue snaked out and she slowly sucked it in and down her throat. Smiling at me, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Sheree looked over at me as she lay back on the reclining seat. Her battered but satisfied body flashing out of the darkness from the passing headlights. Dried milk caked white on her swollen nipples and her pussy lips were stretched out at least by four inches. They lay like loose flaps on the seat.

She saw where I was looking and fondled the flesh. "Looks like they are stretched out for good this time! At least my pussy is back to normal! Goddamn, but he had a huge cock! And you are going to have to ass-fuck me like that again!"




Road Trip



I started laughing as I drove. Who knew what the rest of the morning had in store for me?



Road Trip



I met Nadine nearly five years ago. I fell in love with her two years ago. By that time, we had become very close friends and she was unable to see me as anything more. We managed to get past the awkwardness and remain close.

We were inseparable, in fact. We went everywhere together. Except for the sex and the romance, we were a couple in every way. It was a frustrating situation and I was incapable of changing it. Then came the roadtrip.

Nadine's younger sister, Eileen, belonged to a community service organization. The group had volunteered to go to some tiny rural town in the middle of nowhere to clean up their graveyard. Eileen had talked us into going with them. It was an old graveyard, full of weeds, tree branches and the occasional grass snake. The group needed as much help as they could get. Eileen's on-again, off-again boyfriend, Larry, had also been recruited.

The four of us had always had fun together and this trip was no exception. Larry's van was echoing with hysterical laughter all the way to the little town. Larry drove and Nadine was riding shotgun. Eileen and I had to sit on the floor in the back of the van. We had taken the seats out some months before and had never been able to get them back in.

We arrived at about 9 am. There were a lot of volunteers, but I didn't know most of them. Eileen started the day off with the others, but eventually the four of us stayed together for most of the day. We spent the whole day laughing, while we were pulling weeds and clearing debris. We never stopped laughing.

At the end of the day, we grabbed some quick showers at a truck stop just outside of town and headed home. We expected to get back at around 1 am or so.

A few miles from the truck stop, the van started slowing down. Larry had been having some transmission problems and it looked like the thing had quit on us again. We were stuck. We had plenty of gas, and the engine was purring like a kitten, but it wouldn't go into gear.

It was too dark to work on the engine, and too cold to walk back to the truckstop, so we had no choice but to spend the night in the van on the shoulder of the freeway.

We still had a cooler half full of snacks and drinks that we'd taken to the cemetery and Larry had a bottle of whiskey he'd been keeping in the van to give to his brother the next time he saw him. We had a little party.

After a couple of hours, I wasn't exactly drunk, but the van did seem to be spinning a bit more than is standard for that model. I fell asleep on the floor of the van, watching Eileen trying to throw potato chips in Larry's mouth.

I woke up when someone elbowed me in the side. Eileen was lying next to me on the floor, wearing only her T-shirt. Larry was crouched over her, wearing her panties over his head and tickling her unmercifully. She giggled and thrashed and elbowed me again.


I sat up. Eileen gave a little scream and grabbed her jeans. She held them in her lap all wadded up, trying to cover herself. Larry laughed and yanked them away from her. Eileen abandoned all modesty as she lunged for Larry and wrestled with him for the jeans, laughing and shouting and cursing.

It was a hell of a show, but I took a moment to glance over at Nadine. She seemed dead to the world, slumped against the passenger door with her feet propped up on the driver's seat. She was oblivious to Larry and Eileen, despite all the noise they were making.

He got the pants away from her, pulled open the door and threw them into the road. Eileen shrieked as the frigid wind blew through the van and she pulled her knees up under the T-shirt. Larry smirked at her while she shivered, holding the door as wide open as possible. I had to grab my jacket and put it on. He pulled the panties off his head and threw those outside too before finally closing the door.

Eileen stared at him in shock. She was trying hard to be angry, but was having trouble keeping a straight face. Then she grinned at him and winked at me. She pulled off the T-shirt, opened the door herself and tossed it outside with the rest of her clothes. Then she crawled over to where I was sitting against the wall of the van, climbed onto my lap and put her arms around my neck.

It was Larry's turn to look shocked. Technically, they were not dating at the time, but those two had broken up and gotten back together so many times it was hard to keep track. Everyone knew they were together, regardless of what their current status was at any given time.

Eileen was kissing my neck and blowing in my ear. I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved in this game, but you don't often find yourself with a beautiful naked woman throwing herself at you, especially on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I ran my hands over her body. I went slowly, giving both of them an opportunity to stop me before I crossed the line, but neither one of them did. They seemed to be daring each other to push it further.

"Go ahead," Larry said to me. "I want to see you fuck her."

I was happy to oblige and Eileen seemed eager to let me. She started tugging at my pants, anxious to free my stiffening cock. She took it into her hands and softly rubbed it up and down. She tickled the crown with her fingers and used her other hand to massage my balls. She gave Larry a beautiful, seductive smile and then kissed the head of my dick. Slowly, she drew me into her mouth. She gave me a very different kind of smile, wrapped around my shaft. I could feel her tongue, licking and stroking, while she gently sucked on it. 

As I surrendered to the experience, I suddenly realized that Nadine was awake and watching. She was still propped up against the passenger door, unmoving, but she wasn't missing a thing. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. She winked at me and then looked back down at her sister giving me head.

Larry yanked his pants down and flopped down on the floor, insisting that it was his turn.

Eileen agreed, but made him move up and sit with his back against the front seats. She moved up between his legs, crawling on her hands and knees. I had a beautiful view of her ass and pussy. She looked back at me and wiggled her ass back and forth a little. If that wasn't an invitation, I've never received one.

As she clamped her mouth onto Larry's cock, I got behind her and pushed into her doggie-style. I buried the head of my dick inside those pretty pussy lips and stopped, just enjoying the feeling. Eileen got impatient and thrust back against me, impaling herself on my cock, pulling away, and forcing herself onto me again.

Nadine was watching me again. As I penetrated her sister, she was wearing that mysterious smile and looking at my face. I felt like I was getting lost in Nadine's beautiful liquid eyes even as I plunged in and out of Eileen's moist well. It was the most erotic experience I've ever had in my life.

Sadly, it had to end sometime. Larry started groaning as Eileen worked on him. I watched Eileen swallow Larry's entire cock into her throat as he started to cum. It drove me over the edge as well. I felt the explosion from my dick. I heard myself grunt. My eyes crossed and my entire body shuddered in ecstasy. I kept pumping Eileen as I shot my sperm into her. Eventually, the orgasm passed and I rested, still buried inside Eileen, enjoying the aftermath.

Nadine was grinning at me now. She watched as I pulled out of Eileen and cleaned myself up as much as possible. Eileen felt my exit and crawled over to sit on Larry's lap. Neither of them realized that Nadine was awake. I fell asleep staring at her face.

When I woke up again, it was daylight and we were moving. Larry had gotten up and made another temporary fix to the transmission and gotten us on the road. Eileen was cuddled up against my back and to my surprise, Nadine was lying in my arms, fast asleep.

Once we'd returned home, we had a bit of excitement when we realized that Eileen's clothes were still on the freeway 140 miles away. Larry and Nadine argued a little over who was going to go up to her apartment and get her something to wear, but Eileen ended the discussion by getting out and walking to her door completely naked. It was a lovely sight.

After that trip, Nadine's feelings toward me had changed. She told me that she had not been able to see me as a sexual person until she watched me do her sister. Since then, we've gotten engaged. Larry and Eileen have since been married and divorced and are currently living together. We haven't repeated the events of that trip, but we talk about it. Someday we'll get together for another adventure.



Road Trip



They had been on the road for two hours and they were already starting to get antsy. The four of them, Sue, Karen, Paula and Jen, were headed across country in Sue’s Durango on their way to their first year in college. Instead of flying, they’d decided to drive cross country for the experience. After two hours, they were itching for trouble. 

Sue pulled into a gas station to fill up and get something to drink. As she walked inside, the two guys outside the station watched in appreciation as her ass wiggled from side to side. Karen, the hell raiser of the bunch, didn’t miss the looks they were giving Sue. Smiling at Paula and Jen, she walked over just behind the guys. As the two guys talked about how fine Sue’s ass was, Karen caught them by surprise saying, “Yep, nice tight ass. Bet that pussy is real juicy too.” 

Both guys turned quick, guilty at being caught but equally surprised to find a petite blonde behind them. Karen smiled at them, taking a step forward. Licking her lips, Karen eyed each one. 

“Oh yea, I bet she has a really fine pussy under there. But I bet you guys have something really fine under your jeans too, don’t ya?”

Karen ran her hand down each man’s chest, coming to rest over their groin. Both guys swallowed hard and followed as Karen stepped back behind the corner, away from prying eyes. Karen’s blue eyes sparkled as she licked her lips. Slowly kneeling down in front of both guys, she opened their jeans with one hand each. Slipping her hands inside their jeans, she pulled out their cocks. Neither guy said a word but just looked at one another and then back down at Karen. Without another word, Karen slowly took first one guy’s cock in her mouth and then the other guy’s cock. Alternately between them, she licked and sucked them slowly, their cocks quickly coming to life. 

Both guys were panting as Karen was sucking when Jen walked around the corner. Jen stopped, looked at Karen’s mouth going down on one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen. Karen’s hand was jerking the other guy’s cock, her grip firm and tight.

“Karen, Sue wants to get back on the road. She sent me to find you.”

Karen took a cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Well, then you better help me out here. I can’t just suck them hard and then leave them, now can I?”

Karen’s mouth went back down around the thick cock and she sucked him down to her throat. Jen, not wanting to disappoint, and feeling her own juices starting to flow, knelt down beside Karen and slipped her hand around the other guy’s cock. He looked down as Jen’s brunette head went down on his rock hard dick. He moaned as her mouth closed tight around him, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. He looked over and watched Karen’s blonde head banging up and down on his buddy’s cock and moaned again. This was fucking unreal.

Karen reached down between her legs and slipped her hand inside her shorts, rubbing her wet pussy. She moaned on the thick cock in her mouth as her finger slid easily inside her wet pussy. Karen sucked faster, pumping the base of the cock with her hand as her mouth sucked the tip. Karen’s fingers worked her pussy faster and faster, her own orgasm close. She loved to suck cock. She loved the taste and the feel of a big thick cock in her mouth. She sucked harder and the guy moaned and then shot his load in her mouth. Karen kept sucking and moaned as her own orgasm broke.

Jen heard Karen and the other guy. She looked over and smiled. Karen was good. Jen tightened her lips around the cock in her mouth and sucked harder and faster. Karen leaned over and licked the guy’s balls as Jen sucked his cock. The guy moaned and thrust his cock upwards then lost it as his cock started to spurt cum everywhere. Jen licked him clean and then Karen sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth briefly. Rising, they stood, patted the guys on the cheek and then walked back around the corner laughing.

Jumping into the Durango, Sue was already sitting in the driver’s seat and Paula was in the backseat waiting. Jen slipped up front with Sue and Karen hopped into the back with Paula, both were laughing and wiping their mouths.

“What the hell have you two been up to?” Sue asked as she pulled out onto the road.

Karen giggled and Jen looked back at her, “Just helping ourselves to a couple of dicks, that’s all.”

Paula couldn’t believe it and told them to tell all. As Karen explained about what she’d seen, from the spotting of Sue’s ass to blowing both guys, they all got a little excited. 

“You told them my ass was cute? And even talked about my pussy?” Sue couldn’t quite believe it.

“Oh yea, they wanted a piece of your pussy really bad. Your pussy and your ass.”

Paula shifted and opened her legs a little. “Speaking of pussy, all this talk has mine crying out for attention.”

Karen looked over at her. “Then do something about it. You need to open up a little, have a little fun.”

Paula’s face turned red and then she looked away quickly. Karen laughed and before Paula could say anything else, Karen reached over and slipped her hand inside Paula’s shorts. Her fingers immediately were drenched.

“You weren’t kidding. You’re wetter than hell. God, it’s fantastic. Your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Paula had stopped moving and sat still, trying not to get excited by Karen’s hand up her shorts, touching her pussy, but feeling incredibly aroused all the same. Karen leaned over and ran her finger up and down Paula’s slit through her panties.

“What they hell are you doing back there, Karen? What’s going on?” Sue was straining to see what was happening in the back seat. Jen had turned around and was watching with renewed interest as Karen quickly undid Paula’s shorts and pushed them open. Lifting Paula up, Karen pulled Paula’s shorts and panties down and tossed them to the floor.

“Shh, I’m just going to taste a little of Paula, that’s all.”

Before anyone could say anything, Karen had leaned over and was licking Paula’s wet pussy with the tip of her tongue. Paula moaned and Jen took a quick breath. Karen licked slowly, never having tasted a pussy before. She liked it. Her tongue slipped easily up and down Paula’s lips, sliding just a little inside and then out again.

“Oh God, this is so good. I never knew pussy could taste this good.”

Karen went back to licking and Paula moaned, no longer caring that she was sitting in the backseat of the Durango, one of her best friend’s licking her pussy as her other two friends sat up front, watching and listening. Karen slipped her fingers up Paula’s thigh and slowly opened Paula’s pussy wider as her tongue pushed inside. Paula moaned and pushed her hips out.

“Oh yea! Oh fuck! Eat my fucking pussy! Lick my fucking cunt!”

Paula was totally losing control. She never said words like that and now, here she was, yelling out to have her pussy eaten. She moaned as she felt her pussy tighten and then her orgasm broke through. Karen kept sucking on her pussy and Paula shivered again. Sitting up, Karen smiled and licked her lips. Jen reached out and pulled Karen’s face to her. Licking Karen’s lips, Jen tasted Paula’s pussy and nearly exploded.

“Sue, pull over. Hurry! I’m fucking horny.”

Sue found a spot off to the side. She, too, was feeling wet between her thighs. None of them had ever talked about this before. None of them had ever been with a woman before and now here they were in the middle of nowhere suddenly wanting to get naked.  

Sue pulled off and stopped the Durango. No one spot for a few minutes and then Jen pulled her shirt off over her head. She has small tits and wasn’t wearing a bra. Sue stared down at Jen’s little nipples and nearly came unglued. Reaching out, she touched the tip of her finger to one and Jen moaned. The nipple became hard and erect immediately. 

“Lick it, Sue. Like my nipple.” 

Jen was urging her on. Slowly, Sue leaned over and flicked her tongue over the tip of Jen’s nipple. Jen moaned and Sue closed her mouth around the little nub and sucked. Karen and Paula had started stripping in the backseat and were getting hot and heavy with one another. As Karen leaned back, Paula took one of Karen’s big nipples in her mouth and sucked hard. Karen moaned. Meanwhile, Jen had slipped her hand up inside Sue’s shirt and was stroking her tits. 

“This is crazy. We need a room.”

Sue pulled back away from Jen, started the car and headed back out onto the road. As she tried desperately to find the closest motel, Jen leaned back and opened her shorts. Slipping them off, she ran her fingers down over her muff and started to stroke her wet pussy. She watched as Paula slowly lowered her mouth over Karen’s pussy and started to lick her first kitty. Jen moaned and Karen yelled out for Paula to lick her faster. Sue stepped on the gas. She saw a sign for a motel just up the road. She headed that way and didn’t realize she was over the speed limit until she heard the siren’s behind her.

“Fuck!”

Sue pulled over to the side and waited. She looked over at Jen and then back at Karen and Paula. She stepped quickly out of the Durango, slamming her door. Thank God for tinted windows. The cop coming towards her was probably in his thirties, early forties. He wore his uniform tight and his eyes were covered by sunglasses. He smiled and stopped away from her. 

“Officer.”

He looked at her and then the Durango. The Durango was shaking slightly from side to side and there were muffled moans.

“Miss, I need to see what’s going on in that vehicle. You were driving awfully fast and then you popped out awfully quick when you stopped. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

Sue wasn’t sure what to do. She was horny as hell and just barely was keeping herself from either reaching down and slipping her hand down her panties or dropping to her knees in front of this cop and giving him one hell of a blow job.

“There’s nothing going on, Officer. I promise.”

“Miss, I need to open that door.”

Sue realized she wasn’t going to be able to stop him. The Durango started to shake harder and the moans got louder. Stepping forward, the cop opened the driver’s side door and leaned in. 

“Holy shit!”

His eyes scanned the interior, watching as Paula’s fingers and mouth were all over Karen’s pussy, licking and fucking her. Karen’s hands were kneading her naked breasts. Jen had sat up, removing all her clothes and was leaning over the seat. Her fingers were drilling Paula’s pussy, causing her to moan and suck on Karen’s pussy harder. Sue looked in and felt her body heat up again.

“Officer, I was trying to get to that motel up there when you stopped us. We’re terribly horny and this is the first time any of us have ever licked a pussy. My pussy is getting all wet and wild because I have to drive and no one can lick me while I’m driving. Officer, I just want to fuck something so bad.”

Sue was leaning against him, rubbing her body against his. He looked down at her and then back inside the car. 

“Miss, you drive up to that motel and I promise you you’ll get nice and fucked. I’m about to go off duty and then I’m going to go off inside your hot little pussy.”

He walked back to his car and waited until Sue had settled back into her car and drove on. She pulled into the motel, ran inside and got a room with two king size beds, then drove around to the back. She watched as the officer pulled in next to her. Getting out and slamming the door shut, he watched as Sue and the other three, still all naked, climbed the stairs to the room. All four girls were amazing.

He walked into the room, tossing his sunglasses on the table and started to strip. Karen was helping Sue get naked as Paula and Jen were falling on each other on one of the beds. 

“My name’s Derek, by the way.”

Naked, his hard cock jutting out away from his groin, he grabbed Sue and slipped his fingers roughly up inside her. She moaned and said her name was Sue. Karen slipped down to her knees in front of him and as she slipped her mouth around his cock, said her name was Karen. He moaned as her warm mouth enveloped him. Sue grabbed hold of his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as his fingers thrust up harder and harder. She was so fucking wet and so fucking tight.

Paula and Jen were laying in a sixty-nine moaning and writhing on the bed. As Sue moaned out in an orgasm, Paula yelled out one of her own. Derek quickly pushed Sue over, bending her over the bed. Grabbing his hard dick in his hand, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her tight pussy. Sue moaned and Derek pushed harder, drilling his whole cock into her. Karen crawled up on the bed and opened her legs wide. Sue leaned over and got her first taste of pussy as she ate Karen’s. Karen moaned and pushed her hips up. Derek was grunting, fucking Sue harder and harder. Sue’s tongue was lapping at Karen’s pussy, pushing deep inside her. Sue moaned and felt her orgasm rip through her. 

A knock on the door stopped them briefly.

“Don’t worry. I had a feeling you four would be energetic. I called for back up.”

Jen ran off the bed and flung the door open. Standing in the doorway was the biggest, blackest cop she’d ever seen. He took one look inside and smiled. He stepped inside, close the door and said, “My buddies call me Shaft.” Then he grabbed Jen, pulled her over the bed where Paula was laying and quickly pulled his clothes off. As his boxers dropped to the floor, there was no wonder why they called him Shaft. His dick was long, thick and blacker than black. 

Paula reached out, grabbing him in her hand and tugged him onto the bed. Jen and Paula knelt on either side of his cock and both went to work licking and sucking him. He moaned as Paula’s red lips took the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked hard and fast. 

Derek had switched and was now fucking Karen’s ass as Karen ate Sue’s pussy. Karen’s fingers were drilling Sue as Derek’s cock fucked her harder and harder. Karen moaned, pushing back against Derek’s tool and then Derek plunged deeper into her. All three of them came in a hard grunt. Derek pulled out and both Karen and Sue dropped to their knees to suck him clean. The three of them laid on the bed, resting and watching.

Wanting some of the young pussy for himself, Shaft laid Paula out on the bed. Pulling Jen, he laid her on top of Paula, their tits rubbing together. Opening both of their legs wide, Shaft slowly pushed his cock first into Paula. Stroking her slowly, he fucked her. Then, pulling out, he thrust his cock into Jen’s tight hole. Back and forth, in and out, Shaft fucked both Paula and Jen. 

Sue, not wanting to be left out, crawled off the bed and down between Shaft’s legs. As he pulled out of either pussy, Sue took his massive black cock in her mouth and sucked, then guided him into the next waiting pussy. Paula and Jen were moaning, kissing and licking each other as Shaft fucked them. With another thrust into Jen, Shaft moaned and pulled out. All four girls dropped to the floor in front of him and hungrily lapped up the warm cum he shot over them. 

Looking over at Derek, Shaft smiled and then laughed. Laying back on the spare bed, Shaft watched as the girls kissed and licked each other clean.

“You know, man, we made need another cock for these girls. They’re horny little bitches.”

Derek laughed and said, “Hell, we better call out the fucking reserves. By the way, you are all of age, right?”

All four girls laughed, nodded their heads and then divided up. Sue and Jen crawled up with Shaft and Paula and Karen laid down with Derek. The six of them slept for a while and then Derek called two more buddies and they had a wild time. So far, the girls were only a couple hours into their trip and they knew it was going to be one hell of an adventure. They couldn’t wait.



Road Trip



Mike Gaines has the slickest 57’ Chevy around. Candy apple red two door with white roll and tuck leather interior. It has a 396 cu. in. engine, dual four barrel carbs, four in the floor and 411 posi-track rear-end. Mike takes his pride and joy out twice a year to blow her out and enjoy her for the weekend. He hits the interstate for several hours, takes a state highway with a great stretch of straight road and ends up in a quaint little place with the greatest greasy spoon hamburger Mike has ever tasted. The McAllen’s bed and breakfast there is his overnight stay. This is day one. The next two days are spent wherever fate leads him, always ending back home and to work Monday morning. Mike’s gorgeous wife Allison takes their son Danny and visits her mother three towns away for these two weekends a year. Its early Friday morning and he can’t wait to hit the road. He has half a tank of gas and decides to head on out and gas up later. As he hits the interstate, all his cares and troubles melt with the roar of his awesome machine. Almost every oncoming driver turns their head to get a few seconds look at this red bomb blasting down the road. Mike keeps it at 70 mph., but doesn’t worry about sticking his foot in it. Mike is a cop and has never had trouble from the state troopers when out playing like this. He waves at those who wave first and ignores those that don’t.

Mikes notices a lot of bikers out on the road. He comes up on one group after another. He seems to remember something about a huge biker rally going on somewhere around here but doesn’t think too much about it. The bikers tip their heads as if to say nice ride man and Mike tips his back as if to say thanks. It is a great day. Fun was being had by all. 

The gas gage is getting close to a quarter of a tank and there is a small truck stop up ahead. Mike pulls in and heads for the pumps. They are all taken up with bikes. Must be two dozen of them in line or getting fuel. Mike gets out to stretch his legs and waits patiently for his turn. He is in no hurry to get anywhere in particular.

As Mike stretches he noticed movement toward the back of his car. He turns to see black leather moving around his car. The hottest looking blonde biker he has ever seen was stroking her finger along the paintjob of his trunk. Mike had too many coats of paint on this beauty to count but decided to hold off giving this “lady” a hard time. She walked down the side of the car toward Mike still admiring the car. When she got to Mike she ran her fingernail across his stomach and continued down the front fender. 

“Nice.” She said still looking at the car. “And this Chevy is sweet too.”

Mike had arrested too many like her to play this game. He said nothing but watched her closely. She took her sunglasses off and looked at Mike. She had the coldest light blue-gray eyes Mike had ever seen. They were scary. 

“Park this hotrod and come ride with me sweet meat.” She said.

Mike just smiled and shook his head, no thanks.

“Awwwww, honey you don’t know what you’re missing.” She faked a pouty sad smile.

“Maybe aids or syphilis or gonorrhea?” Mike said.

Her eyes burned at him, her claws came out. Her fingernails rested on his hood. He shook his head no, she took her hand away.

“Hey, Eyes, you coming?” One of her gang called from the pumps.

“Shut the fuck up bitch, I’ll come when I’m ready and you will come when I’m ready, so shut up!” Eyes replied glaring over her shoulder at the inquirer. The others laughed. 

She was pissed. She looked back at Mike, her eyes burning through him. She unzipped her leather jacket to show Mike she was wearing nothing underneath. She took her breasts in her hands and held the amazing globes out toward Mike. She had a beautiful pair of eyes tattooed on her left breast, and something else on her right one that Mike couldn’t quite make out and didn’t want to. “You will never touch a pair like these asshole! Just remember you blew your chance at them and I hope you have wet dreams wishing you could kiss them just once!” She whispered through clinched teeth and turned toward her girls. 

Eyes slapped the girl who had hollered at her and climbed on her bike. They fired up their motorcycles and the eight girls left the parkinglot in unison, Eye’s jacket blowing in the breeze, her breasts exposed for all the world to see, and Mike thought, admire. He pulled to the pump and gassed up. There were other bikers there still filling up. Mike heard some snide remarks and jeering laughter. A couple of huge bikers moved toward Mike as if they were planning on harassing him, nasty smiles from ear to ear. Mike pulled his wallet out to get his money but also to flash his badge.

“Hello gentlemen, having a nice day?” Mike asked. He turned and put his hand on the small pistol holstered in the back waistband of his jeans. He never went anywhere without his service 45 or his backup gun. 

The men stopped cold, put up their hands as if to say, hey man we don’t want any trouble.

“Just checkin’ out your ride man, that’s all, just admiring the machine.” One of them said as they backed up. 

“Glad you like it.” Was all Mike said.

They left before Mike finished fueling, he watched as they pulled out on the highway. He went to pay, anxious to get back on the road and put this ordeal behind him. Another group of bikers pulled in. They were checking out the 57’ with genuine interest when Mike got in, put his gun on the seat beside him and started the engine. 

“Cool machine, man.” One guy next to Mike’s car said.

“Thanks, nice bike.” Mike answered. It had some of the hottest red, orange and yellow flames painted down the side of the blue tank and fender that Mike had remembered seeing. Mike had passed these guys earlier.

“Thanks.” The biker answered.

Mike waved at them as he pulled away from the pumps and headed out. He knew most of these guys were just out to ride, drink a little beer, do some drugs; Mike didn’t want to know about that, and have some fun. They weren’t out to do anyone but themselves any harm. Mike was on vacation and didn’t want to hassle anybody. But this Eyes babe, she might be a different story. Mike saw something dangerous there, and he didn’t want to see it again.

Mike was pulling off the interstate in the next hour. He couldn’t wait to get to this special stretch of state highway. It was straight as an arrow and no one remembered seeing a cop on it for ever. Not so much as a little boy with his toy pistols and plastic star on his shirt. Mike always pegged the speedometer along this stretch. He didn’t know exactly how fast he was going. The speedometer only went to 90. It pegged before Mike hit fourth gear. There was a hole in the wall town just as he left the interstate, but three miles past this town would be clear sailing. Mike hit it, windows down, hair blowing in the breeze, the needle approaching the peg. 

Mike was into the second or third mile of straight road when he noticed the dark riders in his rearview mirror. He punched it to the floor. He didn’t think they could catch him but he wasn’t taking any chances. He was afraid he knew who it might be. He wasn’t losing them, and soon he would have to slow down for a series of curves in the road. As he entered the bend curving right he ran head on into a hay truck passing a combine! These damn farmers, he thought, they think they own the road. Mike slid into the ditch on the left side to avoid them but the road took a quick bend to the left and Mike was sliding into it way too fast. He slid sideways back onto the pavement and started to fishtail. The only hope he had was to straighten out onto an unpaved county road that intersected the highway. He slid onto the road, cutting a half donut, bounced through the ditch and came to rest facing the way he had just come. He stopped just inches before smashing into a stand of trees off the side of the road. The sudden recoil slammed Mike’s head against the door post of the car and sent his head reeling with pain. 

Mike was coming out of his half conscious state when he heard the sound of bikes shutting down. Just as he looked up an arm reached through the driver’s window and slapped a handcuff around his wrist. A sudden yank had his arm stretched out the window. He reached for his gun that had been on the seat beside him but it was nowhere to be found. Another arm reached through the passenger window and slapped another cuff around his right wrist. The yank on this cuff rendered him motionless. The cuffs had chains attached and there were three of four bikers on each chain. Mike could handle two maybe three but eight? He quickly assessed the situation. Eight bikers and it was the chicks, Eye’s gang. 

They opened the door pulled the chain through the window and quickly regained their hold on it and pulled Mike from the car. The passenger door opened and the four on that side climbed one at a time across the seat and out the driver’s door, each keeping a tight grip on their part of the chain. 

“I’m a cop!” Mike yelled. “Look at my badge. In my wallet, my badge.”

The stand of trees Mike had almost hit lined the road where a house had once stood. Eyes headed into the trees and milled around what used to be the front yard of this house. There was little left here. Just a few boards and a concrete slab. The others followed Eyes dragging Mike with them. Two girls started moving the bikes between the trees to hide them from sight of anyone coming down the road. There was another stand of trees in what would have been in the backyard and a couple of worn falling fence posts, with rusted wire curled here and there, part of what use to be the back fence.

Eyes took the chain and wrapped the excess to one of the posts, she tied several knots in the chain. Mike’s left arm was secured, the girls holding if let go and started pacing around Mike, their eyes hungry and mean. Eyes moved to face Mike. She took her glasses off, once again these piercing evil eyes stared a hole through him. She grabbed Mike’s cock and slid her hand across his crotch to his back pocket. Mike tried to back away from her touch but the others pressed him against him. She pulled out his wallet.

“Ladies, we have Officer Mike Gaines here, say hello.” She studied his ID.

In unison they said hello and hi, how are you and several rude remarks. Mike knew he was in deep this time and no evident way out. His only hope was if someone saw them and came to check it out, but then there might be more than just Mike in trouble. 

“Eyes, what do we do with the car?” The girl that hollered at Eyes at the truck stop asked.

Eyes looked at her and shook her head at her. “Move it, maybe? Zip, you are such a dumbass!” She slapped her again but this time grabbed her in a head lock. She looked down at her and kissed her hard on the lips. She let her go, pushing her away. Zip hurried off, Mike heard his car start. He soon saw it pull into the field just down from the house far enough off the road to not be seen. He hoped her red coat would attract attention even through the trees. He prayed they didn’t mess her up any and that she was alright. Zip rushed back to join the fun, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.

“Well Mike, you don’t like our kind? We don’t meet your standards honey?” Eyes was circling him, studying his body, her fingernails dragging across his shirt. “You see Mike, when I invite a dick to ride it isn’t a suggestion but more like an order, got that? The next time I tell you to get on my bike get you cock on and shut up!” She stared at him once again taking his genitals in her hand. She began to squeeze and kept squeezing until she saw the pain in Mike’s eyes, but he didn’t make a sound. Mike pulled against the chains but it was no use they were secured, he could only pull them a couple of inches. 

“Sheila.” Eyes said, motioning to another to hit the back of Mike’s knees. 

Sheila obeyed and Mike dropped to his knees his arms outstretched. Sheila took hold of Mike’s hair and pulled his head back. Mike tried to get to his feet but Eyes kicked him in the balls and Mike shrunk back down in pain. 

“Owwahhgaaaa!” Mike moaned, the blow took his breath away. He ducked his head.

“Oh, did I hurt the big man’s balls?” Eyes took his hair and yanked his face up to hers. She pressed her leather clad pussy in Mike’s face, he tried to turn away but her grip was too tight.

“Sheila, Alex, his feet.” Eyes ordered.

The girls took Mike’s feet and pulled his legs out, he lay on his back now arms secured his balls aching, Eyes standing straddled above him. She unzipped her jacket and threw it to Zip. She went down on her knees placing her hands on Mike’s shoulders. 

“Have you got a big cock pig man? Is it juicy and thick, your big porker, is it fat and long? Can you fuck eight bitches at once?” Her glare was turning to a lustful hot gaze.

She dropped down until Mike’s face was between her tits. She wallowed them all over him. She sat up and took Mike’s shirt and ripped it open. Buttons popped and flew off. She raked her long nails across his chest. She slid down his body raking his belly as she went. Red whelps were rising on his skin along her nails path. The others were busy ripping what was left of his shirt off and tossing it aside. He was bare from the waist up. Eyes was approaching the fly of his jeans. She undid his belt and pulled it out of its loops with a swooshing sound. She wrapped it around Mike’s neck and pulled his face toward hers. She pressed her lips against his but there was no response from Mike, Eyes hotly worked her lips against his. She sat up and Mike saw the tattoo on her right titty was just a blue and black design that looked something between flames and horns, no recognizable object.

“Let’s see his cock girl!” Sheila said hungrily. 

“Yeah.” Alex threw her two cents in. 

Mike thought he detected an Australian accent in Alex but he wasn’t sure. He was trying to let ever detail sink in. He was trained to observe the scene and collect the details for investigations. But this time was different. He usually got to the scene after the crime had been committed, now he was the crime being committed. Eyes unsnapped Mike’s jeans and licked his belly, running her tongue down as she slowly lowered his zipper. As much as Mike tried to fight it he was getting aroused. When she got him unzipped she pulled his pants down.

“Scar, BJ, get these damn pants the hell out of here.” Eyes ordered the girls.

They pulled his pants from beneath Eyes and jerked them off his legs. They took his tennis shoes and socks off as well. He saw an opportunity to do some damage, it might be stupid he thought but he took it. He pulled his legs under Eyes when she inched up to let the pants go. He placed his feet in her stomach and pushed as hard as he could. She went flying back arms and legs churning to break her fall. She was back on top of him in a heartbeat. Zip laughed. Eyes looked up at her with eyes ablaze. Mike thanked Zip in his mind. Eyes turned her attention to Zip for the moment. 

Zip backed away as Eyes stepped toward her. “I’m sorry Eyes, please, I didn’t mean anything, please Eyes I’m sorry.”

“Ok bitch.” Eyes turned her back to Zip acting as if she was returning to her fun. But with a sudden twirl she swung around and jumped off the ground and kicked Zip, her heavy boot slamming into her mouth. “Damn, you are so fucking ignorant! Why the hell can’t you keep your mouth shut bitch?”

Zip hit the ground, out like a light. The others looked on but didn’t move to help her. Sheila, Scar, BJ and Alex were busy cuffing Mike’s ankles and securing one of them to another nearby tree. 

“Hey Mouse, roll your bike over here, we need something to anchor big dick down to.” BJ called to one of the last two girls.

A skinny little thing obeyed and brought her bike to them, she could barely move it. 

Mike watched Zip as the crotch of her faded jeans turned dark with wetness. Even in his predicament he was worried about her, wondering if the blow did any real damage. Her mouth was red with blood it was pooling up next to her head. 

Alex laughed. “Guess you kicked the piss out of her this time huh, Eyes? Don’t you think you ought to go easy on her though, I mean after all she is your sister.”

“Fuck that, you’re all my sisters. Except Orange, she’s my cunt. If I need to kick your fucking teeth down your throat I will.” Eyes looked up at the girl with bright red hair and blew her a kiss.

Orange blew it back and patted her pussy and swayed her hips as if to say, I’m special. She smiled at the others and they smiled back. 

“Orange is every bodies cunt. We all love our Orange juice.” Sheila smiled.

Eyes fingers had been kneading Mike’s cock and balls inside his underwear this whole time. He couldn’t help it, he was getting rock hard. He thought of Allison and Danny safe at mom’s house. He had already decided that if he got out of this he could never tell anyone about it, unless it was Dr. Hampton. He would have to get checked for disease, if he made it out alive.

“Hey BJ, I think your snack is ready.” Eyes looked down at the 7 inches of Mike’s manhood stiff in her hand. 

BJ sat on Mike’s chest with her ass in his face and leaned down and buried her mouth over his entire cock with one quick motion. She didn’t lick him to get it wet she just sucked it up. She was bobbing up and down on him soon getting him wet with her hot saliva. Mike could feel someone pulling his underwear off and ripping them from his anchored legs. No matter how he tried or what he thought of, this girl BJ was bringing him back to the hot wet bath she was giving his unwilling cock. Eyes pulled BJ’s head off. She held on as long as she could and moaned in objection when Eyes finally won. Eyes pulled BJ’s wet mouth to hers and kissed her long and hard licking her lips lustfully, BJ was wallowing her ass in Mike’s face. Then she pushed BJ off Mike and she rolled away laughing.

“Ok, girls who wants him next, anymore hungry little mouths that need the taste of sweet pig dick?” Eyes glared down into Mike’s brown eyed sexy face. 

Mike looked around at the others. Sheila and Scar were undressing. Alex was looking at Zip and laughing. Mouse was standing naked at Mike’s feet. Orange was massaging Eyes shoulders looking down at Mike. Her gaze was moving between his eyes and his swollen cock. BJ got off the ground and joined Sheila and Scar stripping above Mike’s head. 

Mouse sat at Mike’s feet and rubbed them. The other three nude girls sat around Mike and began touching him and staring at his long thick cock. Orange now stood behind Eyes and stripped. When she was done she stripped Eyes remaining clothes off. Alex was slapping Zip gently trying to wake her up. She was coming to but very slowly. 

When Zip finally woke up she jerked up and rolled on her side and started spitting out mouthfuls of blood. Her eyes were swollen and red, the tears started flowing like a river. She squealed out a moan and got to her feet. She looked at Eyes and then looked for something to use as a weapon. She stumbled to a dead tree twenty feet away and pulled a branch off it, it cracked as it broke off in her hands. She leaped back toward Eyes. Eyes was already standing, nude, waiting for her sister to do whatever it was she thought she was going to do. Something told Mike that Eyes had many more weapons than Zip and she held them at her sides and at her feet.

Zip raised the branch and rushed at Eyes! Eyes didn’t as much as flinch. Zip swung the branch and faster than lightening Eyes threw her hand out caught the branch and broke it with one quick blow of her other hand. Zip stood there crouching with half the branch gone and just cried. Eyes dropped the branch in her hand and gently wrapped her arms around Zip and pulled her toward the circle of fun. Zip dropped the branch, and walked with her sister. “Alex, honey, get some water and a rag would you babe?” Eyes ordered. Alex was back in a second with a canteen of water and a red garage rag.




Road Trip



Eyes lovingly washed Zips mouth and face. She looked at her with love now that the anger was gone. She brushed her hair back and caressed her face and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek. 

“Honey, you have to learn when to laugh, when to cry, when to shut up and when to speak out. I hate popping your ass, but if I let you get away with making a fool out of me the others will be cutting my throat in the middle of the night, right girls?” Eyes and Zip looked at the others. They shook their heads yes. Alex pulled a switchblade out of her pocket and opened it, shaking her head yes indeed I would.

Eyes picked a couple of twigs out of Zip’s messed up hair. “Now, little sister, do you want some pig dick or not?”

Zip looked down at Mike lying naked, helpless on the ground, the others hands rubbing him all over. She shook her head no. Eyes hugged her harder and held her head against her breast. 

“Zip, babydoll, you know you need to so just forget about this hassle shit and have some pig.” Eyes held her face in her hands and stared down into her tear stained eyes and stuck out her pouty lip as if to say I’m sorry. “You know you want it, just look at that fine cop cock.”

Zip wiped her eyes and nose on the rag and looked down at Mike. She looked at his cock, then into his eyes and back to his gorgeous cock. She slowly looked up at Eyes and shook her head a couple of quick times as if to say, yes I guess I do want some. She started to strip as Eyes returned to her fun.

As Scar sat down on Mike’s chest he saw where she got her name. Her belly looked like it had been ripped open from side to side, a thin red scar a reminder of whatever happened. Above the scar where tattooed the words, “The asshole who did this is dead, do you want to join him?” Her ass and pussy were warm on his chest and he hated the feeling it was raising in him. The others were still massaging and working his body over. Scar kissed his lips and he turned away from her. She laughed and licked down his neck working her way wetly down to his cock. She took her turn sucking him. Eyes soon pulled her off and the next took her turn. Some would kiss and tease at Mike’s face others would just bury his cock in their mouth and start to suck him. 

Soon Mike was writhing beyond his control. As one would have him ready to cum, Eyes would stop the action and start something new. Allison would work this magic on him when she was wanting him to last an especially long time, when she would get extraordinarily horny. She would suck him and play with him until he was ready to cum then press her thumb hard on the opening of his cock. When he settled down she would start again. After bringing him to the point of cuming several times he would stay hard for a long time. Once she had screwed him for over an hour and a half during one of these marathons. She had so many orgasms they quit counting and when Mike did cum at last he exploded like a cannon going off. He screamed so loud it woke Danny. Mike wouldn’t be able to cum for ever after a few more goes at him like this and then they would take turns at him however they wanted. His cock would be hard for ever and they would do as they wished with it.

He thought of Allison, he loved his wife with a passion. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine it was her on top of him and not this slime of the earth bunch of sluts. Allison would deny Mike nothing in bed. They had the best sex life he could imagine. He couldn’t stand the thought of giving her something, some disease. They always made love on the night they got back together after these weekends. Mike would have to come up with some reason why he couldn’t. He thought he could feign a back ache and act as though he was dying. This would be a good excuse to go see the doctor also. He thought of anything but this filth…raping him…! Rape? This was the only way he could think to put it, no other word for it. 

“Move over girls.” Eyes said looking down at Mike. “I’m think he’s ready for some wet sweet sweaty juicy pussy, don’t you?”

They all moved back but kept at least one of their hands somewhere on Mike’s body. Eyes knelt down between his thighs watching his eyes all the way. She placed the fingernails of both hands on his balls and held them. “So, you want to kick my ass into next week do you?” Eyes said referring to the ride Mike had given her. 

She dug her nails a little further, Mike winced at the pain. “You know how bad this would hurt if just dig into your scrawny little nuts. 

The others watched with excitement in their eyes. She took his cock and slipped the head between her teeth. She bit down until Mike reacted in pain.

“You know how bad this would hurt if I bit the head of your fucking cock off?” She said through her clinched teeth. 

She bit down, Mike stiffened with the pain and let out a groan, waiting to see blood poor from her mouth. She let go and wiped her lips. She lowered her mouth back to his hard cock but sucked it into her mouth using only her soft lips and tongue on him. She crawled up on him and rubbed the head of his dick between her pussy lips and slowly slipped down on him, she began to hunch him slowly. Her salty juice burned his cock where she had bitten him.

“Orange, kiss me, damn it, sit on his face and kiss me!” Eyes was getting close to cuming.

Orange obeyed, her mouth kissed Eyes and her ass and pussy came to rest on Mike’s face. He tried to avoid it but there was nothing he could do. She was square on top of him rubbing her body against him. 

“Play with my tits!” Eyes ordered Orange, she obeyed again.

Eyes was soon writhing and cuming on Mike’s cock. When she fell off to the side another took her place. Orange moved to Eyes and fondled her lovingly and watched the show. One after the other took their turn at Mike’s cock. Sheila licked him clean before she climbed on and fucked him all she wanted. Zip stuck two fingers in his ass as she sucked his cock. She then took her ride atop him. Alex laid her head on his chest when she came and licked his chest and neck and humped like a mad woman. Mouse crawled up his legs when it was her turn. She turned her ass to Mike’s face and fucked him. He watched her skinny little ass the whole time. BJ held Mouse’s face between her legs and Mouse ate her while she screwed him. When BJ was too hot to take any more she pulled Mouse off, to Mouse’s displeasure and dropped down on him and began her turn. “You never cum anyway.” She said to mouse. BJ stared into his eyes and just licked her lips the whole time. Scar was next in line and sat down on him and smiled as she stroked him in long slow strokes. Mike closed his eyes again and tried to imagine it was Allison on him, he had to cum and get this hell over with, even it they killed him when they were through. BJ slipped between his legs and settled in behind Scar. As her fingers began to play with Scar’s ass she hunched Mike harder and harder. She was soon cuming and when the hot juicy hit the head of Mike’s cock he joined her, hunching back against her arching his back to drive into her. He hated his body at this minute but there was nothing else he could do. Scar fell off revealing Mike’s shrinking cock to the group.

“Hey!” Orange yelped. “I don’t get any?”

Eyes just looked at Mike. “Well, Mr. Policeman, looks like we get to wait here until you can squeeze my Orange Juice. The others complained, most of them half dressed and getting ready to take off. It was late afternoon and they were in a hurry to get to tonight’s partying. Eyes looked up at Orange and shook her head. 

“Sorry little babe, looks like you lose out this time. Listen up you bitches! When we settle in to party tonight Orange calls her man and the first one to touch him without her approval eats my fist. Got it? GOT IT?!!!” Eyes screamed. The others shook their heads in agreement, fear gripping their eyes. 

Alex moved to Eyes side and put her arms around her waist. “Who cares anyway, I’m fucking you tonight.” She said. 

Eyes kissed her and looked down at Mike. “What about stud fuzz? What do you want to do with him?” She asked, her eyes looking at each member for an answer.

“Nothing.” Sheila said. “I like his cock, we may want to take another ride on him next year. He should be ready by then.”

They all laughed at this, especially Eyes. They all got dressed and lined their bikes up at Mike’s head, ready to go. Alex put her switchblade to his throat as Scar, BJ, Mouse and Sheila released him. He didn’t move. Zip tossed his car keys toward the 57’, it would take him almost thirty minutes to find them. They left, stirring up a cloud of dust as they went. Mike heard the roar of the engines fade in the distance.

Mike got up and put on his pants, shoes and socks. That’s all that was left. He finally found his keys. He had an old work shirt in the trunk. He put it on and got back on the road. He couldn’t find his gun anywhere. He could imagine the next time Eyes kicked Zip’s ass that Zip might just pull it out and blow her head off. Mike couldn’t have cared less if she did.

Mike headed to the house, he would have to do some things before Allison got home. How could he put off her sure to come sexual advances when she got back? He thought and thought and decided on a plan. He would take a back tire off the car, let the air out and drive a nail into it. He would put on the spare and tell Allison that the jack had slipped while he was changing the flat and he had sprained his back. He had a red sore whelp where Eyes had sunk her teeth into his cock. Allison was sure to see that. He would say that the jack handle had flown out and hit him. That would add to his injury act. That would also give him reason to go to the doctor. He hated to face his wife and lie to her but he didn’t see anyway around it. He couldn’t bare to tell her what had happened. 

She came home that next day and Mike laid out the story. She was so sympathetic towards his pain. She doted over him like a mother hen. Danny cried because his daddy hurt. He felt guilty and tried to make them quit worrying about him. They went to bed that night and she slipped in beside him and rubbed his cock gently.

“I’m so sorry you’re hurt babydoll. Take care of this guy for me, I couldn’t live without him.” She said lovingly.

“Oh, honey be careful. He is really in pain. Please baby don’t touch…not tonight.” Mike hated himself. 

“Ummm, ok sorry.” Allison said not wanting to cause him any pain but she wanted her man.

Mike lay there holding the women he loved so much, wishing he could kiss her desires away. Kissing her desires away? Why the heck not? He pulled her lips to his and kissed her softly and deeply. She was responding and writhing in his arms in no time. He was petting her and fondling her gently.

“Mike, I thought you said…no sex tonight. Did I miss something?” She asked, confused now.

“Well baby, as long as I have fingers and a tongue, why should my lady go horny into this good night?” She said almost poetic. 

“Mike? You nasty boy. Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” She whispered devilishly.

He moaned once or twice and he slipped down her body, still faking soreness. He raised her nightgown above her waist. He slowly began to kiss her stomach and thighs, soon bathing her sweet juicy pussy with a wonderful hot tongue bath. Her thighs spread wide, and she writhed in pleasure to let him have his way with her. He kissed and licked and nibbled her until she burst into screams of ecstasy. He licked her clit hard and made love to her with his tongue. She finally lay motionless breathing heavily and sighing with each deep breath.

“Oh my gosh, Mike, what got into you honey?” She moaned in a low whispering voice.

“My baby will never go wanting as long as I have ways to satisfy her.” He said.

His cock was hard as a rock, he couldn’t let her know. He stayed down on her until he was soft again, lying his head on her heaving belly. He moaned back up to her side and hugged her to sleep.

He called in sick to work and made an emergency appointment with Dr. Hampton. He told the him his story knowing the doctor would have to keep it private. They were friends anyway, he trusted the doctor. The test came back in two days and Mike was fine. Nothing showed up on any of them. They would test again in six months but he felt Mike was in no danger of infecting Allison with anything. Mike stayed home for two more days. He slowly acted as if everything was getting back to normal. He made love to Allison in the middle of the day like he never had before. She asked him for tongue baths regularly now and he was happy to oblige. She wasn’t stingy about giving him blowjobs on command either. She loved it and was thrilled to make him feel good. Allison commented several times that anytime he wanted to hurt his back and cock again was ok with her if their sex life was going to take off like this every time he did. She would laugh and say, well maybe just your back this time. 

Mike Gaines marked this weekend of hell on next years calendar. He would sit in his squad car watching the interstate next year hoping to run into some old friends. He prayed daily that they would cross his path again. He drove the interstate within the city limits a million times just practicing what he was going to do when he saw them next time. He couldn’t wait to see those Eyes!



Road Trip



Debbie wasn't sure how the weekend would turn out. It had been three long years since she and Brad had been away together for an evening, let alone three days. But Brad's mother insisted they needed some time alone, away from their loveable but overly energetic son.

"He's just like his Daddy was at his age! All that energy has to go somewhere!" she'd said, rationalizing how Michael could run from morning until night without giving out.

Brad hadn't changed much since he was little, Debbie mused. Only now his energy was usually channeled down to one area of his body -- and he was still always raring to go. Unfortunately, Debbie wasn't. She was tired a lot. Taking care of an energetic three year old was work that didn't leave much energy left in Debbie for the sexual escapades she and Brad used to enjoy. 

But now they had three whole days ahead of them. Brad had taken the day off work, they'd just dropped Michael off at Grandma's house and now they were on the road, headed north to a small cottage belonging to friends who were happy to loan it to them for the weekend.

They were silent for the first while, and Debbie was beginning to wonder just how they would fill the silence of the two hour long drive when Brad glanced over at her and grinned.

"What?" she asked. She followed his eyes downward and saw that they were resting on her chest, its lightweight red knit sweater clinging gently to her breasts. They reacted to the attention immediately, her nipples hardening under her silky bra, creating two noticeable protrusions. 

"You look good, Deb," Brad smiled, eyes back on the road, but reaching his right hand over to gently brush up against her hardened left nipple. "Feel good, too."

"Brad! Stop! You're driving!" Debbie pushed his hand away in mock primness. 

"Never used to bother you. Remember?"

She remembered. 

"We used to have all kinds of fun in the car."

She remembered that, too.

"Why don't you move on over here, and we'll reminisce?"

She gave him a dubious look, but he reached over and pulled her toward him, so she relented and scooted over to the middle of the truck seat, right next to him. 

"Ok, so now what?" she asked, resting her head back on the seat, hands in her lap as they headed down the highway.

He reached down and picked her left hand up, depositing it on top of his crotch. She almost jumped at the feel of his hard member straining against the confines of his jeans. "Brad!"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten?"

"No, but…"

"Remember how convenient we always said it was, the truck sitting up so high…other cars couldn't see in…"

"Are you suggesting--?"

"Why not?"

Debbie closed her eyes for a minute and then thought, "Yeah, why not? Maybe this is what we need…"

"Well, if we're going to play this game, then I'm going to move back over here…"

She scooted back over to the passenger side of the cab and slowly removed the red sweater from overhead. Next her bra came off and joined the sweater on the floor.

"Now how do they look?" she asked her grinning husband as she rubbed her hands over her tits, helping both nipples to stay erect in the coolness of the truck's air conditioning.

"Baby…they are looking real good…." He reached out a hand to touch, but she slapped it away playfully. 

"Uh-uh! Not yet!"

Next she kicked off her sandals and leaned back to unbutton her jeans, sliding them down over her hips to reveal the high cut black lace panties beneath them. Propping both feet up on the dashboard, she began to run her hands up and down her smooth, tan legs.

"How about now?"

"Oh, come on, Deb…you're making me crazy…"

He reached out a hand again, but again she pushed it away.

"You are an impatient boy! Just keep driving." She smiled and continued to fondle her own breasts with one hand, and, with legs slightly spread, rubbing her now damp crotch with the other. "Mmm…" she moaned as she aroused herself, the cab of the truck taking on the musky scent of her sex.

After teasing him for a few more minutes, she leaned over the seat and reached to play with Brad's cock through his pants.

"My, my…we are hard, aren't we?"

Brad groaned as he felt her fingernails graze his rod through the heavy fabric.

"Maybe we should let it out to play…"

She undid his belt and the button to his jeans and slowly unzipped them so she could see his long, hard dick straining pushing up against briefs. He lifted his hips enough for her to maneuver the jeans down below his knees, and then she lay on her side, head on his thigh, and massaged his prick and balls through his pants.

"Does this feel good?" she asked, clawing gently with her fingernails.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, reaching his right hand down past her chest to her own wet crotch. Lying with one leg down and one up on the back of the seat, he easily slipped his hand under the black lace panties and found her clit.

"Oh, oh…yes…"

At that, she moved up closer to his dick, pulling the briefs down and allowing the full seven inches of his cock to spring up from their confines. She moved around, up onto her knees on the seat, so that she could get between Brad and the steering wheel and take his dick in her mouth. She began sucking, moving her lips up and down on the hard shaft. Brad reached under her, again finding her clit and then moving back to insert a finger in her pussy.

"Oh, that's it, Deb…suck me…oh yeah…"

She moved up and down faster, flicking her tongue against the tip of his member, circling it, tasting his pre-cum and then diving back down to take the whole length in her mouth. Her actions evoked more satisfied groans from Brad as he pushed back into the seat, fingering her more deeply and concentrating on staying on the road while his mostly naked wife sucked him.

Just ahead of them was a big rig, to which Brad had slowly been catching up. He suddenly grinned and sped up enough to ride side by side with the cab. It only took a moment before the driver of the rig saw the show that was going on inside Brad's truck. 

"Got an audience, babe," Brad said. Deb stopped for a second, her heart beating fast at the thought of it, and then she continued. Brad smiled down at her, then over at the trucker. The trucker gave him a thumbs up sign. 

"Wanna give him more to see?" he asked, and he reached over to pull Deb's panties, revealing her perfect bottom up in the air, her knees apart enough so that her cunt lips were easily seen. Brad ran his finger up and down the wet slit and then plunged three fingers into it, causing her to scream out.

"Oh gawd! Oh, yes! Don't stop!" She sucked harder and faster, massaging Brad's balls with her right hand as she could feel them tighten. She knew he was going to blow any moment so she sucked harder, his fingers in her pussy, pumping furiously in and out in time to her movements on his dick.

Suddenly his juices exploded in her mouth, gushing into the back of her throat as she swallowed them down. She could feel her own orgasm building as Brad's thumb rubbed her clit while his fingers fucked her deeply. In another second, she cried out and threw herself back, writhing in ecstasy. "Oh YESSSSS!"

She sat back and then remembered the semi riding right next to them. The driver's eyes were glued to her and she smiled, gave her tits a rub for him and waved. The trucker let out a loud blow on his horn in appreciation for the show. Brad chuckled and slowed down a bit, allowing the truck to go on ahead.

"Well," said Deb, settling back into the seat, "the weekend's off to a good start, wouldn’t you say?"

Brad could only smile. He was sure they'd have plenty of fun over the next few days, but secretly, he was looking forward to the ride home. 



Road Trip



"Do you fancy a drink?" asked Ann, as they drove along the empty road. Ann and Paul had been travelling for miles along the dead straight road, and Ann knew that Paul would lose concentration unless she kept him alert.

"OK" said Paul, and reached out for the bottle. 

"Uh Oh!" he said before he could take the drink from Ann's outstretched hand "Here's trouble!"

"What is it?" asked Ann, inquisitively. 

"Trouble?" replied Paul mischievously, "it's a set of circumstances which are threatening or otherwise undesirable, but that's not important right now!"

Ann poked him in the ribs, and in truth she loved his sense of fun, but the smile was wiped from her lips when she heard the low wail of an approaching siren in the distance, and looked in the rear view mirror and saw the blue flashing light.

"Shit!" she said "What does he want?"

"God knows" said Paul "let's just be cool, and we'll be on our way in no time"

Ann and Paul were driving across country on holiday and were about half way on their journey. They were both a little fatigued, and wanted to get to their next stop, a motel about fifty miles ahead. As it was they were in the middle of nowhere, with no cars to be seen, and nothing either side of the highway other than open bush and scrub. They had not been speeding, and so they had no idea why the lone policemotorcyclist had pulled them over. But they pulled over to the side of the road, and wound down the window as the office parked his bike, and walked towards their utility vehicle.

"Howdy folks!" said the policeman, with mock joviality "Can I see some ID?" They looked at each other and Ann passed some documents through the window of the vehicle. 

"You folks been to Spring Vale?" he asked.

"No" said Paul, truthfully. "We are on vacation and are passing through on our way to Edmont"

"Had a report that a vehicle like this was stolen this morning from Spring Vale" said the officer, who was peering into the vehicle and looking round. 

"I have the documents somewhere" said Ann, and she began searching in her handbag. But in truth she knew that she didn't have them, they were in a drawer in the kitchen at home. 

"I hope so Ma'am" said the policeman looking at her through his mirrored sunglasses.

"As you two kind of match the description of the thieves"

Ann began to panic a little as she looked through the cluttered handbag. What could they do? What had seemed so innocent now seemed much more serious. Just then, the policeman's radio crackled into life. He turned away from the window of the 4x4 and spoke into the handset. The radio crackled back and Paul and Ann exchanged anxious glances. Paul took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly. 

She smiled, weakly, but inside her stomach was churning. She hated the idea that she couldn't prove the vehicle was theirs, and she was apprehensive that this would spoil their travel plans and Paul would blame her.

The policeman came back to the window and appeared agitated.

"Look, I'm sorry about this but I need to ask you some more questions, and now I've got to get to Smith City to attend an incident. Will you follow me there?

"Yes!" said Ann

"No!" said Paul. "We have done nothing wrong. Smith City is half an hour away."

"OK, Mister!", said the policeman, "you can stay here until I get back. Get in the back"

"What?" asked Ann, incredulously, "in the back?"

"Sorry about this but I have reason to believe this vehicle has been stolen, and until you prove it to the contrary, I will detain you on suspicion of having stolen this vehicle in Spring Vale this morning."

The policeoffice gestured for the couple to step out of the front of the 4x4 and walk round to the back. The back had been tidied out before they set off and now contained some luggage and some picnic stuff. Get in there, he said, removing the key from the ignition and locking the front doors.

"No way!" replied Ann, annoyed at the presumption of guilt. With that, the policeman grasped her hands, swung them behind her back and applied his handcuffs to her wrists. He carefully locked her manacled wrists to a hook on the floor of the back of the 4x4. The hook was for a cargo net which could be used to secure loads in the back of the vehicle, but now it was securing human cargo. Before she could say anything, Ann was chained to the front of the cargo space and Paul was similarly chained to the rear of the interior space.

"I've left the engine running so the air con will keep you nice and cool and I'll be back just as soon as I can"

Ann detected the faint suggestion of a smile playing over the policeman's lips as he turned towards the motorbike and headed off leaving a dusty cloud as he rushed towards Smith City.

"Bastard!" she said.

"Who me?" asked Paul with a smile, holding up his wrists, only one of which still bore the handcuffs around them.

"Paul! How did you do that?" asked Ann with a smile.

"He was in such a rush, he only locked one wrist, and the cargo hook was loose, so I just pulled it out." replied Paul, holding up the offending hook for Ann to see.

"Shall we split?" asked Ann, conspiratorially.

"No. He'll come back. Besides, you are still locked up."

"What shall we do?" asked Ann

"Well...." said Paul, walking on all fours towards her, "we could use the time……"

With that Paul began to kiss Ann's legs, softly and gently. She was wearing denim shorts, and the feel of his soft lips against her skin made her tremble.

"Stop it!" she barked "Someone will see us!"

But of course there was no one on the empty road, except the flies buzzing in the noonday heat. Paul gently kissed each shin in turn, while unlacing her trainers and removing each one as if it were Cinderella's golden slipper. Now his kiss turned to her knees, and Ann protested feebly as she felt the thrill of his kiss moving up her legs. The handcuffs were tight and slightly uncomfortable, and instinctively she wanted to reach out and touch Paul's head as his mop of dark hair moved up her body. But she was powerless to stop him!

"Please stop!" she murmured, but her breathless tone spoke otherwise. She was tied up and being worshipped by Paul, who was even now kissing the backs of her knees, and gently running his tongue up the insides of her thighs. Ann stiffened as his hot tongue ran up her leg, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to the thought of what was about to happen. Paul's tongue had kissed every inch of her legs and was now tracing the line of her shorts, flicking underneath the denim and leaving a wet trail in her thigh.

Ann wanted to reach out and grab his head, but she could hardly move her wrists at all. His fingers were now undoing the button to the fly of her shorts, and one by one, they popped open, until all were undone. Paul moved up to a position where he could kiss her navel, and gently traced his tongue around her navel, before jabbing it into the navel, hot and wet and rough.

Ann sighed a deep sigh, and Paul motioned for her to lift her hips up, which she did, and he casually slipped her jean shorts down over her hips, exposing her pink panties. She watched as he began to lower his head, kissing her skin with dozens of soft kisses, moving lower to the top of her panties. Now he darted his tongue under the elastic at the top of her panties, and then the edge at the top of each leg in turn. Ann was tensing with each flick of his tongue, as the slow excitement welled up inside her. Slowly he dragged one side of her panties down an inch or two, and repeated his tonguing, his kissing on the bare flesh. Then he switched to the other side and repeated the torture, dragging down the pink knickers a little, and covering the exposed flesh with soft gentle wet kisses.

Now he dragged the line of her panties down to expose her pussy, which he ignored for the time being. Instead, he buried his tongue in the skin where the inside of her thigh met her groin, and licked the skin, slowly and deliberately. Ann wanted to feel the hot tongue on her clit, but he wouldn't give her that pleasure, instead he moved on to her pubic hair, neatly trimmed as always, and kissed the mound above her pussy reverentially, as if worshipping her body, before moving his tongue to the very top of the other thigh.

Ann flinched with excitement at the erotic act being performed and the sense of powerlessness that she felt, chained up and being molested with no way of stopping the man. Not that she wanted to, as finally his attention turned to her pussy. He began by kissing her outer lips as gently as he ever kissed anything or anybody, so that she could just feel his touch. Then he blew on her pussy lips. His breath felt cold and he teased her for a moment before he planted his lips on either side of the hood around her clitoris, and kissed her more firmly now. Finally, at long last, he inserted his hot tongue inside her and flicked her clitoris with his tongue in a slow rasping rhythm.

Ann gasped with pleasure, and felt herself becoming wet with anticipation, as the kissing and tonguing moved a little lower, and he traced his tongue along the length of her pussy, slowly and lovingly. She arched her back at this, so he could see her better, and her dragged her panties and shorts down her legs, over her knees and off her feet, so that he could have full access to her body. He rolled them up and positioned them under her bottom, so she was more comfortable, and returned to work on her body.


He began by running his finger along her lips and gathering the wetness and tracing his finger up to her clitoris, which he circled gently with his wet finger. Then he knelt closer and kissed her clitoris softly, before sucking on it, taking it between his lips. Ann murmured and let out a "Mmm!" of pleasure encouraging him to taste her, and lick her. At this she felt a finger gently slide down her lips and glide inside her, while a tongue licked rhythmically at her clit. Her nipples longed to be caressed, but Paul was preoccupied with licking her, tasting her, and was even now exposing her clit with one hand, while a finger from the other hand slid effortlessly in and out of her, and his tongue rasped across her clit teasing it , licking it, sucking it, and pleasuring it.

Ann arched her back as the pleasure continued for minute after minute, until she wanted release so badly. "Fuck me" she said, "fuck me now Paul!"

Paul knelt up a little, and looked around the back of the 4x4. There in an open bag were the toiletries Ann had packed. Invitingly on top was a handbag sized fragrance aerosol. Paul took it and looked at its shape. It was cylindrical, about eight inches long, and just the right diameter. She looked on as he returned to her, took the aerosol in his mouth to clean and lubricate it, before gently parting her vaginal lips with his fingers and sliding the makeshift dildo between her moist and pliant lips.

She moaned with pleasure.

She wanted him to focus on her clitoris as she strained against the manacles trying to reach out and maintain the stimulation on her own clit. But he needed no prompting. Paul carried on rhythmically pumping the dildo into her, with long slow strokes, while his tongue returned to the intense stimulation of her clitoris. He flicked his tongue, kissed her, sucked her, took her whole clit between his lips and teased and probed her for what seemed an eternity. 

Her breaths got shorter and shorter now, as the effect of the situation welled up inside her. Paul's long slow rhythmic fucking had given way to shorter fast strokes.

"Deeper!" she urged him "Fuck me harder, Paul"

He responded by thrusting the eight inches as far into her as he dared, feeling her pubic bone as he rammed it in and out of her as fast he could. In truth it was wet and slippery and he was having trouble keeping a grip on the dildo and licking and sucking her. So he decided to try for one last time, tonguing her whole pussy, tasting her, pumping her faster and faster, until , at last, she began to moan that she was close. 

He buried his face as deeply in her pussy as he had ever done and felt her thighs clench around his face as wave after wave of intense pleasure finally pulsed through Ann's body and he felt her flinch as his tongue flicked her clit one last time. Paul knelt up, while Ann dissolved in the pleasure radiating through her body, eyes tightly closed.

When she re-opened her eyes, he had put her socks back on her and was handing her the panties and shorts. She went as if to take them, but of course she was still manacled!. He smiled and dressed her as gently as he had loved her.

"Thank you , Paul" Ann said. Paul smiled at her, and caressed her cheek with his fingers. "Our friend will be back in a minute" he said, and sure enough, right on cue, they heard the sound of an approaching motorbike. 

Paul quickly repositioned the net hook and pretended to be still chained to the vehicle. The policeofficer tapped on the rear window, before opening the rear hatchback door.

"Good news" said the policeman. "The incident was the recapture of the vehicle thieves. We surrounded them in Smith and "persuaded" them to give up. You folks are free to go."

With that he unlocked Paul's chains, not noticing that one wrist had been free, and then went to unlock Ann's handcuffs. Paul saw to his horror that the aerosol can had rolled to come to rest beside the handcuffs! The policeOfficer casually picked it up, before noticing that it was wet and sticky. He held it up and looked at it quizzically, before placing it back in the toiletries bag whence it had come from. He unlocked Ann's cufflinks and smiled as she grasped her wrists and felt the cool air where the cold metal had held her in its grip.

He saw her cheeks flushed, and looked at Paul, who looked like the picture of innocence that he always did. He looked back at Ann, who looked down and broke off eye contact.

"I'll let you get on with your journey" said the policeman, before saluting meekly, and walking back to his motorbike. Ann flashed Paul the most deliciously mischievous smile he had ever seen, and they both got out of the back of the 4x4. 

"The keys!" exclaimed Paul, before running back to the policeMan who had fired up his bike, but had not yet left. Ann watched the scene in the rear view mirror of the utility, and saw Paul exchange a few words with the motorbike cop, the two men smiled, and shook hands, before the cop waved and rode off leaving a cloud of dust behind him.

Paul got back into the front of the car and sat beside Ann.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?" asked Paul

"What did he say?"

"He asked me what we'd done while he was away"

"What did you say?"

"I said we played hide and seek!"

They drove off with Ann smiling. She felt that she had experienced one of the most erotic moments of her life, and now she wanted to repay Paul for his kindness. They had about an hour until they stopped at the next motel on their journey. She began to plan how she would return the favor...

The miles soon passed, and Ann was so horny she was squirming with anticipation as they pulled up outside their unit at the motel. They unloaded the vehicle in double quick time and Ann unfolded her plan. 

"Let's wash off the road dirt" she said, and gestured towards the shower. She pulled her tee–shirt over her own head, and helped Paul to strip off his clothes. They both stepped naked into the shower, and Ann turned it on. It was cold, of course, and they both flinched as the strong jet of water ran over them. She adjusted the controls until the water was warm, and gently soaped the firm body of her partner. She started with his back, soaping his shoulders, before reaching from behind his back to caress his cock. She gently soaped his cock which was soft but hardening, before kneeling in front of him, and gently caressing his balls. The shower head was removable, so she reached up and disconnected the head, allowing the jet of water to play on his face his chest, his stomach and his groin. She adjusted the shower head so that the gentle drops were focused into a powerful jet of water, and, holding his cock in one hand and the showerhead in the other, she slowly focused the powerful stream of water on the head of his penis. 

Paul flinched at the intense pleasure of the kiss of the water jets on his hardening cock, and Ann felt it harden in her hand, growing like a flower under her grip. She slowly pulled back the foreskin a little more, allowing the full force of the jets to play on the head of his cock. He gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure, and she felt his cock grow harder still under the force of the water. She retracted his foreskin completely, until the intense sensation was too much for Paul, who withdrew from the powerful kiss of the water jets.

Ann repositioned the showerhead on its catch, and knelt in front of Paul and lifted his cock up and planted a soft kiss on his balls, gently biting them, while holding his penis firmly between her fingers. She released her grip and the cock bobbed a little while pointing upwards at 45 degrees. She planted a soft kiss on the tip, before encircling the head of his cock in her mouth and, looking upwards to catch Paul's eye, slid her wet lips down his erect cock until it seemed to fill her mouth.

Paul's body tensed at the hot wetness around his cock, and she gently cupped his balls and squeezed them playfully, and then a little tighter, to give him that thrill of pleasure of pain she knew that he loved. She started to such his cock in long slow rhythmic waves, tasting every last drop of him, savoring it.

He started to rock gently, forcing himself into her mouth, until she thought she might gag, so she stood up and turned off the water that had been caressing them both with its warm touch, and led him by the hand to the bed. She climbed onto the bed onto all fours, presenting him with her ass, and motioned him to enter her. He dropped to his knees and began to lick her, but she impatient now, and she instructed him sharply:

"Fuck me"

He stood up, and she felt him softly insert his erect cock into her moist and receptive pussy. At first he teased her, entering her and withdrawing immediately a few times, giving her such a thrill at the feeling of penetration, of surrendering completely to this man. Then he slid deeper inside her, shafting her with his cock, probing deep insider her. She buried her head in the sheets, gripping the bedclothes against the feelings of intense pleasure as she was taken from behind.

Paul struck a nice rhythm, seemingly probing deeper on every third of fourth thrust, she tried to count, but she couldn't concentrate. She could feel his balls banging against her, feel his hands clutching her hips and drawing her back onto his advancing cock with each thrust, feel his penis probing inside her wet pussy, faster now, rhythmically shafting her again and again, until she just wanted him to come, to see him explode with pleasure.

He pounded away at her. 

Erect cock. 

Soft pussy. 

Shorter breaths. 

Faster strokes. 

Tighter grip.

Harder thrust. 

Deeper penetration. 

Louder gasps. 

She could feel herself being moved across the bed with each thrust, so the gripped the bedding tightly against the excitement welling up inside her, but she didn't care about her own orgasm, she just wanted Paul to come, and his body was telling her that was close now. He was calling out her name unconsciously, 

"Ann! Ann! Ann! Oh God, Ann!"

She pulled away and lay on her back underneath the twitching cock.

"Finish it on me" she said

Paul took his throbbing cock in hand, and after a couple of strokes, it exploded, shooting spurts of cum onto her breasts. Paul jerked backwards as the last cum shot out onto her stomach, his cock bobbing up and down uncontrollably. Ann smiled, and put her plan into action. She gathered up the pools of cum that had formed on her body, maybe four or five separate pools of viscous cum, and wound them round her fingers until they were coated with white sinews of cum. 




Road Trip



Adjusting the lever on the side of my seat, I reclined back and closed my eyes. We've been driving for hours and I was becoming so sleepy. Patrick and I both had time off from work, so we decided to take a road trip. With no specific destination in mind we packed a bag, loaded up the car, and headed south on the interstate. I always felt that Patrick's car was so comfortable to take trips in. A silver Sebring convertible. The top was down and the wind was whipping my hair in all directions. I started drifting off to sleep with the sun beating down on me.

My eyes fluttered a little as I felt the back of Patrick's fingers caress the side of my face. Relaxing, I enjoyed the softness of his touch as his fingers drifted down my neck to my shoulder. I felt a tingle as his fingers slid lower to stroke my cleavage. With his fingers brushing against the sides of my breasts, I slid my back closer to the door, twisting a little toward him to accommodate his searching fingers. Keeping my eyes closed, I felt the warmth of the sun on my naked breasts after he expertly unbuttoned my blouse one-handed. Taking a nipple between his thumb and finger, he gently pinched until it hardened before reaching to my other nipple eliciting the same response. He removed his hand momentarily, only to return wet fingers to my nipple. Caressing and pinching again until the wind blowing against my wet nipples caused them to become completely erect. I squirmed in my seat, arching my back and sticking my breasts up towards his skilled touch.

After a few moments of teasing my nipples, I felt Patrick's fingers glide slowly down my bare abdomen, then down the front of my skirt and rest between my legs. His fingers crawled down my thigh to lift the hem of my skirt. I heard him chuckle as my skirt was lifted to my waist exposing my neatly trimmed nakedness. I could feel the heat spread between my legs, not quite sure if it was from the sun or from within. He ran his fingers up and down through my hair, just barely grazing my clit with each stroke. I gently stirred and spread my legs slightly to entice him further. Almost instantly, his fingers slid further down gliding across my wet opening. Spreading my juices, he continued to gently stroke my wet opening before slowly inserting a finger inside of me. He slowly moved his finger in and out for a few moments before adding another. Soon, my legs were spread wide and I was thrusting my hips in rhythm to his fingers. Softly moaning, each of my hands grabbing the sides of the seat I felt the initial waves of orgasm. He continued thrusting his fingers as I thrashed against him until I was almost screaming and my juices were flowing down his hand.

Lazily, I leaned over and kissed Patrick full on the mouth inserting my tongue between his lips. I slid my hand down between his legs to feel his hard cock straining against the material of his pants. I continued to rub him for a few moments as I released his mouth from mine, and then leaned back in my seat. As I stretched my arms above my head, I glanced to my right and jumped when I noticed the driver of the truck next to us staring and grinning from ear to ear. "Oh my God!" I yelled as I quickly pushed my skirt down and held my blouse shut. Patrick laughed as he pulled my hands from my blouse and said, "He's been watching us since I unbuttoned your blouse. His truck has been swerving all over the road trying to watch. Go ahead, flash him."

Initially, I was angry that Patrick didn't tell me we were being watched. But after thinking about it for a moment and feeling the wetness between my legs increase, I peeled off my blouse and flung it into the air. I smiled and watched as the wind picked it up and carried it away. Then with a seductive smile, I stared at the truck driver and waved. I kneeled on my seat to give him a better view as I cupped each of my breasts and squeezed them for him. He had the biggest smile on his face as I seen him talking on the microphone of his CB radio. Laughing, I sat back in my seat and looked over at Patrick. He was smiling as he said, "You continue to surprise me. That's what I love most about you." 

Touched by his words, I leaned over and caressed his hard cock. I rubbed over the material covering his cock for a few moments before I unzipped his pants. I glanced over my shoulder to see that the truck driver was still watching as I pulled Patrick's huge cock free of its restraints. I winked at the truck driver then wrapped my lips around the head of Patrick's cock. Patrick moaned as he placed his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. I began sucking the head of Patrick's cock, then slid my tongue down the length of him. When my tongue found his balls, I planted kisses on them and started sucking on them as my hand glided up and down his shaft. I trailed my mouth back up the length of him and enveloped my mouth around him. I took him deep in my throat as I sucked him and continued to stroke with my hand. 

I used my other hand to gently squeeze his balls. Repositioning myself to a more comfortable position, I raised up on my knees with my ass in the air as I continued to fondle and suck his cock. I could feel the wind blowing my skirt around, exposing my bare ass that was aimed right at the truck driver. Patrick began moaning as I felt his balls tighten. I sucked him faster and harder, taking him deeper into my throat with each thrust. He let out a howl as I felt his cum explode in the back of my throat. I continued to suck and swallow until he was empty, then began licking him clean making sure to lap up what was on his balls too. When I felt he was licked clean, I slid him back into his pants and zipped them closed.

Turning back to the truck driver, I noticed that trucks now surrounded us. Looking at each of their faces, I knew they had all seen what just transpired. I smiled to each of them while I licked my lips and wiped the cum from my chin with the back of my hand, then licked that too. I blew them each a kiss before I sat back in my seat laughing.

Patrick grabbed my hand and kissed it. "I love being with you, Dawn," he stated softly. As he held onto my hand, he sped up to pass the trucks and turned at the next exit off the interstate. We both laughed as we heard the truck drivers blowing their horns in unison as we traveled away from them.



Road Trip



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, loosely based on one of my own personal fantasies. I have, in fact, never been to a club and never met an "exotic dancer", so the depictions here may be completely off base (I'm sure someone will let me know). Any factual knowledge was derived from a couple documentary reports I have seen about stripping, or the book "Strip City" by Lily Burana, enhanced (again) by my own fantasies.

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"Road trip!"

Oh my god, what does she have in mind now? Jenna promised me an "extra special" present for my twenty-first birthday, and it looks like she's been her usual creative self. Jenna has been my best friend since early in freshman year, and she's always been there when I needed support or just a good time. She's also my sometime lover, or "playmate of convenience", meaning that we are there for each other physically, too, when the need arises (on a small campus in the middle of nowhere, sex can be the easiest and best entertainment). We both have high sex drives, and both like girls - me exclusively, her just preferentially - so the arrangement works well for us. We're compatible enough that I think we could actually fall in love, but neither of us is ready for that right now, so we control our feelings while letting our libidos run wild - sort of an ironic twist on the advice our parents always gave us.

Actually, I would be perfectly happy if Jenna's birthday present consisted simply of some "extra personal" time with her. It's been a while for me, and at this moment, she is looking just yummy. Her new jeans fit perfectly, hugging her flawless little bottom, just begging for a pat, and the royal blue tank top seems to thrust her boobs right out into the room. Jenna's tits are larger and fuller than mine, and I've always envied her for them, while simultaneously finding them totally irresistible. Jenna's strawberry blonde hair seems to point to them as it falls below her shoulders, framing her pretty, touch-of-freckles face and beautiful, bright smile. Right now, that smile has a devilish aspect to it, which usually indicates some naughty Jenna-thoughts and always gets my blood pumping.

"So where are we headed?" I ask, "There's not much to do on a Tuesday night." 

As I expected, I get a complete non-answer in return. "You'll just have to wait and see. It's a surprise! But trust me, you're going to like it."

I grumble good-naturedly, since I know I have no choice. Once Jenna has an agenda set, there's no turning her back. "So do I need to change?" I ask. I'm dressed similar to her - cutoffs and a sleeveless top. "No, babe," she replies, "you're perfect the way you are. They'll all be staring at that cute little rear end." I jump in surprise as she gently gooses me for emphasis.

We hop into her car and hit the road, heading west from campus toward "the big city". It's about a 45-minute drive on the interstate, but driving is fun in Jenna's new little convertible. I slip on a purple visor, which somehow looks cute in my thick, brown hair, and also avoids a tangled mess at the end of the ride. As we near the city, Jenna pulls off the highway, onto a road more industrial than commercial. Just as I'm wondering where we could possibly be headed, she pulls up to a rather seedy looking bar. It's odd because there are no apparent windows to the place. I realize why when I notice the neon words on the front of the building: "Dancers" - "Topless/Bottomless". 

"Jenna!" I scream. "What are you doing?" What she's doing is grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the little bombshell she's laid on me.

"Come on, babe, don't you remember when you said it would be fun to go to a strip club, to ogle all the girls and watch the guys get horny? I asked my brother, and he said this place would be cool with us."

Yes, I remembered. I did say it would be an adventure, but I was a little drunk at the time and never guessed I'd have to live up to my words. Now here I am, and not at all sure about the whole situation. That doesn't matter, though, because Jenna is set on going in, so we are going in.

My first impression of the place can be summed up in one word: Dark. While the sun is still bright outside, it could be midnight inside. I can barely see the guy at the door, though he certainly gives us the once over. He's checking our IDs, but I sense he is also sizing us up, figuring we're a couple of "lesbos". Oh, please, spare me. Still, we enter without incident and find a (hopefully inconspicuous) spot at one of the tables. 

I look around to check out the scene. I am relieved to see that the place is pretty empty, not surprising for a Tuesday night. There are three guys together who look like college students and a couple older men by themselves. Surprisingly, in the far corner I also notice a single woman. From the extra glass on the table, she appears to be with someone, perhaps her husband or boyfriend, though if my gaydar was correct, I'd guess otherwise. She has a kind of a femme butch look to her - short, blonde hair with an athletic build but a soft feel to her features - an almost androgynous look that I personally find attractive in the right situation. Jenna and I dub her "jock girl" and begin making up fantasies about who she's with and why she's there.

For the first time I notice the "stage" - really just a platform with a low level bar around it. As I watch, I pick up the routine: A girl dances on stage, and the guys sit around it, staring up at her and placing tips on the "bar" as she takes off what little clothes she's wearing. "Dance" is a liberal use of the term, since the real emphasis seems to be on shaking her tits in the guys' faces and spreading her legs in front of them (I wonder to myself how they can do that so easily). After a couple songs, the dancer is completely nude, and she collects her tips and leaves the stage. On the way off, she invariably bends down to whisper to one of the guys. I find out that this was usually an invitation for a "private dance".

The first girl up is announced as "Azure", and I must say I am impressed. I expected the dancers to be pretty sleazy, like the place itself. I pictured biker girls, or dopers, or old, worn-out women with no other options in life, but I was wrong. This girl is beautiful, with luxurious, long brown hair and an absolutely pretty face, and while she's obviously several years older than me, she has a totally hot body. Moreover, far from a doper or burnt-out type, her eyes speak of intelligence and self-confidence. Surprisingly, if I had to choose one word to describe this woman, it would be "elegant".

I nurse my first legal drink and just take in Azure. She's wearing a wispy black caftan over lacy bra and panties. As Jenna and I watch, the caftan rather quickly comes down, seemingly vibrated off her body by the rhythmic motion of her hips and ass. By the end of the first song, she has pulled her bra up, then down, to display her breasts. And very nice breasts they were - not terribly large, somewhere between by little mouthfuls and Jenna's minijugs, but perfectly shaped, with dark, supple nipples that stand out, begging to be sucked. I look over at Jenna, and she flashes an "isn't this great?" smile at me. I have to admit, this is fun.

The second song starts, like the first one a raucous, pseudo-sexy number, and Azure continues her strip. In no time, she is bare on top, holding her pretty boobs and wiggling them in the face of the one guy sitting by the stage. He hardly seems to notice. I wonder why he's even there. 

Jenna suggests we get up and move to the stage, whereupon Azure immediately turns her attention to us. I hear snickers from behind us and understand at once. The dancers aren't stupid - they know that girls make a good show. Azure pushes her tits right in our faces, making us both blush and giggle. She places one leg up on the rail, so that I'm suddenly looking right at the crotch of her panties. My god, she is sexy. I can feel the heat rising in me. She gives Jenna the same treatment, which gives me a perfect view of her perfect butt. Jenna is her typical bold self, staring right between her legs, then looking up and winking at her. I have to laugh, but I my eyes stay riveted on her pretty rear end. 

By the end of the song, Azure has removed the rest of her clothes. She stands before us completely, wonderfully nude. Jenna and I plop down a couple dollars in tips, thinking her act is over, but then another song starts, and Azure continues to show us her body. Another man comes down to the stage, and though she manages to get to everyone, she continues to focus on us. She waves her butt in my face, just inches away. It's a lovely butt, smooth and round, and I find it excruciatingly hard not to touch her, but it's been made very clear that it's not allowed. She moves to Jenna, who's clearly having a great time, then to the guys before coming back to me. Now she gets more overt, spreading her shapely legs in front of me and humping up and down. She's completely shaven between her legs, and I can actually see between her delicate lips, into her pussy. I'm amazed at the audacity, but nonetheless very stimulated. I can easily imagine that we are together and I'm about to taste her.

When the song ends, she comes around to get her tips. As she picks up my dollar, she leans down to thank me, adding that she really likes dancing for the ladies. Her smile is warm and inviting, and I feel my insides starting to melt. I wonder if she can tell.

Next up is "Jazz", a statuesque black girl. Her hair is thoroughly braided, giving her a regal look, the proverbial Nubian queen, except for the four-inch platforms on her feet. I've always been very attracted to black women, so she has my attention right from the start. Jazz's routine is similar to Azure's, but more overt. Once she's naked, it's all about showing body parts. She doesn't just spread her legs, she reaches down to open her lips for our view. She's also clearly proud of her booty, which she sticks in our faces repeatedly, even pulling her cheeks apart to make sure we see everything she has. Jenna seems to think it's hilarious, but while I laugh with her, I'm also moving quickly up the arousal scale.

When Jazz finishes, she talks one of the older guys into a private dance, which, I discover, is done in a small room with a curtain across the door. Jenna and I are dying to know what goes on in there, but we can't see anything. 

Jazz is followed by a really cute little blonde named "Melody". She's petite, about my size, in perfect proportions. Maybe it's the liquor, or the cumulative stimulation of the previous dancers, but Melody is suddenly the girl of my dreams. Everything about her looks soft and feminine, all peaches and cream. Throughout her three songs, I'm obsessed with how much I want her, how her body must feel, how much I would like to make her cum. She must see it in my eyes, because she seems to zero in on me, which only exacerbates my frustrated arousal. At one point her pussy is so close, it takes all my willpower to keep from reaching out and licking her.

True to form, as her sets ends, Melody asks if I'd like to "come play in the room" with her. I politely decline, though in truth, it's the most tempting invitation I've ever received. She walks off, either disappointed or pissed. I can't tell. Jenna gets up to hit the restroom, and I'm left with my regrets for not being bold.

I'm sipping my drink, wishing I had more courage, when once again Melody is at my side. "Looks like you get a private dance, after all," she says. Seeing the perplexed look on my face, she explains, "Your friend is paying. You get two."

I look around and find Jenna, who is looking like the cat who ate the canary. I give her an impish smile and let Melody lead me off, a little shaky, to the private room.

The room is tiny, probably was a closet in a previous life, with a single chair, which is obviously for me. I sit and Melody explains that there's still officially no touching, but she conspiratorily adds that no one can really see in here. Her implication is clear when she tells me that she likes girls, and she thinks I'm cute. I can feel myself getting wet at the unstated possibilities. 

The music comes in from outside as the next set begins, and Melody gets to work. She's put her thong back on, but otherwise she's already nude, so this will obviously be about displaying her body for me. I soon find that the rules and style are different in here, and Melody is very good at working them. She makes lots of contact, rubbing her legs against my bare thighs, her bottom against my upper arm. Jesus, I was horny when I came in, and I'm going nuts. Her thong comes off and her bare bottom is right in my face. She spreads herself, showing me the pinkish tan circle of the anus, and I groan with frustration. Then she lowers herself, rubbing her bare ass on my upper thighs until my resistance breaks and I run my hands up her sides. She slaps them away, but turns to smile, showing me she really did like it. She pushes her breasts in my face, coming closer and closer, until finally, briefly, her nipples brush against my open mouth. I give a little cry as they slip away, and she turns again to show me her ass. I reach out to caress it, and she lets my hand linger oh so briefly, then drops down again, this time catching my hand between my leg and her crotch. I get a quick feel of her fleshy lips on my fingers and then she rises again, turning to open her legs and show me her pussy.

Her cunt looks delicious, and my excitement is becoming more intense each second I stare into it. My god, I want to eat her, but I know it's not possible, not allowed. She's teasing me unmercifully. That's what these places are about, what she's about, and she's damned good at it.

I close my eyes for a second, trying to ward off the arousal and frustration. Suddenly I feel a hand on the back of my head. My eyes open and I look up at her, confused. She looks around quickly to make sure no one is looking, then gently draws me forward. "Go ahead, sweetie. I can tell you want it bad." 

It's crazy, stupid, but by now she's pushed me over the edge, beyond control. I utter a low moan and mash my mouth into her. She's dripping wet, creamy-delicious. I take one luxurious lick and then jam my tongue all the way inside her. I hear her gasp, and just like that, she pulls me away, leaving me to lunge forward like some street urchin begging for food. 

"Sorry, honey, but I'm afraid someone will see."

I'm dying now. I've tasted her, gotten what she offered, but so little, so short! Jesus, she's cruel. She goes back to her previous routine, grinding just out of reach, then turning around to spread herself and give me another glimpse of her asshole. My hands reach down between my legs and rub, beyond shame now, just seeking satisfaction.

The second song ends and I sit there, dazed. Melody stoops down so we are eye to eye. "Sorry about that, hon. I wanted it, too, but we just can't here". Her eyes dart from side to side, as if she's trying to solve a problem in her head. She leans forward and I feel her warm breath in my ear as she whispers, "Meet me in the restroom after I change - over there". Still dazed with lust, I can only nod my head. Melody smiles and runs her finger suggestively around my lips, then turns toward the dressing room. 


I wander back to the table where Jenna is waiting to see my reaction. "How was it?" she asks, a lecherous grin aglow on her face. 

That seems a silly question. I know my breathing is abnormal and the heat in my face tells me I'm flushed with passion. "Good," I say succinctly, "Really, really good."

That gets a big smile from Jenna - obviously what she was hoping for. The smile turns to amused shock when I tell her about the bathroom invitation. "You're kidding! Realllllly???" I assure her the invitation was real, though I'm embarrassed to tell her how much I want to accept it. Silly me - she's way ahead of me. "You are going in there, aren't you? That girl is hot!" Jenna has always been the adventurous one.

Egged on by her approval, I smile sheepishly and admit that I want to.

"Well go, birthday-girl", she laughs, "and I want a full report later - details, details!!!"

I get up and slowly walk to the "Ladies" door, feeling not at all lady-like. What I'm feeling is horny and slutty and incredibly self-conscious, irrational doubts running through my head, absolutely sure that the whole place is watching me, that they all know I'm going in there to dyke it up with one of the dancers. As I near the door, I pick up my pace, nearly running the last couple steps to slip inside.

I sigh in relief as the door shuts behind me. The restroom is nicer than I expected - clean and bright, almost comforting after the sleaze outside. It has three sinks and four stalls, which seems oversized for this place, but I guess it's kind of a sanctuary for the girls. 

I'm alone (for now) and wonder what to do. I freshen up, wash my hands and face, all I need since I'm not wearing make-up. A perverse thought crosses my mind that my face will soon be washed in a different fluid, sending a pleasant little shiver up my spine. I'm the only person in the room, but I feel oddly conspicuous, like I need a place to hide, so I duck into the last stall to wait. 

The moments linger painfully and I wonder if I've been played for a fool, when I hear the door creak open. I freeze, dead silent, until I hear Melody's voice. "Hey, sugar? In here?" She seems to have a thing for these sweet names, and since right now I'm not feeling too "sweet", I don't mind that at all. 

I crack open the stall door and reply softly, "Here I am." I can feel the blush fill my cheeks and ears. 

An amused smirk crosses her face. "Oh, you know the place", she says, making me wonder if this is a regular occurrence, taking a horny slut into the restroom for some extra fun. I blush even deeper at the thought.

Melody slips into the stall with me and latches the door. She's wearing her dance costume, which turns me on again, partly for the way it displays her body, but mostly because it reminds me of our previous encounter. I sit, while she leans back against the door and slips off her thong, leaving no doubt as to why we're there. Once again her crotch is right in front of my face, and while I try not to stare, it's absolutely captivating. 

Her finger runs gently under my chin, raising my eyes to hers. "You want some of this, don't you, sweetie?" It seems like a taunt, but it's sweet, too. She's used to being in control like this, using her charms to get what she wants. I can only nod agreement, entranced by her body and the situation. "Well, you can have it, but you gotta be quick. I have to dance again soon." 

Once again I feel her hand on my head, urging me toward her cunt, but I chicken out and detour slightly, kissing her belly instead. I run my tongue into her navel in a sort of mock foreplay. It's an attempt to make it feel better, less tawdry, providing for me a facade of lovemaking, though I know inside that this is just me servicing her, raw sex, down and dirty cuntlicking for a girl I don't even know.

She humors me for a few seconds, but then her hands are pushing down, down to business, down to that wet place where she wants to feel my mouth. My lips slide over her shaved pubis, over the ultra small tuft of blonde hair that she's left in place, until I'm right there. I inhale deeply, absorbing the sweet aroma of sex, the odor of girl, the intense smell of hot, wet pussy. She leans farther back and raises one leg, resting her foot on the toilet tank behind me, so I can see the glistening moisture there between her lips. I cup her butt in my hands and bend forward to eat at her luscious trough. The act draws a simultaneous moan from both of us, though mine is muffled in the steamy folds of her cunt. 




Road Trip



Her reaction surprises me. While before she seemed almost indifferent, once my face is between her legs she's out of her head horny, almost frantic. Her fingers wrap tightly in my hair as she grinds herself against my tongue, eagerly seeking her pleasure. She's really wet now, drooling onto my face, into my mouth, as I eagerly lap at her. She tells me to eat her, to suck her. She calls me a little slut, and that only raises my enthusiasm for her sweet sexpot. In no time she's cumming, grunting her pleasure as her insides churn, muttering "fuck" over and over as her pelvis shudders and shakes. I lick through her orgasm and keep licking, softly, as she comes down. She got off too quickly, and I don't want to stop. I look up to let her know, but she's already headed there.

"I've gotta sit down," she says. "Move over here."

I get up to let her sit on the toilet and then kneel between her legs. She pulls her knees up, opening herself completely for me. She looks incredible, and I'm on her again, my mouth covering her whole pussy, sucking her, taking all her juices as my tongue goes deep inside.

"Oh my god, sweetie - your tongue - way up there. Oh fuck!" 

I revel in her praise and almost lose it. God, I need to play with myself, but these damned jeans are too difficult right now. Instead I focus an enjoying her, pushing my tongue even deeper, savoring the hot pudding of her vagina. I wiggle it around as best I can, tasting inside her, more for myself than for her now. I'm on my knees in a public restroom, eating out a complete stranger, an exotic dancer, and I'm loving it. Pulling out, I lick all around her genital area, lapping up the sauce, sucking tenderly at her sensitive flesh. I hear moans above me and I know I'm doing good. 

She's close again, so I move up a bit, running my wet tongue along the length of her lips to the little button of her clit. As my tongue moves slowly over it, her hips tremble upward and I hear her whimpering. At the same time I hear the unmistakable creak of the door and realize someone else has entered. Someone else is in the room, and I'm on my knees in a toilet stall, moaning like a whore as I go down on this girl, but I don't care. I'm over the edge again, and nothing can distract me from giving Melody another orgasm. My hands move to her breasts as I suck her clittie between my lips. That does it - Melody gives a short shriek and slams her palms against the walls of the stall, thrusting her cunt into my mouth as the waves start within her. My hold my ground, my hands on her tits as I struggle to keep my mouth in place. Short, little girl cries fill the room as her fluids ooze into my mouth.

I ease her down again, and she quickly realizes she has to go. It's only been about 20 minutes, but it's almost time for her next set. She slips on her thong, gives me a kiss, and is out the door. As I start to follow her, I am surprised to see another girl in the room. It's Azure, the pretty brunette that was dancing when we arrived. She looks odd - nervous, agitated.

"Uh, you're not done yet, are you?" she says, giving me her best coquettish look.

I'm confused, startled now that I realize she's been in the restroom while I was doing Melody. Cautiously, I ask, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you like it, right? I could tell you were having fun in there. Melody told us you'd be in here, and that you were going to do her. I mean... you seem to like me, too, don't you?" As she said this, her hand moved down to pull aside the crotch her panties, giving me a clear view her fleshy lower lips. Her impudence is astounding, but rather than outrage, I just feel more passion. She looks even more beautiful now than when she was dancing. Almost unconsciously, I nod my consent, and Azure moves into the stall with me. 

"God, I really need some head right now," she mutters, more to herself than to me. She has her panties off and is on the john, ready to get what she came for. She expects it, and I fall to my knees, at the same time opening my cutoffs. I won't be frustrated this time. 

Sensing her urgency, I waste no time with preliminaries, licking quickly up her thighs to suck her whole pussy into my mouth. I start to explore her with my tongue, but then she wants a rim job, and I give it to her, pulling her bottom forward and swooping down to tickle her pretty brown ring. My tongue circles it several times, producing sweet sighs, and then I drill inside, my nose pushing into her wetness as my tongue explores her bottom. I hear "Ohhhhh God, you're such a whore, I love that," and I feel myself getting hotter at the mild degradation implicit in her words. 

I'm very excited now, and I slip my left hand inside my pants. My fingers are immediately bathed in juice, and I get busy, both with myself and with Azure. I kiss and lick at her anus as she coos in pleasure, still telling me how wonderful it feels to have my mouth working her there. I'm in a different place, aware of nothing but Azure, the silky-smooth expanse of her legs, the musky heat of her ass, and at last, the creamy sensuality of her hot puss. I switch my attention there, and she loves it, hissing "Yessssssss!!!!" as I swirl into her honeypot. I'm getting both of us off now. Azure's hands grip my head, working toward the orgasm that's building inside her. She jams my mouth against her gash, practically smothering me in her heat. Her pussy is creaming, she's so wet, and she tastes different from Melody, less tangy, earthy, but still good. My tongue works frantically for a few seconds, until she pulls me to her clit, which I nuzzle softly between my lips. I feel her tense, her hips rise, and she starts to cum, filling the room with her ecstatic cries, "OH FUCK! MORE! GOD, YES! MORE! EAT...EAT!!!!" And I do eat her, I eat her until the cum pours out of her and the rants turn into a single long groan. My head jerks back with the final jolt of her cunt into my mouth, and then my own orgasm hits. As my head spins, I hear a new voice: "Hmmmmm. Well, well, Melody said we had an 'eater' in here."  

"Jesus, Jazz, can't you wait your turn?" Azure is obviously irritated at the disturbance. The black dancer has opened the door (did I not latch it?) and is standing there, not at all shocked at the scene before her. I, on the other hand, am quite stunned - not just by the sudden intrusion, but by the realization that the "eater" she refers to is me, that they consider me available to service all of them. I feel the wetness between my legs increasing.

And so it goes. Jazz takes her place, bending over the toilet, reaching back to spread her cheeks, saying, "Have some of this, babydoll." I do it, I eat ass for her, my mouth open wide over her asshole, my tongue tracing around her delicate circle of muscle. And then I quickly get her off, just like the two before her, digging into her pussy from behind and below as her warm fluids drain onto my lips. 

Soon Jazz is followed by still another dancer, as a well as the barmaid, and even the "jock girl", who apparently has been told that I'm taking on anyone who wants it. I do them all, satisfying both their needs and my own, diddling myself to several orgasms as I lick them to theirs.  

At last, there is no one else, and I am alone in the ladies room. As I look in the mirror, I almost laugh at my own sorry condition. My hair is completely disheveled, and the lower half of my face is still coated with the remnants of six different women. My jaw aches a bit, and I have seriously wet my pants. I freshen up as best I can and go back into the club. Having regained my senses, I am mortified by my own wanton behavior. I dread the short walk to the table, but while I expect to have all eyes on me, the sparse male crowd hardly notices me. Apparently, my escapades were kept secret among the girls. Back at the table, Jenna is still there, nursing a drink. I marvel at her patience, then feel incredibly guilty for leaving her, but she's wonderful. 

"Hey, babe, you okay? You were gone a long time." She's searching my face for signs of delight or distress. I hesitate, not sure for a moment how I really feel, then, with a little giggle, I tell her I'm "pretty damned good, thank you", that I just had the most mind-blowing time of my life, and she lights up in a smile. 

I give Jenna the quick highlights, how they kept coming in, how I felt, how surprised I was but also thrilled. It turns out that she pretty much knew what was happening. She spent a lot of time talking to (or flirting with) the barmaid and "jock girl", who told her they "had a girl in the last stall", if she was "in the mood". Jenna discreetly declined, citing her "shyness". I have to chuckle at that, though I chide her for not coming in to check on me. But I also tell her that I owe her for the best birthday gift ever, and promise to pay up when we get home.

In fact, the payback starts as soon as we get to the car.



Road Trip



Ken was on the road again, 3rd trip this month. Another sales call, another 2 day stay in a city. Get back to the hotel, have a quiet drink, grab a bit to eat and then the usual back to the room to do some email and surf the web. After 20 years of being in sales, 47 year old Ken and been there and done it. He was looking forward to a quiet drink and then supper..

Ken pulled into the hotel and headed into the bar area The bar was practically filled, the usual group of business men, a few women and a family or two passing by on vacation. Ken ordered his usual and found a corner of the bar to drink at.

As he stood and drank he could overhear parts of conversations. One conversation of interest was the three younger guys in their early 30's who were talking about a computer problem they were having. Seemed that a number of their files were missing or corrupted and they were unsure what they needed to do.

"I tell you, if I did not know better I would bet I have a virus." said Tim.

"I think it more likely Tim has picked up something nasty from the women he downloads!" laughed Mike, as he worked on his drink.

"Well considering his interests maybe his system has been "going down" on him!" smiled Kevin

Ken figured Tim must have been downloading some porn, something he was more than familiar with!

Tim replied, "Its just that I know so little about computers and neither of you two are ever any help!"

"Sorry I was eavesdropping but I know a few things about computers. Company I work for develops software and I have a number of the latest virus detection programs." said Ken as he turned on his stool to face them.

"Really! That would be great. Hate to bother you but we don't get much support for our laptops!" said Tim as he extended his hand to shake Ken's.

"Is the computer with you here?"

"No, its up in my room I can go get it."

"Well I will need to get some stuff from my room also so maybe it would be easier to just stop at your room." replied Ken

"Sure, its room 326." Tim said as Ken and he headed toward the lobby. 

"Hey guys, will catch up with you a little later!" Tim told his buddy's as he left.

Ken arrived at room 326 and knocked. Tim let him in and Ken found Tim's computer setup on the table.

"Nice system and that's quite a nice cam you have also!" Ken said as he sat down at the computer.

Within minutes Ken had some virus removal programs running that quickly started finding and deleting a number of viruses. 

"Is it OK if I start my massaging software?, I use Yahoo messenger and my nickname is netsfan_44." asked Ken as he was working.

"Sure, no problem I use it all of the time. Its pretty good for camming with." smiled Tim in reply.

As Ken was working he discovered a large directory of image and video files.

"I hope they do not offend you, just stuff I have downloaded." said Tim.

"No problem, I like downloading the same stuff"

"Here, see if you like these!" Tim said as he highlighted a folder and started a slideshow.

Ken could feel his cock start to stiffen as the images started showing, one by one.

First group was a series of pictures of a middle aged women, tied across a kitchen table on her back, her head off one end and her ass the other. She had a nice mature figure, large breasts and a shaved pussy. Two younger guys were fucking her mouth and pussy as each sucked one of her nipples. You could see their hard cocks glisten with her cream and spit.

The second group was of two college girls pledging. Six other gals were stripping them naked. Each of the gals had on black strapons, 8" each. Ken watched as first one, then two and finally three girls fucked each girl at once. Ken could feel his cock getting hard and could see that Tim's was too.

"Can you imagine what it must feel like to have so many cocks buried in you at once? I know I have!" laughed Tim. Tim was now running his hand over his stiff cock still trapped in his pants.

Then the third series started! Showed a man and women in an apartment where she stripped him to his shorts and started tying him to a wooden chair. That left him with legs spread and a hard cock poking his boxers straight up! She was naked and started touching him and rubbing her tits in his face.

"God that has me hard! Wish that was me in that chair!" said Ken as a large wet pre-cum spot was forming on the front of his slacks from his cock.

"Want me to? Tie your hands behind you and repay you with a nice blow job?" said Tim as he reached down and rubbed Ken's wet spot.

All Ken could do was nod yes!!

Tim quickly tied his hands, and before Ken noticed his feet as well. He pulled Ken's slacks down and now he was sitting there the same as in the pics!

Tim slowed the slideshow down so that every 30 seconds another pic would appear so that Ken could watch the guy get his cock sucked as Tim sucked his. After a few minutes Ken was moaning and groaning as Tim worked on his cock and balls. Slowly Ken's ass started to overhang the edge and Tim started fingering that also. 

"Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh, ah fuck, eat my cock... And my balls! GOD that feels good, don't stop!" moaned Ken as Tim made his balls boil!

"Lets have some more fun, what do you say?" Tim said as he stood up.

At that Tim got up and went over to the computer. Using Ken's friend list he invited everyone that was on to watch the cam. There were 37 people he knew that were on! On the computer screen Ken could see his image, tied to the chair, his hard cock and balls on display.

"My god! Who's online and watching!!" yelled Ken, "You can't do this to me!"

"Lets see, you have 3 people in the male group, 6 in the female group, 11 that say Internet playmates, and a whole bunch that say, work contacts.", smiled Tim as he slipped on a mask and stripped.

Within a minute Ken's phone started to ring!

"Hummmmm, seems someone wants to talk with you, so lets slip on this headset and connect up your phone and put them on speaker! Maybe in a few minutes you will be good and ready to talk with your friends!" laughed Tim as he connected Ken up and then resumed sucking him.

Ken struggled to break free but Tim quickly had him moaning and groaning again. Ken could hardly take his eyes off the screen knowing that so many people were watching him getting his cock and balls sucked and ass played with!

The phone rang again!

"Ken?" said a voice.

"Yes" Ken replied trying to sound normal.

"My god! If I had known this today when you were in my office I would have had you across my desk, feeding you my cock!", replied Bob, a guy he had called on earlier.

"There are two other guys here at the plant that I know would love to have you also, fact is one is watching you right now! I will get us a conference room for tomorrow so cum see me at 2!"

At that Ken started moaning harder and louder, telling Tim to suck it, and finger his hole. He could hear Bob describing what he would do with him when he stopped back tomorrow! Ken's hips were working up and down fucking Tim's mouth. This continued for a good 10 minutes until Tim reached up and cut the connection.

"Time for some more fun Ken!"

Tim stood up and used the phone. He talked for about a minute and hung up.

Within moments of using the phone there was a knock at the door and in came the other two guys from the bar. They stripped and put on masks and joined the fun!

Two of them got between his legs and started sucking and sharing his cock, while the third turned Ken's head sideways and filled his mouth with hard cock. Ken could feel his hands on the back of his head, forcing it deep into his mouth!

The phone rang again!

"Oh my god Ken, I can't believe what I am seeing!"

Oh no! It was his sister Connie!

"I never knew! God you have me soaked! Your brother is so boring but GOD you have me sitting here fucking my pussy with this HUGE dildo I own! Believe me I want you here this weekend so we can fuck each other!

At that the guy fucking his face pulled out and said, "Ask her what she wants to watch us do to you mate!"

"They want to know what you want to see?" moaned Ken to Connie.

"I want you on the bed on all fours, one below you sucking you, and one at both ends fucking you, and me on the phone hearing you get it! GOD I am cumming AGAIN!" and at that Connie coated her dildo.

The three of them quickly got Ken on the bed and started filling his holes! He could hear Connie saying that she had messaged everyone she knew to watch and to tell everyone they knew to join also. At hearing that Tim looked over and noticed how many where watching.

"God Ken, you are a star, 388 watching you, no 410, no 456... my god it just keeps growing!"

Connie was describing what she was watching as Ken sucked his first hard cock! She could see Ken's cock and balls being milked into one guys mouth while another slowly worked his asshole bigger and bigger till he was pulling out and burying his cock in. 

Connie told Ken to expect a few playmates on Saturday and be ready for some hard cocks and wet pussies!!

To be continued?? 

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Road Trip



This is a story that I have want to tell for a long time. When I was 18 my best friend since grade school moved away. A year went by without seeing him. Then one day he called me up to see if I could come to Kansas City for a visit. He told me that Betsy (a friend of his parents) was going to visit and she could pick me up along the way.

"That would be great," I said. Betsy was really cool and a blast to hang out with. 

She was an adult but, acted like she was 18. The one thing about Betsy physically that I remembered most were her huge tits. Betsy stood about 5' 2", chubby and had long dark brown hair. I thought about her everyday up until my trip. I remember when she showed up I was so eager to get on the road. She looked just the same, dark brown hair and her body all breasts.

"There is a huge storm heading east but, we should make it to Kansas City before it hits," she said. Once on the road we listened to some great music and had a lot of laughs.

"Do you have a girl friend?" Betsy asked.

"No," I told her. "I haven't had a girlfriend for a few months," I explained. 

Betsy was not seeing anyone at the time herself.

"Men that I meet are too interested in work and are to damn uptight and just do not know how to have fun!" she told me.

Now, the whole time she was watching the road in front of us. I was watching the huge mounds that were bulging in front of her top.

We stopped somewhere near Columbia, Mo. before we stopped to get a bite to eat. We had such a good time at lunch that we both forgot about the time and the weather. We looked outside "Oh Shit!" we said. "We better get going," she told me.

The sky was green and not a gust of wind could be felt. The two of us were only on the road a few minutes when the thunderstorm hit. The rain was heavy and thick as hail belted the hood and roof of her car. The wipers were no use as Betsy drove as careful as she could. The rain was so heavy that neither one of us saw the wreck in front of us.

Betsy jerked the wheel to keep from hitting the semi but, when she we went right off the side of the road and into a waiting ditch. It seemed forever for help to arrive but, we were just glad that neither of us was hurt. When we finally got the car out of the ditch, Betsy was still a little shaken up to keep driving to K.C. and the weather was not going to let up. We up to the next exit and found a motel.

Once in side the motel Betsy wanted to change her wet clothes. I was cold as hell as was going to take a shower and put something dry on.

"I'm still a little shaken up," she said. "I saw a liquor store near by," she exclaimed. 

"I'm going to get some beer and when I get back we can order some dinner," she said to me. 

Before she left, Betsy called my friend and his parents. She told them what happen and that we would be there the next day. 

While I was in the shower I found myself jerking off to the image of her giant jugs. 

When were waiting to get her car out of the ditch Betsy's shirt was soaked and oh how to clung to massive melons and when we came into the motel room it was so cold her nipples were so erect as they protruded form under bra and red shirt. 

Her nipples looked like two thumbs sticking right out from beneath her shirt. In the midst of thinking about Betsy's huge rack and my hot, wet soapy shower, I managed shoot a nice wad right there. 

When I got dried off and change, Betsy was still not back from the liquor store. So, I sat down and started to watch cable. As I was sitting on my bed, I noticed that Betsy's suitcase was open.

I stood up and saw her wet bra sitting on top of her dry clothes. "How big is she?" I wondered. I picked it up from her suitcase and found the tag "42 EE!" I read out loud. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Betsy yelled. I didn't even hear come in. I didn't even know what to say.

"What the hell are you doing with my bra?" she asked. "Well!" she hissed. 

"You see I jjjust wwwanted tto see bbbig your bbbra was," I stuttered.

"Oh!" Betsy quickly replied, "You just wanted to see how big my bra was!"

"Well," she huffed, for your information it's none of your damn business.

"I thought you were more mature that that," she said to me, I guess I was wrong.

With that being said Betsy ripped her bra from my hands, flung it into her suitcase, slammed the lid close and locked it up tight. When I turned around I saw that she had forgotten her purse when she left for the liquor store.

Betsy quickly scooped up her purse and slammed the door on her way out. Shocked at Betsy's reaction, I found it hard to watch television. The sudden sickness in my stomach caused me to hit the bathroom. 

When I came out I found Betsy sitting down and drinking a Bud Light. "You want one?" she asked.

"No," I told her, "I don't drink."

I was just about to apologize when Betsy told me that she was sorry for going on off on me the way she did.

"I guess I should be flattered," she remarked, "That you're that interested in me to look at was what size bra I wear.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Yes," I spoke, "I have liked you ever since I met you.

Betsy then sat up from my bed, "I guess since you have always wanted to know what size bra I wear," she whispered, "you must really want to know what my tits look like.

"Yeess," I muttered.

"Give me your hands," she replied. 

Betsy gently took my hands into hers and put them on her waist. Then, she took my hands moved them to bottom of her shirt and began to slowly lift her shirt up with my hands and hers. Slowly her shirt lifted past her stomach, until we reached the bottom of her enormous breasts. Once her shirt reached her breasts, the fabric was straining against her chest as her giant jugs spilled out. 

They were way bigger and more glorious than I could have ever imagined. The cups on her bra could have carried his and her bowling balls, they were that big. While her shirt was off, Betsy gently moved my hands across her bosom to the back of her bra. 

Once the hooks of her bra were undone, Betsy slid the straps off her shoulders. You could see the indent in her skin that her bras make, for having to carry the weight of her breasts around all day. God, they were beautiful. Her breasts were massive and pale, with enormous pink areolas that were nearly the size of a DVD. I squeezed her breasts as she moaned in approval.

"Suck my tits," Betsy cried, "you bad boy."

Her nipples were big and thick, as I sucked on them. 

"That's it!" she howled, "suck them harder."

I continued to suck on her massive melons.

"I think I'm going to cum!" she yelled "I've never had a man make me cum from sucking on my big titties. 

With that being said, I continued to squeeze and suck on her breasts with more force and more suction that I could muster.

"Oh yes!" "Oh yes!" "Oh yes!" Betsy repeated, "I'm cummming." 

Exhausted, Betsy sat on the bed facing me. 

"That was incredible," she mentioned "but what have you done here." 

I looked down to see a big wet spot in the front of my jeans.

"We need to get you out of those jeans," she ordered, right now!

Betsy reached out and moved her hands up my legs, right up to my waist. When her hands reached my waist, she slowly undid my belt. Betsy then unsnapped me, gently pulled down my zipper and slid my jeans to the floor. When I stepped out form my jeans, Betsy slipped her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. 

"Very nice," she assured me. "It's not too long," Betsy mentioned, "but, Damn is it thick!" Betsy wasted no time in time in taking my aching cock in her waiting mouth. 

God, she was good. Her mouth was so hot, wet and the suction she delivered ...was intense! Between the sucking, Betsy would squeeze my balls, like she was squeezing one of those things you relieve stress with. Betsy then wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of my cock and slapped it against enormous boobs. 

"You like that?" she asked.

"Oh, yes!" I replied.

"You want to fuck my titties?" she asked.

"More than anything," I answered.

"Well if you want to fuck these huge boobs," Betsy spoke, "you are just going to have to fuck ME first!"

"I been dying to," I said ever since we met.

"I know," she answered back, "me too."

The two of us could not get her pants off fast enough, as she laid back and I positioned myself on top of her. While on top of Betsy, her breasts just smashed between our bodies and her jugs just oozed out from between us, like it was playdough going through the playdough factory. I drove my cock into her slowly as she moaned and deeper with every single thrust of my teenage cock.

"Yes!" she cried out, "fuck me harder", "fuck me faster". 

As I drove into harder and harder, I noticed the mirror across the bed.

"I want to fuck you on all fours," I told her "that way I can watch your tits bounce back and forth in the mirror." 

Betsy's body was so wet with our sweat, that it just glistened in the light and her pussy was so wet from cumming twice already. 

As Betsy got on her hands and knees, I noticed her fucking boobs were so big, that they rested right on top of the bed. While I started to slide my cock back into her, she rose up just enough for me grab onto her tits and squeezed them. While I buried my dick in and out of Betsy, her tits just shook and swayed, like a mudcat being pulled from a lake. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed, "ram that thick ass cock of yours in my pussy!" 

As I did, her tits were slapping against one another like applauds at a KISS concert. 

"Your cock is so thick," she groaned, "I can feel it stretching my pussy outwards. "Fuck me," she screamed, "that's it, fuck me," 

"You want to fuck me between my massive boobs?" Betsy asked, "you want to shoot all your hot, milky cum all over me?" 

"Hell yeah," I moaned.

"Oh yes," she hissed, "make me cum one more time first," 

So, I did what she asked. I drove my cock into her time and time again and all the while grabbing and squeezing those massive melons of hers. Her tits were so heavy; they felt like sand bags but, were soft as a sqush therapy pillow.

"Ohhhh," Betsy cried loudly. "I'm cummming."

"Now, come here," she ordered, "come here and fuck these big beautiful titties," 

"Oh, yeah," I sighed.

"Fuck my boobies," she gestured "shoot you wad all over these big babies." 

After Betsy came a third time, I straddled her chest, as she wrapped her massive melons around my cock it totally disappeared between them. I pushed my cock in and out of her cleavage over and over.

"Yes," she moaned over and over, "Fuck my tits." 

My thrusts were deeper and faster, until I could not oh on any longer. I slipped my cock out of between Betsy's cleavage and began to jerk my cock off.

"Oh," I yelled, I'm cummmmming!

"Do it now!" she ordered, "cum on these big fucking titties." 

"Uhh!!" I grunted. 

I started shooting my cum all over Betsy's tits, stream after stream after hit her tits, her neck and over her shoulder. Exhausted I collapsed to Betsy's side. 

"That was great," she exclaimed, "that was the fucking I've had in years. 

"That was the Best," I told her, "I've ever had."

Afterwards we got something to eat and fell asleep in each others arms. We slept all through the night so we could get an early start, not only on the road but, also for some hot, wet titty action in the shower the next morning. 



Road Trip



My husband and I never get quality time together. We have two children so our sex life is nothing but "quickies". 

My mother agreed to keep the children one weekend so we decided to go out of town. Our fantasies come up in conversation occasionally but none of them have ever been acted out.

Maybe it was the fact we would be alone, but I was already becoming horny. I decided to make one of my husband's dreams come true.

We were heading down the highway having casual conversation when I placed my hand in his crotch and gently started massaging. He gave me a questioning look and I told him to relax and watch the road.

I unzipped his pants and started rubbing his cock harder. By the time I released it from his clothes his member had sprung to life. I started licking the tip of his erection making circles and then I plunged my mouth down the entire length of his cock. This caught him off guard and he swerved. He quickly regained control of the car and decided we should find a roadside park to finish what I had started.

The park was surrounded by woods so we grabbed a blanket from the trunk and took a little stroll to a secluded area.

I had just put the blanket down and turned around to find my husband had already shed his clothes and he still had a major erection. I dropped to my knees and picked up from where I left off. While I am giving my husband a blowjob he will never forget, he starts undressing me. We lay on the blanket in a 69 position and took our excitement to another level.

While I am deep throating my husbands' thick 8 inch cock, he starts by gently kissing my clit. He then plunged his tongue into my already juicy hole. My husband's tongue can do wonders on a clit. While his tongue was working over time on my clit he shoves a finger into my twat and starts finger fucking me. Being eaten out and finger fucked at the same time drives me crazy. For James that wasn't all he had in mind. Since I was already so wet, James takes his other hand covered in my juice and starts working on my asshole. So I have a tongue on my cunt, 2 fingers in my twat and a finger in my ass and I could no longer control myself. I started bucking and fucking into one of the best orgasms I have ever had.

As soon as I could catch my breath, I went back to work on getting James off. He was on the verge of losing his load and after deep throating a couple of times he unloaded on my tonsils. 

James then lays me on my stomach and spreads my legs and ass cheeks and starts licking my other hole. This is something new for us and I was on my way to my second orgasm for the day. 

All of the sudden, I heard something and made James stop. I sat up and saw a woman behind a tree. She must have been there awhile because the front of her shorts was wet. This brunette bombshell said she was sorry for interrupting but she was walking into town when she heard me screaming. She was curious and said she had to watch. 

I was not that happy considering she had stopped my ass licking and told her if she wanted a ride to town from us she would get undressed and sit at the edge of our blanket. I was going to make her masturbate then decided to put her to work on me. 

Another of James' fantasies is to watch another female eat me out. I figured she owed this to us for the interruption. I told her since she stopped my second orgasm of the day she would pick up where James stopped and he would watch. 

Just seeing this woman naked made me wet all over again. She had the best tits I had ever seen and her pussy was shaved. 

I told her to lie on her back and I straddled her face. She gently massaged my pussy and I started moving my hips to her beat. She licked one lip and then the other and went to town on my clit next. I could barely control myself. It felt so good I started grinding my sloppy wet pussy into her face. She then inserted her fingers into my twat and gave me another good finger fuck. Within a few minutes of that I was cumming all over her face. 

James had been stroking his cock back to life and I decided since we had this hottie naked she could also give my husband a good dick suck. She crawled on her hands and knees to him and started sucking. James started groaning in pleasure and went to giving her mouth a workout she will never forget.

I had to admit I was curious about eating another woman so while James was still fucking her mouth I crawled between her legs and decided to give it a shot. 

I started playing with her clit and then slowly started fucking her hole with my tongue. She was groaning with her mouth still full. I moved to her clit and started lapping at it while I slid 2 fingers into her cunt. She started whimpering and all the sudden started bucking furiously. 

Watching me eat another woman was more than my husband could handle and he shot his load down her throat. He held her there until she had cleaned every last drop of cum off him.

It was starting to get late so we decided it was time to head to town. We all had a major look of satisfaction on our faces. My first time with another woman will be on my mind from now on. 



Road Trip



Just your every day, run-of-the-mill trip into the big city. But I hadn't been home in months, and was just beaming sitting next to you in the truck. And with that outward radiance of happiness came the inevitable longing, lusting desire...

Riding next to you, innocently lying my head in your lap, and almost dozing off to the rhythmic pull of your fingers through my hair, I am overcome with a deluge of fantasy. Dreaming up all kinds of schemes that I could drive you to the edge with, I am quickly turning up the heat in the small cab of the truck, even if only in my own mind. But I know you can tell what I'm thinking, especially when I lightly stroke up and down your thighs...up...down...trailing fingers so slowly and sensuously that I can almost feel those same caresses on my own body. Was that my moan or yours? I can't tell...everything is so surreal while I am under the influence of lust.

With my hand up your shirt, and my cheek in your lap, I know you're having a hard time keeping your eyes on the road. Your silent plea doesn't go unnoticed. I just enjoy watching you struggle as much as you enjoy the things I do to you. Even more sslllloooooowwwllllyyyy...trailing my nails across every inch of your body that I can reach. I know you're dying for the pleasure only I can give you...

I can see your knuckles turning white against the dark steering wheel...Damn, you must be feeling about the same as me. Being away from you this long puts me on a hair trigger. I slowly sit up, propping myself up on your shoulder so I can gain access to your neck. I can feel you flinch as my hot tongue glides wetly across your smooth flesh. The combined tastes of masculinity and your hypnotic cologne melt in my mouth, eliciting a coo of delight from all of my senses. I revel in your taste as my free hand continues to explore your strapped-in body. Licking your ear, I slowly undo your zipper. You're so caught up in my tongue ministrations that you hardly notice until I struggle to free your heavy cock.

What? Why would you want me to hold the steering wheel at this particular moment? Oh man! What are you doing? I am both delighted and horrified to take the wheel and stare as you rip off your shirt, and pull your pants down to your knees while traveling 80 miles an hour on the freeway. The rational side of me is asking what the hell you're thinking, and that we'll get pulled over. Lucky for you, the irrational horny side is shouting nasty suggestions inside my head and hoping we do get caught by a few lusty onlookers.

Finally lust conquers my sensibility and I wrap my aching hands around your deliciously hard manhood. I slide my fingertips up underneath your heavy balls, and as I lower my insatiable mouth to the head of your cock, I catch the unmistakable scent of masculinity. That sweet aroma just makes me want to taste you even more...I wish I were brave enough to ride you here, now, as you're driving... Since I can't get what I want right now, I'll just have to milk you of every last drop of your juices...

I quickly engulf your cock with my mouth and moan with pleasure. It's really been too long for either of us...and I want to take every last drop you have to give down my throat. I want to feel you as you pulsate between my lips, groaning and shuddering in orgasm. I need to take you...need to feel you...taste you...touch you...take you...mmmm...

This burning need...desire...have to taste your juices...I frantically devour you now, bobbing relentlessly on your cock. I need it...need it...neeeeedddd...mmmm...give it to me baby. Let me have it, let me take it all the way down my throat. I've never wanted it as badly as I do now...

I can feel you getting closer...closer...my eyes closed in anticipation, my lips and tongue a blur as they insistently worship your cock. I feel your body start to tense and your hips involuntarily rising toward my mouth. Mmmm...give me...give it to me...

Suddenly a powerful eruption floods my mouth, dribbles out from the corners of my sweet lips. I swallow greedily and lick my lips in anticipation of more of the feast you have given me. So delicious...

Hard to believe it all lasted only a few precious moments...then I was holding the steering wheel again as you pulled up your jeans and refastened them...I lovingly zipped you up and gave you a gentle squeeze, then laid my head back in your lap and drifted happily off to sleep... 



Road Trip



When my husband and I travel I like to tease him when it gets later at night and he is starting to get tried of driving. I carry my vibrator in the glove compartment, when it would get dark I would pull it out, lay back the seat and masturbate for him. This would keep him awake and me ready for when we got to our destination.

Last year we were traveling with a couple of friends, Megan and James. We were on our way to a conference, after we were heading different directions so we took two vehicles. At one of the stops along the way to get a donut and coffee we decided to switch partners. Megan joined me in our van, while James and my husband took their car. James being a faster driver they were soon out of sight with a couple of hours of driving yet to our destination. 

We gabbed and laughed as the sun started to go down. Over the hum of the road I heard a gasp from the passenger seat; I looked over to see the glove box open and Megan holding my vibrator. 

She was smiling; she giggled and said, "Expecting some excitement this weekend?" 

I'm sure I was beat red with embarrassment but told her of my husbands and I ritual of masturbation on the road. I heard the buzz of the vibrator turn on and looked over to see her running it over her cheek. I turned my eyes back to the road turning another two shades of red. I took another quick glance over and she was still running it over her face. I concentrated on the road trying to push my embarrassment away. 

I froze as a heard a small moan from the passenger's seat. I sneaked a peak to see Megan with her skirt slid up, her panties pulled aside and the vibrator on her clit. I tried to look away but couldn't. It was just so damn sexy. See seemed to be in a world of her own. 

I reached over and gently leaned her seat back. She looked over at me and smiled "Mmmmm that's nice" she softly said. She paused for a moment as she slipped her panties off, and then resumed running the vibrator over her clit. 

I still could not take my eyes off her just taking quick glances at the road to make sure we were on track. She started alternately slipping the vibrator into her pussy and over her clit, back and forth, back and forth, it was mesmerizing. 

I could feel my own pussy getting wet; I could see why my husband liked to watch me. Megan's moans were getting louder and I could not hold off any longer I reached over started to unbutton her blouse, I was rewarded with a creamy expanse of cleavage. When I had all but the bottom button undone I reached for her bra enclosed breast, gently rubbing over the nipple. 

Megan moaned louder. She sat up a little; reaching around with her free hand she undid her bra. I undid the last button on her shirt and helped her slip off her top and bra. 

She leaned back and got to work again her impending orgasm and I caressed her breasts with my right hand, steering the van with my left. I was so horny right then I think any touch would have brought me over the edge. 

Megan was just so sexy pleasing herself. I could tell from the sounds she was making that she was close. She started to shudder and had a wonderful orgasm. Oh it was so good to watch. She continued building up to another. As she subsided she turned to me and with loving eyes asked me to find a place to pull over. 

I did not want to turn my eyes away from her but I started scanning the road for a secluded spot. We had gone a few more miles, Megan was building up again as I spotted a road into a farmers field that I thought would do. I pulled over; we were mostly hidden from the road and with the lights off no one would see us. I turn off the engine and lights; the moonlight was enough to allow me to see Megan bring herself to orgasm again. 

She looked over at me again and said, "I wanted you to pull over because I have urgent desire to watch you masturbate for me." At that time she could have asked me to do anything in the world and I would have to obey. 

We moved to the back of the van where there was more room and the steering wheel would not get in the way. I slipped off my dress, bra and panties. I leaned back and took the vibrator from her. It was slippery with her juices. I slid it easily into my pussy I was so wet I was almost gushing. It felt great as I started to fuck myself, I needed release so bad. It took my no time at all to have an orgasm. 

I started on my second with I realized Megan was sucking on my right nipple, that sent me over the edge right then. I just love to have my nipples sucked. I had a third orgasm; I was so wet now it was running out of me. Megan moved from my breast to my face kissing me gently, mmmm so soft and nice. 

"Can I taste you?" she asked. I have never done anything like this before but I was so turned on all I could do was nod yes. 

She moved between my spread open thighs, the vibrator discarded somewhere on the floor. I can't describe what I felt only that when they say rockets and stars they are right. She licked around my lips, then darted her tongue inside me. As she flicked her tongue over my clit little shots of electricity shot up inside me. What brought me off is when she started to lick, starting at the bottom of my slit and moving right up to my clit. Over and over, dragging her tongue up and down. 

After another orgasm she raised herself up for another kiss. I tasted myself on her lips, it was so good. 

I had intense desire at that time to taste her. I leaned her back, she spread her thighs in anticipation, being new to this I went slow kissing, taking little licks, I pressed my tongue against her clit and was rewarded with a moan. This spurred me on, I let loose and in a short time was rewarded with Megan climaxing with my lips locked around her clit. After bringing her to two more orgasms, I leaned back exhausted. 

Megan leaned over and gave me a kiss. We got dressed and got back on the road. 

The men were wondering why we were so far behind we told them we were just careful drivers and smiled at each other. 



Road Trip



As he exploded in her mouth she felt the car slow a bit, bearing to the right. She wiped the last remnants of his pleasure from her chin and sat up, taking a look at the rest area around them. They both needed to compose themselves so he picked a remote parking space in the RV lot and put the car in park. To their mutual chagrin, a small Winnebago pulled into the spot next to them. The driver was in his 40s, a free-living academic type with sandy brown hair. He peeked into their car and saw the two of them buttoning and zipping and gave them both a knowing smile.

The two got out of the car as the Winnebago exploded with young people exiting. In addition to the driver there were four young men, guessed to be college age and a striking young woman. A few of the guys had shirts from the same college, so it appeared to be a group of students and their professor. Her eyes scouted the guys, one had shaggy blonde hair, another was tall and thin but muscular and wiry. The third was short and stocky, maybe muscular maybe not with a flat top haircut. The last was the darkest black man she had ever seen. He had a very muscular build and shiny bald head. A striking young woman with a great figure and dark hair got out of the passenger seat. It seemed she was doing some of the same rearranging the two of them had been doing minutes earlier, but it could just be their imagination.

He popped the hood to check the oil while she headed into the rest area with the five occupants of the Winnebago, leaving only the professor behind. The professor came over and introduced himself as Ken. He wasn't sure why someone at a rest area would introduce himself, but he decided Ken was nice enough. The discussed the traffic a bit, then Ken disclosed that they had been following the car for about the last 20 minutes. "You seemed to be having a good time there, we kept seeing her head disappear into your lap."

Embarrassed, He just smiled and said that it had indeed been an interesting trip so far. "So tell me, does she do as she's told," Ken asked. Sensing He knew where this was going, He said she did and never once argued or complained. "The same is true of our Tiffani," he said, apparently referring to the brunette. "But we've been driving for about six hours and, frankly, it's all become somewhat routine." His mind wandered to six hours in an RV with five guys and what could have been possible. "We were wondering if you might, perhaps want to trade for the next 100 miles or so."

He needed a few minutes to consider this, the amazing Tiffani, his own sexy lady and her incredible appetite and oral skills, her ongoing fantasy of a gang bang, the slight gasp he heard escape her lips as the black man exited the RV. "She'll be safe?" he asked. Ken nodded. "Everyone is clean and no drugs?" Again, Ken assured him. "Sounds good to me," he said.

Soon She and the five college students were headed their way from the service plaza. She was walking behind them and he knew she was admiring the young, strong asses. As the students reached them they looked at Ken. "It's a deal" was all he said. The four men got in the RV and Tiffani stayed by his side. When She got to them He introduced her to Ken, who introduced her to Tiffani. The two women acknowledged that they had "gotten to know each other" in the women's room. 

"I have a surprise for you, Fuckhole," he said using the nickname he used with her in their dirtiest and most satisfying sex. "I have decided to trade your services to Ken and his students in return for this young woman. The same rules apply to them as apply to me. Repeat them for all of us."

She swallowed hard, perhaps from excitement or perhaps from nerves. "My body is not mine, it is yours. You may do anything you want to it, with it or on it. Each of my three holes are here to be serviced by you and you do so as a courtesy to me. I will not complain, resist or be less than enthusiastic."

Ken turned to his young student. "Tiffani, can you follow those rules?"

"If that is your instruction, of course I will," came her reply.

Ken reached between Her legs and under her short leather skirt. She was very moist, a result of the hours of blowjobs She had given Him while they drove while she received no satisfaction. "Get in the van, Fuckhole," Ken commanded and she did, opening the side door and stepping up into the sleeping quarters. She could see the other two get into the car and Tiffani put her feet up on the dashboard. 

She took a look around the RV. It reminded her of the trailer she had once owned half of. Straight ahead of her was a stove and small refrigerator and to the left was a table that sat four but she knew would move down to form a bed. In the back was a couch that had been converted to a large bed. Above that was another bunk. Then the musky smell hit her and she knew how the group had been passing the time. She looked at the rumpled sheets on the lower bed and wondered what Tiffani had done for them. And what they expected of her.

The stocky one with the flat top was sitting on the bottom bed and addressed her first. "I'm Ryan," he said, looking her up and down. She knew she looked damn hot in her four inch heels, black leather mini skirt and black leather vest, her beautiful breasts bulging to go get out. He looked her in the eye and without averting his gaze he reached for the zipper on the front of her vest. She heard it slide down and the fabric fell away, revealing her bright red bra. "Whore red," was how He always described the color and that is how she felt. Ryan unzipped his pants and pulled out his very average cock. "On your knees, bitch,"

She, of course, complied, kneeling in front of him as he sat on the bunk. She fished his hardening cock through his fly and began licking the underside, enjoying the sensation of the firm vein against her tongue. His swelling told her she was hitting his spot. She groaned as he grabbed her hair and roughly shoved her down on his cock. She effortlessly deep throated him, pressing his head against the back of her throat and forming tight suction around him. He kept her head against him, trying to make her gag but she refused to give him that satisfaction. Soon he let go and she continued her rhythm on his shaft. 

She felt a pair of hands spread her feet, then lift the miniskirt to reveal that she wore nothing underneath. "Yeah, Cory, fill her hole," Ryan said. Cory was the wiry young man and she saw he had a cock to match. It must have been a full ten inches, but was thinner than any she had ever seen. She soon felt his head against her sopping wet pussy and he slammed deep into her with a single fierce thrust. She let Ryan's cock fall from her mouth as she groaned, taking his full depth. Ryan grabbed her by the hair and returned his organ to her mouth. 

She sneaked a peek over at the large black man who was watching intently. She imagined what he was seeing, her in just a red bra, a black leather miniskirt up around her waist, one cock in her mouth, another in her pussy, her huge breasts bouncing with every thrust from Cory. A loud smack on her ass brought her mind back to the task at hand and she ground back against Cory's long slender dick.

Ryan increased the pace of her face fucking and she knew he was about to cum. She looked up at him, seeking direction. "Swallow it, every drop; I don't want to see any of it ooze out of that pretty mouth." She nodded agreement the best she could and her throat was soon full of his cum. Well trained and thoroughly practiced, she swallowed every sweet drop, working her lips up and down his shaft, milking every delicious morsel.

Cory announced that it was Buff's turn to fill her mouth, and the guy with the shaggy blonde hair was standing in front of her. Buff unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor. He smelled strongly of musk and She figured it had been He who had been with Tiffani the most recent. Tiff was a lucky girl, Biff was a good eight inches long and as thick as any man she had ever been with.

Biff held his cock against his flat stomach, giving her access to his balls. She gently teased them with her tongue, lightly flicking against the fuzzy skin. He took a step forward and her tongue found his taint, just behind the balls. He had to balance himself against the wall as her talented tongue increased his pleasure.

Cory was still behind her, slamming his long, thin cock into her. He pulled out his cock and dipped a thumb into her honeypot. He then withdrew his now-wet thumb and placed it at the entrance to her ass. His cock re-entered her pussy and he slowly pressed his thumb into her. She thought of the many guys who had tried this without knowing what they were doing, trying to shove their cocks into her without properly stretching her out. Cory obviously had done this before and she whimpered thinking of what else he might put into her.

Biff lowered his meat, inviting her to take it into her mouth. Always ready for a challenge, she opened wide and immediately deep throated him, taking his entire enormous cock deep into her. She held it there for many seconds, impressing everyone with her abilities, then began bobbing up and down on it. She loved tasting Tiffani on it, and wondered if at the end of the day if she we would be able to taste the coed on His dick as well. Biff leaned back against the top bunk and she gave him a long, low-key blow job. He was far gentler than Ryan had been, but then again he had recently blown his nut with Tiffani and probably wasn't in a hurry as his friend had been. The three of them established a slow, methodical rhythm. 

Cory's long, slow thrusts against her G-spot and the thumb in her ass had her on the verge of cumming. Soon she came all over Cory's long, slender cock. She moaned and groaned around Biff's dick but never let it leave her mouth, continuing to pleasure him even as her own pleasure washed over her. She groaned again as Cory removed his thumb and slowly slid two fingers into her bung hole, filling her completely.

She enjoyed the feeling so much that She started to finger Biff's hole. He squatted lightly, allowing his rectum to open a bit and she slid a finger deep into him. She gently pressed against his prostate and jacked his shaft with her other hand. He pulled his cock from her mouth and she opened her mouth and laid her tongue flat, giving him as big a target as possible, hoping for another helping of what she loved so much. As his cock began to twitch he took it in his own hand and aimed at her face. She closed her eyes, and soon her face was covered with his cum. It made her feel cheap and used, a feeling that started her second orgasm as Cory kept sliding in and out of her pussy.

Cory pulled out of her and told her to roll over onto her back. She hadn't had missionary in a while and was surprised when instead of mounting her, he buried his face between her legs. The tip of his tongue traced from her knee to her mons, building the excitement as he went. He plunged his tongue deep into her and she came instantly, writhing on the floor as this latest orgasm coursed through her. As she came down, Cory slowly worked his finger into her puss, then a second and a third. His fingers slowly massaged her g-spot and his thumb was on her clit. His rhythm with this was as slow and comfortable as his fucking, and soon her hips were gently following this hand. 

Biff had disappeared, and soon Ken, the professor was in the back with them. Ken stripped down and she admired his cock and the surprisingly large head on it. Damn, she loved a nice big head and Ken had one for the ages. He unhooked her kinky red bra with the front clasp, then straddled her stomach. She pushed her huge breasts together and he began to titty fuck her. She liked it when he thrust forward far enough for her to lick the very head, tasting the sweet pre-cum from the tip.

A finger from Cory's other hand found her ass, and the thumb on her clit had been replaced by his tongue. What he didn't have in cock he more than made up for in oral skills. She was going bananas as he gently licked, nibbled and sucked her very hard clit. His fingers were just as effective inside her treasure box and soon another orgasm was growing deep in her toes.

"You like that, don't you?" Ken asked.

"Oh God, you know I do," She said. "I want you to cum on my face, give me a facial with your thick, hot cum." With that he leaned forward and buried his cock deep into her mouth, then returned to her breasts for more sensation and dirty talking. "I'm such a slut, and I'm your slut, on loan from Him. Cum where ever you want, in my mouth on my face, on my tits, treat me like your slut." The end of the last sentence disappeared as the orgasm surged through her body. She grabbed Ken's ass on her chest and squeezed hard, her head thrashing from side to side.

As she was trying to catch a breath, Ken exploded on her face. Clearly he had not received anything from Tiffani but frustration as he let go of one of the largest loads she had ever seen. It was on her eyes, forehead, cheeks and chin. With her tongue she licked off all that she could. Then she scooped it up with two fingers and drizzled it luxuriously into her mouth. She was surprised when Ken kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to taste what he had just sprayed on her.

As Ken got off of her, a voice three octaves lower than any of the others boomed. "Clean her up boys, it's time she got a piece of black pipe." It was the huge black man. She gulped thinking about what he had to have in his pants.

Cory produced a warm, wet washcloth and wiped her chest and face free of Ken's cum. She felt a little like she was being prepared as the sacrifice to the God in the black man's pants. He peeled his shirt off of his massive frame and she's sure her jaw dropped. He looked like an illustration from a biology text book. Every one of his muscles was huge and perfectly developed. His shoulders were massive and his biceps and triceps were better defined than any she had seen. He had a perfect six pack and the outline of his hip bone pointed to what had to be heaven. 

She was still laying on the floor, gazing up at the muscled God standing above her. "I'm Jeremy, meet Little Jeremy," he said as he unhooked his belt and unzipped his jeans. He was wearing black silk briefs and his huge erection strained at the thin material. "Stand up," he ordered, and she complied with help from Cory. He stood just inches in front of her and took her hands and put them flat against his chiseled chest. She nearly came right there, as she explored his muscles. She moved closer, licking his huge chest, taking in his smell and taste, sensing his power. 

She knelt before him and nibbled his cock through his briefs. She pulled down the waistband and gasped. He was every bit as thick as Biff, but half again as long. There was nothing little about Little Jeremy. She was staring into the biggest, blackest cock she had ever seen, and she couldn't wait to have it anywhere he wanted to put it. She made eye contact as she licked the head, then holding eye contact, she took it into her mouth. Inch after inch slid into her throat and she showed no signs of slowing down. Soon his dark balls were against her chin, her hand on his tight ass and his cock well past her tonsils. She was able to hold her breath for a few seconds and slowly released his meat, all the while earning looks of astonishment from the other guys.

"Damn, Tiffani never could get half of him into her mouth, and this whore took the whole thing and left it there," Tom said. Jeremy nodded his approval, then ordered her to stand and face the bunk.

She gripped the edge of the bunk, thankful for the extra four inches of height her "fuck me heels" afforded her. She could see out the back window of the RV and behind them was their car. She could not see Him, only the back of Tiffani's head who was sitting on his lap squirming with pleasure, her bare back showing under her glistening dark hair. Then she felt Jeremy's strong hands on her shoulders and his head against her wet, tired, sopping pussy. "Hold still, bitch, this is going to hurt you far more than it will hurt me." With that his entire thick, black cock slammed into her pussy. She swore she could feel it bottom out in her. Her response amazed both of them as she did not pull away from his punishing meat, but pushed against it, eager to feel all of him deep inside her wet honey pot.

She came hard as his big hands tugged at her hair, making her head hurt almost as much as her pussy but not nearly as good. The orgasm made it difficult for her to stand, and soon his big strong arms were wrapped around her stomach and her chest, holding her up for his relentless pounding. She reached back and wrapped her arm around his neck, holding herself up and pushing her massive chest out for all to see. Jeremy's hand found her nipples and squeezed them hard. Way too hard. And she loved it.

She managed to grunt the word "missionary" into his ear and she slowly lowered her to the ground. She spread her legs, eager to have his hard body against hers. He entered her once again and she took in the alluring aroma of a sweating black man. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and hooked her four inch heels together, taking the strain off of her leg muscles and pulling him in deeper. He put his hands on the floor between her arms and her chest and assumed the push up position. Then slid a massive hand under the small of her back and with one hand pulled her up against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and kissed him deeply as they once again fell into a rhythm. His strong chest against her massive tits felt awesome as did his hand on her back.

After what seemed like half an hour of him slamming into her, he rolled them both over, him on his back, her on top of him, accomplishing the move with his huge cock never leaving her pussy. "Somebody give it to this whore in the ass," he commanded the group. Biff had returned from the driver's seat and was ready for round two. As She groaned into Jeremy's shoulder, Biff slid his cock into her ass. She was thankful for the stretching that Cory had given her and it allowed Biff to enter relatively painlessly. 

Her two holes were stuffed full, more cock than she had ever had in her life and she was in heaven. Biff would smack her on the ass, leaving what she was sure were large hand prints all over her ass. "I need a cock in my mouth," she called out, and was happy that Ken appeared in front of her. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face forcefully, gagging her as she tried to catch a breath from what was happening at the other end.

Cory called from the driver's seat, "You guys better hurry, the next rest area is just five miles down the road." She couldn't believe she had been fucked for the last 100 miles. She thought of Him and Tiffani behind them, and wondered how many times she had milked his cock.

Biff quickened his pace and soon filled her ass with his spooge. As soon as he pulled out, Ken came around and took his spot. After watching Jeremy pound her and the high quality blow job she had just given him, he, too, filled her ass in just a few seconds. Now with just Jeremy in her she could sit up straight, massaging her nipples and feeling his full depth. Her hands wandered to her clit and rubbed it furiously. Yet another orgasm crashed through her, wave after wave, reminiscent of all of the cum that been blown in her and on her in the last two hours. She started to lift up off of Jeremy almost entirely, leaving only his head in her, then slamming down hard against his thighs, over and over until soon he rolled her over onto her back again. With a mighty thrust he began emptying his load into her, mixing it with those of his friends and professor. 

The RV slowed as it entered the rest area. She was exhausted and unable to move as the guys began dressing themselves, anxious to share their stories with Tiffani and hear of the fun she had had with Him. 



Road Trip



Note to the anonymous letter writers ... if you don't like what I write then don't read it. If you do enjoy them, I thank you for your comments.

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None of my stories is set in the current times ... I really am an old fart and I can't take those little magic pills. Therefore, there is no possibility of "new" adventures. Of course, writing about past adventures has some real advantages ... my memories are always better than the real thing. In other words folks, my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy and written for some not-so-pure enjoyment.

It also helps to remind you that in the mid 60s-early 70s, we were all young, 10 feet tall, and bulletproof. AIDS was yet to appear on the scene and "make love not war" was the theme of the day.

My wife was one of the editors with a major Atlanta publishing firm. Before they started publishing fancy "shelter" magazines, they put out a whole bunch of "trade" magazines...you know, the kind aimed at all types of private industry. The same staff put out about 10 different magazines.

As a free-lance photographer, I did a whole lot of photo assignments for all of them ... and some of those made for fun stories that may eventually appear here. However, this story is about THE road trip to Nashville.

Unlike the big publishing companies (like Time-Warner) the staff and editors were more than friends...almost family but more like a little commune. Sometimes several of the publications would be on deadline at the same time so there would be a bunch of them buzzing around right up until the last minute. Naturally, they would hit the streets of Atlanta looking for some food, drink, and blowing off some steam.

If I was in town, I would join the group along with my wife. Sometimes we went out as just a group, sometimes we went out as a group of couples, and only very rarely did anyone go out as individual couples. If I was on the road, neither my wife nor I had a problem about her going out with her friends after work. 

We had wrapped up work around 8pm and were all talking about going out for drinks and dinner. I had just finished a story about Nashville for another unrelated assignment so I said ... "too bad we don't have a Tootie's down here in Atlanta."

Tootie's was (and still is) a bar (don't call this one a pub) in Nashville that was nothing but crowded, jam-packed fun. They had a stage and instruments were always up there. No scheduled acts or headliners. However, when things got rolling and folks were getting right with God, it wasn't at all unusual for someone to jump up on stage and start playing or singing. Sometimes it was a tipsy patron, sometimes it was a waitress-singer hoping to be discovered (that's how Gretchen Wilson got her break), and sometimes it was one of the big stars just re-visiting his/her old stomping grounds.

Well, the more I talked, the better it sounded to the troops. By this time, we had all had a "nip" or two of a recreational beverage so it seemed perfectly logical (6-pack logic is drastically different than sober logic) that the next thing out of the mouth of one of the editors was "ROAD TRIP!!!!"

One of our advertisers was there as well and his company had customized luxury passenger vans complete with big comfortable seating with the essentials ... a TV/VCR and a bar. He volunteered and the game was on.

By the time we pulled out of Atlanta and headed for Nashville, it was already after 9pm. My wife and I were the only married couple in the van. Wasn't quite an even split (8 gals and 7guys) and an interesting age range. Most were in their late 20s (I had just turned 30) but one of the senior editors and the advertiser were in their mid-40s. We of were on our way and ready for a good time. 

It was a long drive and we kept swapping around so one person didn't have to drive the whole distance. Of course, we didn't stop the van to swap drivers and that led to an interesting version of musical chairs. When a guy was driving, it was decided that the next driver would be a gal ... other than your partner. 

We would slide the driver's seat as far back as possible, the gal would then plop down in the guy's lap to receive "instructions" about the controls. Naturally, the gals were putting a very good "wiggle" into the exchange just to see if they could make anything pop up. 

This was in the early 70s and, in the publishing world, young gals (and their editors) loved those ultra-short flirty mini-skirts. No thongs back then but tiny bikini panties were very popular.

Well, as you can imagine, when one of those gals wiggled around on you, the skirts "slipped" out of the way and you were getting the equivalent of a 70mph lap dance.

Once you finished giving "instructions" you had to slide out and go to the back of the van. No guy escaped without popping one and you really got jazzed about it as you found a seat. LOTS of bad puns and comments.

The gals didn't escape either. When it was time for another driver switch, they rose up and the guy slid under them. None of us could resist flipping up the back of the skirt and yelling "Panty check!" 

They would then BACK into the seating area with their skirts still flipped up. Some had opaque patterned panties, some had semi-sheer panties, all were fun. One gal lost her balance and fell across the laps of a couple of people with her skirt still up and her panties on full display ... a nice resounding spanking was fondly delivered.

Bras were not a part of the publishing uniform in the 70s so there was a LOT of play going on in that area as well.

Some more games were suggested but the winner was "5-minute making out".

As the only married couple, my wife and I were being left out of that game until my wife grabbed a guy's ass as he slipped past. Before she knew what happened, she was across the laps with her skirt up around her waist and panties on display ... it was "spanky" time for her too ... I even gave her a nice little smack that left a hand-shaped red spot. 

One of the guys offered "to kiss it and make it better" so the gang decided I should get his gal for the 5-minute game while they were "busy". The last I saw of my wife for the next few minutes was him sliding her panties down just enough to plant a kiss on the red spot where I had spanked her. I never asked about any of her 5-minute sessions and she's never asked about mine. Lots of fun ... perhaps not so clean and innocent ... but fun nevertheless. 

I did hear later that her panties wound up around her ankles for at least one of her sessions. 

Other than the panty play, no clothing came off because we all had visions of trying to explain that to one of Tennessee's finest. That was a solid rule ... during the 5 minutes you could play by hand or mouth but everyone had to stay dressed. 

During a four-hour drive you can swap partners a lot. Everyone had played with everyone several times ... lots of touchy-feely stuff. By the time we got to Nashville, there wasn't a pair of dry panties in the house. They might have been "adjusted" several times but they were all properly in place and makeup had been freshened when we finally parked near Tootie's.

It was almost 1am by the time we got a table but that's just when Nashville gets going on a Saturday night. Food, singing, dancing, cutting up, and LOTS of flirting and fanny patting. They didn't have a table big enough for all 15 of us so we did the musical chairs bit again ... this time with real music. Each time the music changed, the gals would wiggle onto a different lap. Panty flashes galore...hands sliding under skirts...cheering, yelling, titty squeezing...a real red neck Saturday night. 

Nope, we weren't the only ones making fools out of ourselves. We even got some of the other guys and gals in Tooties in on our musical chairs game.

One of the younger women was really trying to "connect" with the editor but wasn't making much progress until she reached over and pulled the cherry out of his whiskey sour. She held it by the stem, tilted her head back and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Then, just as slowly, she pushed it back out again. She must have done that 5 or 6 times before she started going a little faster each time ... the other gals started egging her on and the guys were clapping time. She finally let it slide into her mouth and closed it tightly. Brought her head back to normal position and we could see her cheeks working. About a minute or so later she opened wide. The cherry was gone and she had tied a knot in the stem using only her tongue.

Oh Yeah! The whole place went wild over that one...and the editor was sweating like mad...she had been wiggling around on his lap the entire time.

The other women ... including my wife ... all wanted to know how she did that so for the next 30 minutes or so, it was lesson time followed by some interesting trial runs. My wife wasn't on my lap but she managed to beat the time of the cute little copy editor who had started it all. When she hopped up to take a little bow, her skirt flipped up and we could all see that her panties were tucked neatly and were sopping wet. The lucky cowboy she had been riding (oops, I mean sitting on) was trying vainly to hide a real tent-maker of a boner. That drew lots of hoots and cheers too. 

After her little bow, my wife settled back down on his lap and wiggled around until she was "comfortable" again. Couldn't see but my guess was that his boner was between her butt cheeks.

We finally decided to head back to Atlanta about 4am. We all had a bit of a buzz on but with all of the crowds and fun, our metabolism rate must have been enough to get rid of a lot of the alcohol. We really weren't drunk. We hadn't really drinking that much because we knew we were all supposed to share the driving going back as well.

On the drive back, we still played around but it was at a much slower pace. One of the gals had complained about her legs being cramped so she stretched out across some laps and we started giving her a multi-hand massage. Enough hands and fingers got to the right places so that she had a very quiet little "O". 

ALL of the women wanted and got the same treatment. Blouses were unbuttoned just enough for easy access and panties were pulled down and tossed into the front seat. Everyone got to see and play with everything they could reach. That game continued until every last one of the women had the ultimate stress relief a couple of times ... some were quiet little whimpers, some were real wall-bangers.

There were two different seating groups so we decided that each woman had to be massaged by each group and decide which group was best. The gals got in on the massage too and it was most educational watching them touch the target of the moment. Important lessons were learned that have been applied many times over the years. A very valuable experience indeed.

The guys had to stay fully zipped ... it was all to be fun and games but that was all. All of us had a problem that the gals didn't have and we were being teased without mercy. Then the cherry stem gal had what the guys considered to be the best idea of the night. She grabbed the editor and dropped her head into his lap. Proceeded to do an amazing demo of a fully clothed, hands free blowjob. Lesson time once more and a new round of 5-minute make out games. The gals kept swapping around until all of us had TOTAL relief. 

It was a very good thing that none of us were going right back out in public because all of the guys had a huge wet spot.

Got back to the company parking lot about 9am, got into our cars and headed home ... except for Ms Cherry Stem ... she and the editor left together. The editor and Ms. Cherry Stem got married about two months later. Only lasted about six months because she found someone else that had even more money and was equally fascinated with her special "abilities".

My wife and I barely made it into our house before we decided to redo some of the games but with more interesting rules...full spread and balls to the wall right there on the carpet.

We never had another party that intense and none of the group ever discussed what had happened. Never came up as a discussion point in our house but our sex life definitely picked up and we've never gotten bored with each other.

There have been other interesting parties ... remember the horniest folks in the world are lawyers, medical people, cheerleaders, students, and anyone in the publishing world ... but absolutely nothing like that Nashville trip.

No direct sex but still one of the hottest experiences in my life. Left Atlanta at 9pm arrived back at 9am with no sleep. With all of the fun and games, you could truly say we were "up" all night.

Different times, different places, different "standards". All more than 30 years ago. Still fun to remember.



Road Trip



As Kelly continued the Oklahoma stretch of her road trip, she was blissfully unaware that her water pump had been inactive for about an hour and was therefore shocked when, around dawn, her car suddenly decelerated and became difficult to steer. Luckily, she was approaching an exit so she pulled her uncooperative car onto the ramp and into a gas station. 

Hers was the only car in the deserted parking lot so she sat for a while wondering when the attendant was due in. After about fifteen minutes an orange Focus pulled into the lot and drove up beside her. As Kelly peered into the open window she saw the driver was a gentlemanly looking bearded man of about thirty years old. As he stepped out of his car Kelly did the same and met him by her hood. He offered to take a look at her engine and, after a few minutes of what appeared to Kelly to be intense contemplation, he came to an astute resolution.

"This car's fucked, Babydoll," he said with a sympathetic laugh.

Kelly checked her cell phone to confirm that she received no service this far from her hometown and, sighing in frustration, asked the stranger if he had a phone she could borrow. 

He replied, "Only a land line, but my house isn't far from here if you'd like to use it."

Kelly gratefully accepted the offer and, locking up her car, climbed into the open passenger side of his Focus. The ride to his house was, indeed, a short one during which the two strangers made pleasant small talk with ease. They arrived at a two story house set on a large vacant lot of land. 

Leading her inside to the living room, he made his apologies for the mess. Strewn about were various tubes and bottles of paint along with an assortment of paintbrushes. Hanging on the wall were several beautifully macabre paintings of which he was presumably the artist.

Sipping lemonade fetched from an unseen kitchen, they continued their leisurely chat. The topic of conversation found its way back to Kelly's car at which point he rose, as if just remembering the reason for her visit, and politely gestured for her to walk ahead of him up the stairs. With a grateful smile Kelly walked up the hardwood staircase and into the single door at the top of the landing. Kelly walked a few feet into the room before being startled by the door slamming behind her. 

Adjusting to the dim light, Kelly spun around to face the man who now stood like a guard in front of the door. Holding her gaze, he gauged Kelly's reaction to this sudden turn of events. Her lips were parted in surprise and her posture was defensive, but in her eyes he saw the light of excitement. 

Slowly, he stepped towards her like a hunter with an ensnared prey. Walking up to her, he gently placed a hand on the side of her neck. Tensing slightly, she accepted his caress but continued to watch him warily. His fingers slid around the back of her neck and wound their way slowly into her hair. Hesitating only slightly, Kelly smiled a small but warm smile and he knew she was willing to play.

Twisting her hair tightly in his fist he pulled her head back and continued to stare down into her eyes. Both were panting in exhilaration until he finally pressed his mouth to hers and ferociously kissed her. Sighing, Kelly allowed herself to melt a little.

After a long and heavy kiss he brought his lips near her ear and asked "You're not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?"

Kelly paused and bit her lip, whispering at length "No."

"Good," he muttered, "This'll be our little secret." Releasing her hair, he firmly gripped her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Tugging at the hemline of her shirt, he prompts Kelly to take off her top and finally her bra. Round small breasts rose and fell with her breath, glowing softly in the dim light. Slender waist and taught nipples hid under bashful arms and hands. Admiring her, he calmly ordered her to take out his cock. He stroked her soft short hair as she unfastened his pants and gently freed his member.

"Now touch it" he said. Gently, she began to stroke the soft supple skin of his rigid engine. She continued her gentle administrations until he said in a graveled voice "I can barely feel that. Do it harder." Kelly began to pump him more aggressively and he gutturally muttered "Now touch yourself."

With her free hand, Kelly lifted her skirt up into her lap and slid a small hand down her white panties. Her fingers worked slowly across her pulsing clit and she could feel the slick wetness of her own arousal. Her hands kept time with each other and she matched his pleasure with her own, each growing more and more desperate for release.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" He sardonically asked.

"...Yes." Kelly allowed herself to be prompted to say.

"Then tell me." He harshly hissed.

Shyly, Kelly whispered "I...I want you to cum in my mouth."

After a moment more of her manipulations, he said in a strained voice, "Open up, Babydoll." 

Squinting her eyes and opening her mouth Kelly sat ready for a moment as he grasped his own cock and threw back his head. The hot spurt of cum splashed onto her tongue, lips and face. Sputtering in surprise, she swallowed some and wiped off the rest on her bare skinny arms.

Kelly looked up at his stiff repose and wondered if his game was already over. After a brief recovery, he returned his softening member to his pants and pulled Kelly from the floor by her upper arm. His eyes were those of a man executing a favorite hobby - calm yet excited, focused yet absorbing it all. A slight but satisfied smile sat on his lips as he backed Kelly up to a nearby wall. Standing close to her, he ran his hands over the exposed curves of her torso and, after admiring this new skin, gathered her wrists together in front of her. He lifted them slowly up and over her head, causing his face to pass in and out of Kelly's vision. In this brief moment a change had settled into his eyes and his expression was one of animalistic hunger.

Softly kissing her parted lips, he looked into her eyes as if giving her a final chance to protest. She met his gaze meekly but sweetly, giving consent, and this simple expression of control was poetic. The light in her eyes became expectant as she realized she was too excited to leave this situation which was potentially more than she could handle.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistbands of her skirt and panties, he slid them down to her ankles leaving her wearing only kneesocks and buckle oxfords. As he rose again to his feet he paused to flick his tongue over the exposed slit of pink between her thighs. He offered her his hand and without consideration she took it, being led away from her remaining garments. Kelly followed him to a couch where he sat and pulled her down to kneel, facing him, between his legs. An area rug cushioned her knees as she sank down before him.

Caressing her hair, he grabbed a fistful at the back of her head and slowly pulled down, tilting her face up. He studied her, kissing her neck and shoulders, breathing in the soft sweetness of her scent, feeling the intangible softness of her flesh. Releasing her hair, he kissed her deeply and passionately.

Finally freeing her from the soul kiss, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her face to his crotch saying nothing. Since his pants were still halfway undone it was easy for Kelly to pull out his now softer cock. One hand in her hair and the other on his cock, he began rubbing himself over her cheeks and mouth. When he let go, she took the cue, alternately sucking his cock back to rigidity and passing his smooth flesh across her face. 

When he was again stiff as a lead pipe he pushed her down onto the rug and knelt between her open thighs. Pressing the head of his cock against her throbbing entrance then removing it, he teased her until she was writhing on the floor. She pressed her hips towards him each time she felt his presence, but he pulled away and denied her the pleasure of having him inside her.

"You want it, don't you?" he said lewdly in a low voice. Her only response was a pleading whimper. Bending to growl directly into her ear, he said "Beg me for it." Kelly let loose a moaning string of pleas and cries while squirming her hips towards him. Finally, suddenly, he entered her slick passage with a fierce thrust and she cried out, stiffening her body against the pressure.

Slowly, he began driving into her deeply, making her moan low and bestially with each strong push inside her. Speeding up, he churned her into a frenzy of screaming wet sex. Her small hands released the clumps of carpet they had been gripping and scrambled for purchase as he pounded into her faster and faster.

Throwing back her head she let out a high howl and came. As she panted, he pulled out of her, grabbing his raging piece in his fist and pumping it a few fast times. His opal juice spilled over her exposed breasts and neck. His cum glistened on the small heaving curves of her chest and ribs.

She lay, her legs limply around him, panting and covered in his affection - the picture of pleasure. After gazing fondly upon this temporary artwork he grabbed a soft rag from the couch and wiped off her damp flesh. The two lay on the rug loosely holding one another as the sun crept into the room like afterglow.



Road Trip



My husband and I had planned a getaway weekend at a friend's cabin and I'd been thinking about it all week. While we did enjoy a very active sex life, we had to keep noise to a minimum and more often than not it had to be kept to the bedroom because of the kids. This weekend would be all about us wherever, whenever, however.

The kids were sleeping over at friends' houses and my husband, was picking me up right after work. The cabin was a five hour drive away and it would be dark by the time we got there, but we couldn't wait to start our weekend.

In fact, I was so excited to get started I made a quick trip to the bathroom just before he was due to arrive. I removed my panties and put on the matching demi-bra he'd bought for me earlier in the week. He was in for a surprise.

When I looked in the mirror I saw that my nipples were obviously erect through the thin silk of my white blouse. I put on my dress jacket to hide my excitement from my co-workers.

I wished everyone a good weekend as I got into the elevator. The cool air teased my naked labia under my skirt. I hoped that I could contain myself all the way to the cabin.

We'd been pretty relaxed and casual in the mini-van for most of the ride there. I'd taken off my jacket and caught him glancing at the outline of my breasts that were lifted by the half-cups of my bra, but left naked beneath the silk. It was just hitting dusk.

I caught him sneak another peek.

"Are you wearing the new bra I bought you?"

"Of course."

"Let me see."

"Here?" I looked around as if there was anyone to see.

"C'mon. Just give me a little peek. There's not a car around for miles."

He was right. So, I turned towards him and undid the top two buttons. I pulled the blouse to one side so he could see my nipple peeking over the demi-cup.

He reached over and undid another button so that he could expose both breasts.

"Very nice. Do you like wearing it?"

I nodded. I was glad it was getting dark as I could feel a blush spreading to my cheeks. The cool night air was quite a turn on.

His hand reached over and he flicked his thumb over my hard nipple. Then he reached over to give the other nipple a pinch that made my clit tingle in anticipation.

"And are you wearing the panties?"

"No."

"No? Where are they?"

I reached into my purse and pulled them out.

"Ah, no panties is better than pretty panties. I like."

He drove silently for a moment, and then said, "Show me."

I laughed thinking he was joking.

"Seriously. Show me."

I turned in my seat and threw one of my legs behind his seat. Then I slowly raised my skirt to his view.

"That's nice, very nice."

He tried to look at my freshly shaved puss and watch the road at the same time.

As I knew he would, he reached over to touch me. He ran his middle finger lightly through my folds.

"You're already wet."

I moaned slightly, hoping he wouldn't stop.

He didn't. He lingered over my clit for a moment, rubbing gently in circles. Then he turned his hand palm up and slid his index and middle fingers inside me. Each time he pushed his fingers inside me his thumb rubbed over my clit. He gave a better hand job than any man I'd know before. Soon, my hips were moving against his hand as I fondled my breast and rubbed my nipples.

"Do you want more baby? Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes, oh please!"

He slid his ring finger in with the other two.

"Come for me baby."

A few minutes later, his fingers deep inside me, my muscles clenched around them and I moaned deeply as my orgasm rippled through my body, sucking at his fingers.

When I sat up I realized that he had pulled off onto a dirt road.

"Where are we?"

"You think you're the only one that's getting off?" 

He was already pulling his cock out of his pants. It was hard and engorged.

As he pulled into a dark lane that led into a grove of trees, I reached over to stroke him. He parked and turned off the engine and pushed his seat back as far as it could go.

I kneeled in my seat so I could take him in my mouth. As I ran my tongue in circles around the head, he pulled my skirt back so he could see my ass in the air. I was grateful for the coverage of the trees as anyone driving by would have had quite a view otherwise. He rolled the windows down so that they wouldn't get too steamed up. When the cool evening air hit my ass I felt more naked and exposed than ever before.

I knew he was already excited so I wasted no time in taking as much of his cock into the warmth of my mouth as I could. I didn't want him to come yet though, so I went slowly. Using my lips and tongue, I kept a firm, wet suction on his cock. At the same time I wrapped my thumb and fore finger around the base of his cock to prevent him from losing control.

A few moments later, "Wait baby. That's not where I want to come tonight."

I looked up at him and swiveled my tongue around his knob and up and down the shaft.

"Where do you want to come? In my pussy?"

"No."

"Then where?" I said, mocking an innocent look as if I didn't know.

"I want to come in that nice tight ass of yours."

I climbed into his lap backwards. The steering wheel gave me something to hold onto. I leaned over the wheel with my face practically in the glass and my ass only inches from his face. His tongue flickered out to taste my juices.

His tongue repeatedly reached out to tickle my pussy lips and then slither back to my puckered hole. Then he used his fingers to penetrate first my cunt, then my ass. Once his fingers slid past the tight ring, he gave me a few strokes.

I lowered my ass until it hovered over his cock. As he held his member firmly, I lowered myself slowly, feeling the head rub against my hole. Then lower, until the head of his cock was popping past the barrier. Then a little more and a little more.

His hands were on my hips. He said, "Oh god, I just can't wait honey."

And he pulled me down onto him. In seconds, the full length of his shaft was deep into my dark, hot tunnel. I paused a moment and he let my ass adjust to the intrusion. My muscles clenched around his cock and I slowly released some of his length.

"Oh my god, hon, your ass is so tight."

His hands rose to my breasts, teasing and pinching at my nipples. We began to move together, discovering a new kind of rhythm for a new position. We rocked slowly together as I focused on each ripple of his cock as it slid against my delicate walls.

He continued to manipulate one nipple and moved his hand down to my clit. But he didn't touch me. He formed his hand into a fist and placed it so that as I rocked my hips back and forth against his cock I could rub my clit against his knuckles.

He let me take control from here. The mini-van was rocking, and his cock pulsated against my orgasmic vibrations. He pumped his hot cream into my backside as shudders ran through my entire body.

When I finally relaxed, his cock still in my ass and my body still quivering, I leaned against his sturdy body.

He kissed my neck and said, "I love you baby. Do you think we're going to have a good long weekend?"

"A good one yes, but not nearly long enough."



Road Trip



The long road stretched endlessly in front of them. They'd been driving non-stop with only food and restroom breaks for the last 22 hours. The desert to the left and right of the interstate had been beautiful when they first came upon it but now it was just ugly and barren. Laura sighed loudly in boredom, the radio picked up nothing but static and her conversation with Jim had dwindled to nothing. A nap seemed to be the most logical way to past the time so she reclined her seat and lay back with her eyes closed against the bright glare of the sun. Jim glanced briefly in her direction and then turned his attention back to the road. 

Soon Laura was snoring lightly and Jim grinned knowing how embarrassed she'd be if she knew that she did that. She'd been doing it for years but he had never had the heart to tell her about it because she was so self-conscious of things like that. The miles passed by slowly and Jim periodically messed with the radio in hopes of finding anything to cut the silence. No such luck. 

Laura squirmed in her sleep a little drawing his attention. She was obviously dreaming. He watched her in interest. Her lips parted slightly and a soundless sigh escaped them. He smiled and wondered what she could be dreaming about. A soft moan and another squirm in her seat gave him a good idea and he had to stifle a chuckle. She rubbed her outstretched legs together slowly and moaned a little louder. 

Jim's smile faded a little as he felt the crotch of his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight. He was finding it difficult to drag his eyes away from her to watch the road. When she arched her back, her breasts pushed tight against the fabric of her tee shirt. Her nipples weren't quite hard but they were noticeable. He had to stop himself from reaching out and running his thumb across them to see if they would respond. Her moans were becoming louder and her breathing just a little bit rougher. Her legs rubbed together even more, creating friction in just the right spot. Jim reached a hand down underneath the steering wheel and rubbed himself through his fly. She arched her back again and he couldn't keep himself from cupping her breast. She moaned loudly with the contact and his cock sprung up to a full erection in response. 

He kneaded her breast more vigorously and she rose up in her sleep begging for more. He could feel the hard pebble of her nipple pushing against his palm, demanding attention. It tightened to a rock hard nub between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips were jutting upward, moving a rhythm that only she could feel. He wanted to feel her wetness so he gently unbuttoned the fly on her jeans and eased the zipper down. His long fingers slipped down the front of her sensible cotton panties to find the crotch soaked from her juices. Her little clit stood up proudly and when his fingers brushed lightly across it, she shivered and moaned. He pushed two fingers down her wet slit and into the damp heat. She pressed her hips down until his fingers were completely buried inside her. 

Her eyes began to flutter open and a soft startled "oh" passed between her lips as she realized that her dream was becoming reality. She turned her head over to look at Jim and took in the familiar look of desire painted nakedly on his face. His fingers kept moving inside her, wiggling and searching for that elusive magic spot. The jerk of her hips let him know exactly when he found it. His fingers applied pressure to and massaged the spongy tissue of her G-spot. The sensation was almost more than she could bear but she managed to reach over and undo his jeans. Pulling down his underwear, she let lose his throbbing cock and began to stroke it in rhythm with the fingers inside her. His eyes drifted close until he remembered where he was. She took pleasure in the hard set of his jaw and his obvious thin control over himself. Gently pulling his hand out of her panties, she slowly and sensuously cleaned her juices from his fingers with her tongue. She grinned at the bead of precum that appeared on the end of his dick. 

"Would you like me to lick that off for you?" she asked playfully. 

He gave a terse nod and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her toward him. She nibbled on his earlobe and teased his nipples with her fingers, carefully avoiding giving him what he wanted. She was rewarded with frustrated but desire-filled little moans. Pushing up his shirt, she clamped her teeth around the closest nipple and bit down almost painfully. Her tongue bathed it while her teeth worked it to completely hardness. Laura felt the anticipation of having his hot cock in her mouth building inside her and couldn't resist any longer. 

As she began to lower her head to his lap, her eyes flickered out the driver side window. She was startled to see a truck riding right along beside them. The driver was almost leaned across his seat, watching their every movement. He had one hand on the steering wheel and she could imagine where the other was. Feeling naughty, Laura smiled seductively at the driver and lowered her mouth on Jim's cock. Almost immediately however, Jim was pushing her away.

"I can't do this. We are going to end up in a wreck. Besides, I want to fuck that pretty, wet pussy of yours." 

Jim began looking for an exit while she settled back in her seat and reached into her own panties. She looked beyond Jim's head to the driver in the pickup beside them. She looked directly at him as she began to move her fingers in and out. With her other hand, she spread her lips open for the world to see and rolled a finger over her clit. Jim faded out as she put on a show for their spectator. His obvious lust for her caused her to get even more turned on. She ran a tongue over her lips and across her teeth in an obvious invitation.

Jim was pulling off at a secluded exit as they left the driver behind. He was barely off of the interstate before he was pulling over and slamming the car into park. His hands were all over her. His lips were bruising her in a hard insistent kiss. She pressed back against him just as hungrily. Pushing her jeans and panties down her hips, she pulled his head down behind her legs.

"Lick me!" she demanded.

Jim found her to be dripping with desire. He pulled her legs open as wide as the small car would allow and dove between them. He flicked his tongue into her slit, drinking up the musky moisture there. She reached down underneath him and began stroking his cock. He sucked her clit between his lips roughly and bit down ever so slightly. Her hand tightened on his shaft in response. He moaned against her clit and began sucking. She bucked her hips up pushed her pussy into his mouth as an orgasm was ripped from her body. She screamed his name as wave after wave of it flowed through her. Exhausted, she collapsed on the seat and her hand fell away from his cock. He lifted his head, his chin dripping from her moisture. 

"Get in the back seat." he told her.

He sat back in his seat and watched as she tried to pull her jeans back up.

"No, take them off. The panties too." 

The demanding tone in his voice was surprising coming from Jim but too arousing to disobey. She removed all of her clothes and hoisted herself into the backseat. She sat there, naked and waiting for his instruction. 

Without a word, he buttoned his jeans and stepped out of the car. She watched as he came to the rear door and opened it.

"Now, get on your knees. I want to see your ass in the air." 

Her passion was a little tamped down by the orgasm and she began to realize that they were barely off of the interstate in the middle of the day. Anyone could come along! She was hesitant but when he repeated his demand, she obeyed. 

Jim unbuttoned his jeans again and pushed them down to his knees. Crawling in behind Laura, he grabbed an ass cheek in both hand and spread them apart. Every intimate part of her was revealed. He reached behind him and closed the door. The seat was just wide enough to accommodate his knees as he slipped his cock into her. The wet warmth surrounded him and clouded all of his senses. As he began to move, she pressed herself back onto him fully. She begged him to fuck her harder. He stroked in and out of her as hard as the limited space in the backseat would allow. An unexpected breeze cut into his haze of his passion and Laura's small scream brought him back to earth. 

The door in front of her opened and Laura found herself looking at the man from the pickup earlier. She screamed in surprise and felt Jim immediately stop moving.

"What the fu..."was all she got out before their friend began to speak.

"I bet she can suck some good cock can't she buddy? Look at those lips. Made to be wrapped around a man's dick."

Laura was stunned into silence. Jim remained quiet and still. 

"Mind if I give 'er a try?" the man asked. 

Laura was face level with a hard denim covered cock. She had a fleeting thought of what it would be like to take him in her mouth but quickly squashed it. She couldn't see Jim's face from this position but she waited for a protest from him. It never came. Actually, he never said a word but from the way the stranger began to unbutton, she thought he must have nodded.

Shocked, she began to rise up but felt Jim's strong hands on her shoulders pushing her back down. The stranger's dick was swinging large and throbbing before her eyes, waiting for her to open up. She opened her mouth to object but he used the opportunity to stuff it full. Grabbing her head, the man pushed himself to the back of her throat and held himself there. There was a slightly sweaty aroma to him that Laura didn't find in the least unpleasant. She heard a deep moan issue from his throat as she moved her mouth to settle around him more comfortably. All thoughts of resistance left her head. 

Jim had begun to move slowly inside her pussy again and she was ashamed to find herself more aroused than she'd ever been before. This feeling of being filled up was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Jim's thumb rolling around the sensitive skin of her asshole almost sent her over the edge. Soon the man began to fuck her mouth, slowly at first but gaining momentum with each stroke. The two men's rhythm was completely off as they moved in and out of her and the effect was dizzying. Jim grabbed her hips and pounded away at her with wild abandon. The stranger held her head in big hands and slammed into the back of her throat again and again. Jim came first, filling her up with his cum until it ran down her thighs. Soon after she felt the splash of the stranger's semen in her mouth. It was almost more than she could handle and she found herself struggling not to choke on it. 

The two men settled back away from her, both spent and breathing raggedly. She felt empty and unfulfilled. Frustration and anger began to build inside her as the thought they were just going to use her without giving anything back entered her mind. The earlier orgasm had all but been forgotten. Jim, seeing the stormy look settling over her face, smiled and kissed her lightly. 

"We won't leave you hanging darlin'. Will we mister?" he reassured her with a look at the man across the car.

"Oh hell no. I'm just waiting on the chance to get my mouth on that sweet looking cunt." 

Laura felt slight revulsion at the thought of the stranger between her legs licking up her husband's cum. He pulled up his pants and knelt down on the ground beside the car. Jim helped her turn around. The man hoisted each of her legs over his shoulders and pulled her up to his mouth. Slowly and deliberately, he licked all the traces of Jim's cum from her. Again, Laura felt shock at her response to something that she would otherwise consider repulsive. She could feel her juices began to build again. 

Jim bent over her and took her nipples into his mouth, one-by-one. He licked and caressed them with all the attention and gentleness that the stranger was paying to her cunt. Her already humming body demanded more and she pushed herself into the man's face hungrily. He took the cue and drug his teeth lightly over her clit. She called out in response. Jim began nipping at her nipples with his teeth, creating a painful but welcome friction. Laura was amazed by the man's abilities. She'd always thought that Jim ate her pussy well but it was never anything close to what was happening now. Her fingers, toes, legs, and arms started to tingle. His mouth tortured her until she was clawing at the seat beneath her, begging for release. Just when she was ready to plant her feet on his shoulders and push him away, he gave into her. Jim bit down painfully on her nipple and twisted the other as hard as he could. The stranger pulled her aching clit hard into his mouth and sucked as hard and as fast as he could. The effect had her out of her mind with sensation. His fingers dug into her ass as she bucked against his mouth with an orgasm that she never imagined possible.

Without a word, the stranger settled her back down gently on the seat and rose from the ground. She watched him with wide, dazed eyes. He smiled at her and nodded once at Jim before buttoning his pants and walking away. As the sound of his pickup engine roaring to life, she closed her eyes in disbelief at what had just transpired. Jim settled back on the seat and stroked her hair in silence.



Road Trip



All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives".

With a sharp intake of breath, I looked down at Steph's head in my lap. Yep, her index finger just stroked the tip of my cock through my trousers. Oh shit, what do I do? I looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the sweet, sleeping faces of my daughter Amanda, and her sorority sister, Jess.

Before I document my impending spiral into the pits of a Heironymus Bosch-like Hell, let me lay out a little background info.

I'm a recently divorced father of an 18 year old daughter who came home from her freshman year of college with the plan to road trip from our home in southern Wisconsin all the way to Destin, Florida. Amanda's plan involved her two best friends and college sorority sisters, Stephanie and Jessica; a rental car, and driving straight through – about 14-16 hours.

Needless to say, I was a bit nervous about this scheme. The first thing that popped into my head was that all three of these girls were stunningly beautiful. Amanda takes after her mother, with dark brown wavy hair, big, smoky brown eyes, and olive skin indicative of her half Mexican heritage. Perky tits and a tight, small ass on her tiny 5' 2" frame round out her physical attributes, which I can't help but notice, even being her father.

Jessica is the edgy one. Spiky-haired, bottle blonde, Jess wears lots of eye-liner and short, short mini skirts. Her breasts are magnificent, about a 36D, and she rarely wears a bra, leaving her incredibly sensitive nipples on display for all to see.

Finally, there is Stephanie. Steph was a late bloomer. Tall and leggy, she is all gangly elbows and knees. With her glasses on, her hair pulled back into a pony tail, and a mouthful of shiny braces, Steph looks about fifteen, yet on her eighteenth birthday she recently showed me her brand new driver's license, proving her age.

Steph has the kind of coltish beauty that has to be seen to be appreciated. She snorts when she laughs, she has a tendency to knock things over and trip over her own two feet, but she was also state high jump champion three years running in high school. On the night of their senior prom the three got together at my house, and when I saw Steph, my mouth fell open and my tongue hit the floor. With makeup on her pretty face, contact lenses, and wearing a gorgeous full length emerald green evening gown, Steph looked like a fashion model. Her legs go up to her armpits, and her dimples show and her green eyes sparkle when she laughs, which is often.

So, when Amanda approached me with their plan to head to Florida for a week all I could think of were the thousands of college boys all trying to get my little girl's pants off so they could fuck her silly.

Somehow I wound up being chaperone, chauffer, and visa card all rolled into one.

We left at 5pm, planning on driving all night and arriving at our rented condo sometime in the late morning of the next day. My job was to drive the big SUV while the girls listened to ipods, watched movies on the DVD system, and giggled incessantly throughout the ride.

At about eleven pm or so, the girls got sleepy. Amanda and Jess had the rear seat tilted back, pillows pressed up against the windows, headphones on, slumbering peacefully.

Steph was up front with me. She was leaned over against the inside of the car door, reading a Dean Koontz novel illuminated by a little pen light. 

After about thirty minutes or so, she yawned sleepily, stretched, and set her book in the inside door pocket. She spent a few minutes tossing and turning, then leaned towards me and with a pretty scowl on her face, whispered, "I can't sleep – I'm uncomfortable."

She tried a few new positions, which only caused her gray sweat pants to ride up into the cheeks of her ass (she didn't appear to be wearing panties, I guiltily noticed), and finally she poked out her bottom lip in a fierce pout and quietly said, "Can I lay my head in your lap?"

"Uh, um, sure. That'd be ok. Here, let me adjust the steering wheel and move the seat back a bit to give you some room."

Steph placed her soft, white pillow on my right thigh, and sighed as she laid her head down.

"Mmmm, that's perfect, thanks so much. Maybe now I can sleep."

As her breathing slowed, I felt her hand move under her pillow to rest on the upper portion of my thigh. I sucked in my breath and felt the unmistakable stirrings of my loins.

I'm not huge in the male anatomy department, but I'm not small either, and my member was, unfortunately, pointing down my right leg. As I felt it grow, it inched its way down my leg towards her index finger.

Great, I thought, I had to pick loose boxers and khakis to wear while I drove. Should I try to adjust? What if she wakes up to find me with my hand down my pants?! Should I wake her up and tell her I need to shift myself? No fucking way. She'd know I was sporting a massive hard-on.

As these thoughts passed through my mind, my traitorous cock made its inexorable way down my leg, as if it had an appointment with Steph's hand.

She mumbled something incoherent, and her hand moved up slightly and her palm passed over the head of my turgid manhood. In her sleep, she squeezed what she thought was my thigh, but was actually the shaft of my dick. I groaned and humped back a bit -- it was like my body had a mind of its own.

With my stirring, Steph shifted slightly and her hand left my groin area. I sighed in relief, yet part of me was actually kind of hoping she was awake and intentionally taunting me.

Resuming my attention to the road, with one hand on the wheel and my right hand resting on Steph's shoulder, I tried to banish the lascivious thoughts from my head.

I heard a soft slurping sound and looked down to see Steph quietly suckling on her own right thumb. She was cutely sucking it right down to the palm, and I could see her tongue moving inside her mouth back and forth. 

Oh great, here I go again with the erection. She was undeniably cute, with her pony tail and glasses (which, for some reason she was still wearing) and her hand at her mouth, yet my perverted mind was once again careening down the path toward damnation.

What the fuck, I thought. Here goes nothing. I adroitly slipped her thumb out of her mouth and replaced it with my own. She fussed for a second or two, but then resumed in her suckling. I could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of my thumb, rubbing back and forth. She made a little mewling mmmph, mmmph sound and sighed contentedly.

My erection sprung back to life where it lay, just inches below Steph's sucking mouth, separated by a mere few inches of pillow. I could almost hear my cock screaming "Put me in there, you dumbass! If she'll suck your thumb, she'll really like sucking on me!!" 

I looked up in the mirror, but nothing had changed with my charges in the back seat. Amanda was snoring softly, and Jess had her eyes closed, her music droning quietly in her ears.

Steph had picked up her suckling speed and her little mouth was actually moving up and down on my thumb, as if she were giving a blow job in her sleep. 

I think what did it for me was the little moan she made, and the trickle of saliva that ran out of her mouth and down her cheek onto the pillow. Her mouth was so wet and hot, and she was soooo into sucking. If she could be sucking my thumb like this, why not my hard on?

Fuck me, I'm really going to do this. I pulled my thumb out and replaced it with her own. She continued to sleep/suck as if nothing had changed. 

I glanced up in the mirror and reached down with one hand and quietly unbuttoned my trousers and then slowly pulled the zipper down. Reaching into my slacks, through the flap in my boxers, I pulled my cock out with my left hand and stroked it a few times. It was rock hard, angry red at the tip and hot to the touch. 

I pushed Steph's pillow a little to the side and shifted her head slightly so that her thumb sucking mouth was a few inches from the head of my dick.

Thank God for cruise control, I thought, as I steered with my knees and prepared to make the switch.

In one swift motion I pulled her thumb out with my right hand and slid the head of my cock in her mouth with my left. She made a soft mmmph sound and her right hand, thumb wet with saliva, tried to find its way back into her mouth but was blocked. I gently placed her thumb and index fingers around the base of my cock and waited for her to wake up and start screaming.

Instead she settled down and her tongue started working its magic on my sensitive head and shaft. Her hand gripped me tightly as she mewled around the mouthful of cock and contentedly resumed her sucking.

Her tongue stroked my frenulum, and the head of my cock grew in size. Hot saliva drooled out the corner of her mouth and she made soft, wet sucking sounds as she ministered to my mushroom head.

Her entire right hand circled my shaft, leaving just a few inches of cock and head, which her mouth suckled insistently. I groaned and humped upward slightly, arching my back.

Looking into the mirror, I saw Jess's eyes open momentarily, and we locked gazes for a few agonizing moments. I waited for her to mouth the words "what the fuck?!!," but she just smiled at me dreamily and her heavy lids closed again.

Amanda slept on, blissfully unaware that her father was in the process of orally molesting her best friend. 

Steph's urgent sucking was beginning to get to me, and I realized that I had not thought about what to do when I came. Should I just shoot it into her mouth and hope she swallows it all and continues sleeping? Fuck! As my mind wrapped itself around this question, Steph began working more and more cock into her mouth.

Her tongue was now working frantically, and she had somehow buried the fat, purple head of my cock deep into her mouth, all the way into the entrance of her throat. Her throat muscles were clenching and unclenching in conjunction with her suckling tongue, building me closer and closer to an impending orgasm of gargantuan proportions.

I groaned and pressed myself up, deeper into her mouth, half expecting her to gag and come awake, sputtering and crying in confusion, but she simply redoubled her efforts and even started moving her mouth back and forth a little.

She must be dreaming she's giving her boyfriend a blow job. Or maybe she's giving Brad Pitt a blow job, who the fuck knows. All I know is that it's driving me crazeeeeee.

I could feel the tingle start from the tips of my toes, travel up my legs to my thighs and into my heavy balls. Sensing the orgasm soon to happen, my cock swelled to an even larger size and I began humping myself into her greedily sucking mouth.

As if sensing that this was definitely not her thumb, her tongue swirled around the cockhead in her mouth and her hand began squeezing and pumping the base of my shaft.

At the first volcanic gush of cum, her mouth buried itself deeply over my cock, my sensitive head pushed back against the back of her throat, which sucked spasmodically.

I let out a sigh and a groan and my eyes traveled to the mirror to see Jess staring at me quizzically. Fuck me! Bad timing, I thought. Oh well, fuck it. Maybe she thinks my back is sore.

I pulsed once, twice, three times, each fountain sucked down Steph's throat like she was drinking a milkshake through a straw. Her tongue continued suckling, her throat worked convulsively and her hand squeezed my shaft deliciously. Her mouth popped off my cock and a small bubble of cum erupted out of my purple head. Her tongue slurped around the crown and lapped up the cum, while she softly mewled contentedly. 

Down went her mouth, sucking me deeply into her throat, swallowing what little was left of my sperm. Her tongue began suckling again and in her sleep she smiled around my cock shaft. I could see pearl white strings of cum caught in her braces, and her continued ministrations made my toes curl almost painfully.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth with a soft "pop" and quickly replaced it with her thumb. She sighed and burrowed down into her pillow and her breathing evened out.

Looking into the mirror to see if I was busted, I saw that Jess was slumped over, apparently asleep. Amanda too was blissfully unaware, and was still snoring softly.

****

An hour later I pulled into a quickie mart to fuel up and refill my coffee. I gently shook Steph's shoulder, expecting the worse. She groggily straightened up and scrunched up her face and made a "smack, smack" sound with her mouth. 

"I need to go in and get something to drink," she sleepily whispered. "I feel like I have a tennis ball in my mouth."

She covered her braces with the back of her hand and arched her back and stretched and yawned. I admired her perky titties, with erect nipples pushing out through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Looking up, I realized I had been busted, as she was smiling shyly at me and turned bright red when she looked down and saw her party hats.

"Be right back," she said as she slipped out of the car. At the sound of the door opening, Amanda and Jess woke up and after a few minutes all three headed into the store.

After fueling up and refilling my coffee cup from my handy thermos, I watched as all three beautiful girls came out of the market, giggling and jostling each other.

Jess snickered and came around to get into her side of the car, but Amanda climbed in the front passenger seat next to me. She leaned over, looked me in the eyes and whispered, 

"My turn to lay with my head in your lap, okay, Daddy?"

The End



Road Trip



She had been really worried at first, but the phone call she just got on her cell phone had put her at ease now. A warm feeling of relief overwhelmed her as she drove down the wet rainy road. She had been traveling for hours now and it was about time to pull over and find a nice hotel with a warm comfortable bed she could climb into. She had hoped to drive straight through, but now that the emergency had passed she needed to stop for awhile. And she was looking forward to a hot shower and to change out of her t-shirt and shorts. She had always traveled in t-shirts and shorts for the comfort but always limited her public stops since no bra was also part of the usual traveling wardrobe. 

She saw a dim light in the distance and hoped that was a hotel with vacancies. As she approached, she recognized it as such and pulled in. It was one of those chain hotels with bargain basement prices, just low enough to not afford awnings for late night customers to use in the rain. She parked as close as she could to the main office but was still some twenty yards away. She exited her car and ran across the parking lot to the swinging doors of the office. Water splashing with each step she took, it seemed an eternity. As she entered the office, she was dripping water from every part of her body.

Looking up at the young desk clerk behind the counter, "Some rain isn't it?". She noticed he couldn't have been more than twenty-five or so. Handsome in an odd way, but friendly and that is all she cared about now.

"Yes Mam. Been going like that for hours." he replied and reached under the counter and produced a white linen towel.

Taking the towel and realizing that her white t-shirt and shorts had become quite transparent from the rain, she blushed and thanked the young man. She quickly wrapped the towel around her and advanced to the counter. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly asked for a room and proceeded to check in. 

"And if you need anything," the clerk said as he dangled the keys almost teasingly, "and I do mean anything. You just let Chris know. OK?". 

Stunned, she grasped the keys and quickly made her way to the elevator. As she approached the stainless steel elevator doors, she noticed the clerk, Chris watching her to the elevator. When the door opened, she stole a quick glance over her shoulder upon entering and could still see his admiring gazes.

Feeling flattered, and half laughing it off, she spoke aloud, "Rita, he is young enough to be your kid." She watched as the floor number lit up for the second floor and heard the ding as the doors opened.

The doors opened and a long hallway with doors on each side stretched in front of her. She looked at the room key and saw her room was 216. She walked down the corridor and checking doors and finally found hers and entered.

She quickly stripped out of her t-shirt, shorts, and panties and got into the shower. She stood under the warm water and sighed loudly as if the water was washing away the stress from that day. They had called this morning saying her sister was in the hospital so she had started the day in a panic. But with the earlier call, she knew her sister was stable and would be ok. But she still wanted to continue the trip home for a visit anyway. She hadn't been back home in several years, work and children always kept her from going back as often as she would have wanted. But today was different. The children were being supervised by their father who had taken a couple days off work. They would enjoy the next couple of days and Rita knew she would relish in the relinquishing of responsibility.

Looking at the night table, she saw the complimentary alarm clock had nine o'clock. The night was early and since she was dressed so casually on the road, she had not stopped for dinner. She picked up the phone and instantly heard the clerk, Chris from downstairs.

"Yes, Mam. I was hoping you would call." he relayed in an energetic yet cocky tone.

"I was wondering if there was any restaurants open this late in town?"

"Well, the hotel bar serves some items, but I don't know if you would call that food..." he said in a joking manner.

"That will have to do, where is the bar, I didn't see it on my way in?" Rita asked.

"There is a hallway past the desk, come down and I will walk you back there." he offered.

Rita took a minute to check herself in the mirror. She paused for a moment and wondered if she was just making sure she was presentable or was she making sure she looked attractive for the young clerk. She laughed at the thought. She had been a dedicated mother and wife for twenty years and never had even thought of an affair. She gathered her purse and made her way down to the lobby.

The elevator door opened and Chris was amazed at the woman he saw standing there. She wore simple blue jeans but they were quite tight fitting and her shirt was a low cut blouse with a hint of cleavage. He cleared his throat and approached Rita as she exited the elevator.

"Wow. You look wonderful." he said unabashed.

"Oh stop. I know you are just flattering an old woman. But thank you though."

"No Mam," Chris relayed with a glint in his eye, "I am serious, you are very beautiful."

"Well thank you," Rita retorted as her face began to flush showing her embarrassment.

"Oh, the bar is this way." he pointed down the hall and extended his arm to escort her as a gentleman would.

Taking his arm, Rita followed him down a long corridor past the laundry room and the indoor pool. All the while, Chris was giving her the tour and pointing out the various rooms and features of the hotel.

Once they entered the stained glass doors, she could see a long dimly lit bar stretching the length of the small club. She could see a couple of tables and a couple of pool tables. By all appearances, it could have been anyone's small home town bar. She nodded her approval and Chris excused himself back to his desk. As Rita entered, she could see there was only one or two couples and a few odd men scattered about. Obviously the rain was hurting the normal patronage. But she was here to eat, not socialize. She took a seat in the middle of the room length bar. 

"Can I help you honey?" came the voice of the lady behind the bar. She was a lovely woman probably in her early thirties and wearing a black tank top with a mini skirt. She had blonde hair, but not naturally, and green eyes and she was medium build.

"What do you have to eat here?" came Rita's inquiry.

The bartender turned and provided her with a small cocktail napkin sized menu. Most of the items appeared to be things that they possibly just microwaved straight out of the freezer. But she was starved and ordered a sandwich and since she was relishing in being child and husband free, she added a Rum and Coke. A few minutes later, the bartender returned with a sandwich and potato chips and her drink. Rita did not normally drink anything except the occasional glass of wine. But after the drama of the day and then the relief, she felt she deserved something. 

She enjoyed her sandwich as she looked around at the bar in the mirror behind the bartender. From this vantage point, she could see the young couple dancing to the canned music that was piped in. Another couple, closer to middle age, sat in a booth and was whispering to each other. She could see a couple of businessmen apparently having several too many drinks. And another young man at the far end of the bar that was simply looking around the room. She noticed his rugged chin and once when they had made eye contact, she noticed his white smile. She finished her Rum and Coke and the bartender was already there with her replacement.

She continued to listen to the music, they were now piping in 80s music and she simply loved hearing those old songs of her younger days. She had several more drinks and was feeling quite relaxed. She apparently had begun swaying to the music on the barstool and had almost lost her balance several times. 

"Would you like to dance?" she heard a deep voice from behind her.

She looked up in the mirror quickly and saw the man that had been at the end of the bar was now standing behind her smiling at her in the mirror.

"Why not?" she said as she turned and stood up. As she came to her feet, she had staggered a bit and the man caught her. She could feel his strong arms and she gazed up into his dark eyes and smiled. They walked to a small clearing and began to dance. The song was a slow one but Rita could not quite place the name, though she had heard it before. As they danced, she could feel that he had large arms and chest. He seemed to be in great shape and her mind danced around images of him without clothes. The song ended and they returned to her drink at the bar. The bartender had moved the man's drink to the seat next to Rita's. They sat down and after a moment Rita broke the silence.

"So, what is your name."

"James, James Dannon, but my friends call me JD." the man said as he took a drink from what appeared to be scotch.

"Rita, my name is Rita. It is nice to meet you." She said as she moved her hand to shake his.

"And should we be expecting Mr. Rita." JD said as he motioned to her wedding band.

"Oh, no. He is back home with the kids. I am going back home to visit." Rita said as she realized that she had her hand lying on his thigh. She knew she should move her hand but she could not bring herself to it. JD did not seem to mind or even notice and they made several minutes of small talk and several refills.

JD was also staying at the hotel and his company had rented him a suite with separate bedroom and living area and his room also sported a hot tub. They talked for several minutes about the amenities of various hotels and the things they like or disliked about some of the major chains.

"Well, if you would like, you could come up to my room and use the hot tub," JD started, "I mean it is there and I would hate for no one to use it."

"Oh I couldn't." Rita relayed, flattered at the offer but knowing that would not be an acceptable thing to do for a wife and mother. Even though JD seemed the perfect gentleman and she felt he would not take advantage, she knew that people talk and if her husband ever heard he would think the worse.

They talked for several more minutes and then Rita broke the silence, "I would like to see the hot tub though. I have always heard about them but have never actually seen one in real life." 

"Well let us not delay." JD said as he stood and motioned for the bartender to come over. JD paid for both tabs and even talked the bartender into giving up a bottle of rum to go. Rita, JD, and the bottle of rum left the bar and staggered to the elevator. Passing Chris in the lobby, Rita winked and giggled as JD helped her steady herself. As she would stagger, her blouse would open slightly and Chris was enjoying the view this afforded him. As they were entering the elevator, JD looked back at Chris and gave him a nod as if some unspoken message had been sent between the two men.

Once they arrived at the room door, JD fumbled for his key. As he did so, Rita leaned heavily into him and they tumbled to the floor in the small corridor. Laughter broke out as they laid upon the floor looking at each other. Rita slowly leaned into JD and kissed him and quickly retreated. They laughed and stumbled to their feet. JD keyed the door and it opened for them to enter.

"Here it is." JD motioned to the hot tub.

Rita walked over and ran her hand through the bubbling warm water. "I bet that feels great to soak in." She relayed.

"Why don't you get in and try it out?" JD offered.

"Oh I couldn't" she replied coyly.

"Ah, go ahead. Who is gonna' know. It is just you and me here." JD said in a convincing tone.

"No, I have nothing to wear. I didn't bring a bathing suit or anything."

"Well dear, most people don't wear clothes in hot tubs anyway." JD said with a hint of laughter.

"Oh no. I could not. I .... uh....." she mumbled as if tripping over the words in her mind.

"Nonsense, if it makes you feel any better, I will take off my clothes and get in. That way you won't be the only one naked." JD offered half-jokingly.

She did not know why but his suggestion seemed to make sense to her in her drunken state. "OK, but only because it is just us. God if my husband were to ever find out...." she let the thought linger in the air.

JD began unbuttoning his shirt and Rita could see that her first impression was correct and JD was quite a built man after all. Once his shirt was removed, he unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. Rita's eyes ogled JD from top to bottom as she was really quite turned on at this point. Once JD removed his underwear, he approached Rita and began to lift up her t-shirt. As he pulled it up and over her head, his lips met hers and they lingered in a long deep kiss.

Rita began to unbutton and remove her pants and as she did so allowed her hands to roam over JD's hard physique. She made semi-circles with her hands across his chest downward to his abdomen. She traced around his back giving a good squeeze to his firm buttocks. At this JD heard a slight moan escape Rita's lips and he quickly initiated another long deep kiss more passionate than the one before. They stood naked in only the moonlight as the steam from the hot tub caressed their bodies.

JD held Rita's hand as she stepped up and into the hot tub. She settled into the water and turned to face JD as he got in. As JD started to step down into the hot tub, just as she caught her first eye level sight of his manhood, she could not restrain herself anymore. She grasped his member in her hand tightly and began to trace the head with her tongue. Plunging it deep into her throat, she moved in and out on this stranger's cock. 

She alternated between plunging it deep within her mouth and with licking his underside as her hands stroked his ever enlarging cock. After several moments, JD held her back and entered the hot tub. Once in, he guided himself between Rita's legs and face to face with her. He leaned in with another passionate kiss as she felt his large cock enter her wanting pussy. He felt so large, and so good in the warm bubbling water. It went in easily illustrating how excited and wet she was. He began slowly pulling all out but the head and then plunging deeply into her, over and over. Each thrust seemed to go deeper and deeper and Rita could feel her climax building. She began to meet his thrusts and as if he sensed her arousal, began thrusting harder within her. After several moments, she clutched him tightly and he felt her legs wrap around him. Her spasm began slowly but accelerated into a screaming orgasm like she had not felt in years.

Once her spasms subsided somewhat, JD began pumping once more. His pace was almost frantic as they kissed passionately with each thrust of his throbbing cock inside of her. After a couple of moments, his pace quickened even more and Rita knew what was coming next.

"I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you inside me, all of you." she whispered as he pumped in and out at a feverish pace now.

Just as she finished whispering, JD plunged his cock deeper than before and held still as he pumped his load into her wanting pussy. Rita immediately began to orgasm at the feel of this stranger leaving his load. They spasmed in each others arms in the moonlight for several moments.

Then without a word, Rita stands up and exits the hot tub. She pulls her jeans back on, places her panties into her front pocket, and pulls on her t-shirt. Without a word, she opens the front door and exits leaving JD still lying in the hot tub.

She returned to her room. Once inside, she leans back against the door and rolls her eyes. She smiles at the remembrance of the past few minutes. As she leans against the door, she hears a knock behind her on the door.

Startled, she pushes herself away from the door and looks through the small peep hole most of these hotels have. She could make out Chris the clerk in the hallway outside. She opens the door slightly to look out and he anxiously approaches the door.

"Wanted to check on you and see if you needed anything before I leave for the night" he relayed through the tiny crack Rita had opened in the door.

"Oh, what the hell?" Rita spoke aloud as she opened the door and pulled the young man inside.

"Yes, there is one thing before you leave." she said as she shut the door behind him.

Without a word, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. One hand squeezing the young man's ass as the other unzips his work slacks. She removed his growing cock and began to lick and caress it. She traced her tongue down the length of his shaft and down his balls. She then traced a path back up to the tip of his shaft before plunging it deep within her mouth. She repeated this over and over for the next few minutes. As Chris began to tense up, she felt his excitement and quickened her pace. 

In silence, Chris clenched and she felt his warm fluid flowing into her like a mighty river. She took all she could until his flow had passed. She licked him for several moments and still in silence replaced his cock and zipped him back up. She stood up and guided the exhausted young man out the door and closed it behind him.

She leaned back against the door again and mused at tonight's activities. She half-hearted wondered if that pretty bartender would still be working, but then decided not to go check. She had thrown caution to the wind, but tomorrow was another day and hopefully another adventure.



Road Trip



"I'll be keeping track of you," he told me, kissing my brow.

I pressed softly toward his lips, focusing on the warmth of his breath as it rushed from his nose. Knowing what I was doing was how he assured me he would miss me.

His arms snaked around my neck, draping heavily on my shoulders. Smartly unfastening my collar, he tightened it just a moment before pulling it from my throat. He eyed me as I watched my beloved adornment fall away.

"Go. I understand."

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I turned toward the door, grabbing my keys from the table as he placed my collar in its resting spot. I would be returning to it in a week, but I was certain it would feel longer.

That didn't even compare to how agonizing it would be without him. He was my rock, my tower, my sanity. Leaving the safety and control of his arms for the tumultuous emotions wrapped around my family was not pleasant.

"Wait," he said, and I froze with my hand on the doorknob. "Widen."

Instinctively, I clasped my hands behind my back and spread my legs, casting my face downward. From behind me, I heard him retrieve something from his desk, and then kneel behind me. I tried not to react as I felt my skirt being lifted from behind me.

I felt naked without my collar, though I was fully clothed. All thoughts left my head, though, as I heard a buzzing sound between my feet. He pressed a small egg-shaped vibrator against my ankle, then slid it slowly up my inseam. Instantly, I felt myself moisten, eager to welcome the new toy.

Master didn't disappoint. He was standing behind me now, bent close to my back as he stretched to fit the egg between my thighs. "You may not remove this until instructed. You must be available to speak on the phone with me every night at 11 p.m. And," he nudged my ear affectionately and whispered, "miss me."

And with that, he bit down on my ear and shoved the egg gently into me. My eyes fluttered, but I remained focused on a bit of fuzz clinging to the door in front of me. "Go," he told me again, pushing me forward.

It was still buzzing slowly, but I was fine for the walk to the car. I slid into the seat, gasping as the egg repositioned within me. It was early, not quite sunrise, so if I drifted on the highway, it would be okay. Oh, he knew how to send me off right!  

Focusing on the map, I did my best to ignore the thrumming sensation. After half an hour, I had grown accustomed to it. But if I let my mind wander, it immediately sent shivers of pleasure through me. I especially couldn't think of him, it sent me near orgasm.

The phone rang, shattering my concentration. I gasped as pleasure gripped me again. It was him. Putting the headset on, I breathlessly answered, "Yes, Sir?"

"Have you cum yourself yet?"

I took in a shuddering breath. "No, Sir."

There was a purr to his voice, "Very good. I can see our training has served you well."

"Yes...yes, Sir." I stuttered, trying to keep myself on the road.

He took a deep breath. I imagined him sitting in his favorite chair, the throne I worshipped him upon, and hoped he was hard with arousal. I could almost see him slowly stroking himself through his pants. I could practically feel his probing stare upon my pale, writhing form.

"Your glove box contains the remote to that stunning little device I planted inside you. I would like you to hold it."

I found it placed on top of everything else, thankful that he didn't make me dig for it.

"I have it, Sir."

"Turn the knob to the second setting." I saw five numbers and a small "O" set on the remote. It was set on "1."

I turned the knob, drawing in a sharp breath. The thrumming within me increased in intensity. He asked, "Do you like that?"

"Ohhh, yes, Sir." I dropped to 50 miles per hour and made sure no one was behind me. 

I heard him take a breath, and the rustle of clothing being undone. Was he gripping himself? Did he realize how badly I wished to be there at his feet to service him? 

"Good girl. Now, I have a question for you. Of all the times we have been together, what was your favorite?"

Oh, I could barely drive straight, let alone think straight! He must have known I would have trouble handling all of this. I considered using our safe word, but felt as if this was a different kind of test. 

His question was glorious. It sent my head spinning as I reviewed the many times we'd spent together. How could I pick a favorite?

"Too long, pet. Now answer me." I could tell he had gripped himself as he chastised me.

"The night you presented me with my collar," I gasped. Reliving the night was going to send me over the edge, but I couldn't hold back. He had bought me an amazing black dress, taken me out in a limo, bought me drinks and dinner. His hand was always touching me, caressing me, gripping me. While we were driven around town, I had kneeled at his feet and rested my head on his thigh. He stroked and scratched my neck, brushed me with ice, tugged at my hair. On our way home, he had removed my jewelry, tore my dress away, and demanded that I close my eyes. 

Then I felt the cool, soft suede inside of a collar tighten around my throat. "You are mine as long as you continue to wear this in my presence. Only when we are totally alone, of course. Will you submit to this?"

I had replied with an amazed "Yes, Sir!" That night we made violent love, where every choked breath was precious, every bruise and tug and strike was him claiming his territory, and the sounds that ripped from my throat were part laughter, part pain. 

Just thinking of that night sent me nearer to orgasm. I could feel my precum soaking through my skirt, settling on my car seat. He spoke, but I missed it. I waited.

"Did you hear me?"

"No, Sir. I am sorry."

"I was about to relieve you, but instead, you must move to the third setting. Now."

My hand trembled around the tiny device. Why couldn't I grow numb to it? Surely the vibrations couldn't get stronger?

I turned to "3" and the movement stopped.

Then resumed even stronger.

Then it stopped again.

I moaned, realizing the rhythmic pulsing was even more disrupting.

He acknowledged my anguish. "Yes, pet, I know you must be suffering exquisitely. I cannot be there to punish you, but let us try this. For not paying attention, what kind of punishment do you deserve?"

I reviewed in my head. What kind of punishment could he possibly give me from far away? I picked my favorite, wondering what he would do with it. "Spanking, Sir. Seven hits."

Over the phone I heard him reposition himself. A car horn blared from his end of the phone. It was almost time for the morning rush, but I was cruising down an abandoned stretch of road. "Spanking, pet? You do so enjoy that, don't you?"

I imagined him planting my head against the table by pushing down the base of my neck, exposed and eager for his punishment. In my mind, his naked muscles bunched and glided beneath his skin, one hand keeping me from squirming and the other rearing backward for the strike.

Then I heard a slapping noise. I gasped. He had made a noise on his end of the phone, as though he were administering the punishment. "Thank you, Sir," I breathed automatically.

"Good girl." The noise sounded again. I moaned, wishing he were really striking me. He finished punishing me silently while I fought the urge to flinch each time the noise sounded. He might as well have been there, I delved into the pain so easily. 

"Now, turn the remote to four."

The slow on/off sensation increased in intensity, feeling like a deep, methodical fuck. I veered to the right, realizing I had wandered into the left lane. "Pet, do you remember what it is like to have me inside you?"

"Yes, Sir. It's like fulfilling my reason for being, like being the most of myself."

"Very good. Now, imagine I am there, that I am pressing my cock against your lower lips, wetting the tip with your juice. Would you allow me inside of you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Would you beg me?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

"Please what, pet?"

I bit my lip. My hips were quivering with unbelievable anticipation. "Sir, please, dive into me. Fill me with your dick, please. Please, pound into me and keep doing it again and again and again. Please make me cum!" I gripped the steering wheel passionately.

"As you wish. I am parting you, slowly pressing against the opening...Now!"

I imagined him impaling me with his shaft, and inhaled sharply. Would he settle as deep as he could before he began, as he usually did? I exhaled and let the vibrations against my g-spot take me over, imagining he was bringing in the pleasure with each thrust.

"My pet, I can hear your breathing. Tell me you're all right."

"Yes Sir, but I'm losing control."

"Good. Your torment is almost over. Turn the setting to five."

I obeyed. The most violent, uninterrupted humming echoed around my sex. A shuddering moan rose from my throat.

"Good girl. You may reach in and pull out the egg, then press it against your clitoris. You may make noise if you like."

I pulled my skirt up, slid back in my seat and plucked the egg out by a small wire. I laid my hand flat against it and pressed it to my already throbbing clit. I gasped and moaned, allowing low laughs to escape me.

"Yes, my pet. Now you may allow yourself to cum. Be as loud as you like."

Oh, I pushed the egg hard against my bud, wishing it were his cock, wishing I were as filled as I desired. I heard him breathing erratically and knew he was tugging heartily at his cock, his fingers slick with lube and his muscles working frantically all over his body.

I reached the crest of another wave of pleasure, but balanced upon it instead of shying away. I rotated the egg around my clit, faster and faster, moaning and gasping and then—augh! I screamed softly as I spurted nectar onto my seat. "Holy shit!"

His grunting echoed in my head. He always waited until I came. "Please, Sir," I whispered, "Please cum for me, I wish I was there to taste it, thank you for this. Thank you for all of it."

He gasped as his own nectar escaped him. I imagined him languidly collapsing into his chair.

"Good, pet. But now there's a mess to clean."

"I would clean it if I could, Master."

"Then stop your car."

"I'm sorry, Sir?"

His voice instantly changed from placid to stern. "Stop your car. Now."

I hit the brake, pulling off the road into the shade of the dense trees by the highway. No way, had he followed me?

And then there he was in the rearview mirror. His truck drew nearer. He stopped right behind my car and got out of the vehicle. I heard the tone of my headset and knew he had hung up the phone. 

The crunch of gravel sounded like clanging tambourines as the world contracted to just him and me. He opened my car door. My hand was still buried in my crotch, the vibrator buzzing wildly. He grabbed it and threw it into the woods, then took my hand. His other hand approached my face. Glistening white fluid was plastered to it. His eyes bored into mine.

"May I, Sir?" He nodded imperceptibly. I gingerly took his hand and cleaned his hand, tasting his sweat and his cum and his love. As I sucked on his thumb, he tightened his fist around my jaw.

"You may not go without me. It is time I met the people you came from."

"Anything you want, Sir."

"Good girl." He released my face, burying his hand in my hair. He gripped a fistful and pulled my head back, then pressed his lips hard over mine. His lips parted and he probed my mouth with his tongue. I moaned as he pressed me against the cool metal of my car. 

"Let's go. We will return for your car later."

"Yes, Sir."

He released me and snatched my things from the backseat. I turned off the car and locked the doors as cars whizzed past, on their way to different destinations. But for me, the journey wasn't so important. It was the travel companion that I had chosen. He had chosen me, as well. I was honored to be his.

When I got to his truck, he opened the passenger side door for me. There, on the seat, was my collar. I turned to face him.

"I'm still yours," I told him.

A smile played across his face, then hardened. He reached down and grabbed it, then tightened it around my throat. "You forgot to call me 'Sir.' You're in trouble now."



Road Trip



 by c.w. cobblestone and cuckytoher



The bus bounced wildly along the road, lurching at every turn, causing the passengers to lean hard every time we came to a sharp bend. The sun was almost gone, and the dusky scenery outside the window was a shadowy green blur as we raced past the countryside.

The bus driver must've been in an awful hurry - he was driving way past the speed limit - but I didn't mind. I wanted to get to Colorado as quickly as possible.

None of the other passengers were complaining, either. It had been a long trip from New York. Three days. Three grueling days on a TravelRight bus - and it was my distinct misfortune to be sitting in front of a couple tow-headed little brats who screamed, cried and kicked my seat throughout the entire trip.

The voyage was made even more unpleasant for me by the huge butt-plug that was imbedded deep in my ass. That was Janice's idea. Every time the bus hit a bump, I thought of my wife.

Whenever the bus would sway, it felt like my intestines were being ripped open. But the pain in my rectum didn't matter: I was on my way to see my Janice!

Janice and her lover, Roy, were on vacation in Colorado. They'd left me at home to take care of the chores. And, boy, did they leave me a long list of chores to do! I had to clean the garage, the basement and the gutters; I also had to go to Roy's house and paint his bathroom and living room. On top of all that, I was expected to carry out my normal household duties.

The idea was, they would have a marvelous two weeks skiing in Aspen, and when they got home, every little dirty job they wanted done would be taken care of by yours truly.

But when they got to their hotel, they discovered that they'd forgotten to pack their camera.

So guess who had to bring it to them?

That's right: My wife had the audacity to call me on the phone and order me to hop on a bus and travel nearly 2,000 miles to bring them their lousy camera! Hell, they could've easily just bought another camera - after all, Roy's got money to burn. And the damn bus ticket cost almost as much as the camera!

But they really didn't care about the camera; these are the kind of power-trip games they like to play with me. They keep pushing, it seems, to see how far I'll let them go. So far, they haven't reached my breaking point.

When it comes to Janice, I doubt if I even have a breaking point.

Of course, I didn't object out loud to having to take the camera to them. I'm way too pussywhipped to ever argue with my wife, no matter how unreasonable she's being. About all I could do was keep my mouth shut, and pray that maybe Janice and Roy would allow me to stay with them for the rest of their vacation. But I certainly wasn't holding my breath.

The bus finally pulled into the Aspen station around midnight. As soon as I got off the bus, I found a pay phone and called my wife's hotel room. I had to call collect - I didn't have a dime to my name.

After about 10 rings, the operator clicked back on the line and told me the call didn't go through. I kept trying every couple minutes, but each time it was the same result: No answer.

I wandered through the bus terminal for awhile, but walking was uncomfortable because of the butt plug in my ass. I gingerly took a seat at the rear of the station, feeling totally dejected and alone. I hadn't had a bite to eat since I left home, and I was starving. But my wife had told me not to bring any money with me on the bus: "You don't need money," she told me. "I don't want you stuffing your face with Twinkies at every stop - you're disgusting enough already."

"Disgusting." I hear that term of endearment all the time.

I wasn't always this fat. In fact, when I first married Janice, I was actually in pretty good shape. But as the years began piling up, so did the pounds. Eventually, my wife stopped being attracted to me.

Then she started dating Roy. The rest, as they say, is history.

* * *

My life really started going downhill a few years ago, when I lost my first job as a computer programmer. My company downsized, and left me holding a mortgage and a shitload of other bills. I desperately tried to find a job in my field, but the market had dried up like the Sahara Desert.

Try as I may, I just couldn't find a job. I could tell my wife was starting to lose respect for me. I gained nearly 60 pounds during my time on unemployment, and Janice was constantly berating me about my weight.

"Look at you," she'd say. "You're a fat loser. Nobody wants to hire a fat-ass loser, Harold."

It killed me whenever Janice would talk to me like that, but I would never say a word. I didn't want to start an argument. My wife had always been the dominant one in our marriage, but after I lost my job, she really began taking control of things. It's tough for a man to stand up for himself when he isn't bringing home the bacon.

Finally, after months of fruitless job-hunting, Janice informed me that there was an opening at the bank where she worked. I was happy for a second - until she told me it was a janitor's position.

When I protested that I was too qualified to work as a janitor, my wife was ready with a quick answer:

"It doesn't sound to me like too many people are impressed with your so-called qualifications, Harold," she spat. "If you're so damned qualified, why don't you have a job by now?"

Of course, I applied for the job the next day.

I interviewed with a Mr. Roy Halls, the vice-president of the bank. After a long conversation, Mr. Halls told me I had the job.

"Your wife is one of our best tellers, so you have a good foot in the door right off the bat," he said. "And - if you don't mind my saying so - Janice is...easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean!" He cupped his hands in front of his breasts and smirked. "Harold, your wife is absolutely STACKED! Va-voom!"

"Yes, sir."

It made me seethe inside to hear Mr. Halls talking about my wife like that, but I wisely kept my indignation to myself.

I started my new job a week later. At work, Janice treated me pretty much the same as she treated me at home: As an inferior. From the very first day, she was ordering me around in that disgusted tone of voice she uses when she addresses me. And she would frequently put me down in front of the other tellers.

One day while I was emptying the trash, I heard my wife talking to Karen, the woman at the window next to her.

"Look at him, bent over like that," Janice said. "His ass looks like a beach ball!"

Karen laughed. "Yeah, he is a hefty one," she observed. "Why did you marry him in the first place?"

"Well, it sure as hell wasn't for his money," Janice said. "And it certainly wasn't for the sex!"

I couldn't believe my wife was talking like that right there at work! And that bitch, Karen - who the hell did she think she was?

But, again, I said nothing. I pretended I didn't hear them, and moved on to the next trash can.

Each day, Janice would make me run out to the restaurant to get lunch for her and Karen. After a week or so, the other tellers would put in their orders. Pretty soon, I was the designated "lunch boy" at the bank. Every day, all the tellers and the other office personnel would bark out their orders and I'd write them down and run out and get lunch for everybody.

Mr. Halls must've picked up on the subservient way in which I interacted with my wife, because he started openly flirting with her, right there at the bank. Janice told me he'd always flirted with her a little - but the heavy stuff didn't start until I started working there.

"Roy knew I was married, and he must've just assumed that my husband had a spine," she explained. "But now that he knows you, he can see for himself that you're nothing but a fat-ass coward."

In addition to openly lusting after my wife, Mr. Halls began treating me like shit. One time, he yelled at me in front of all the tellers because I hadn't cleaned the toilets in the men's room good enough. Then he made me go back and do it again. I could see all the other tellers - including Janice - snickering as I dejectedly headed back to the rest room.

I'd only been working at the bank for a few weeks when Janice and Mr. Halls took their first "long lunch" together. They were gone from noon until nearly four.

Now, I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened!

They started taking "long lunches" nearly every day. It became kind of a joke around the bank. "Boy, Janice and Mr. Halls sure have been gone a long time - the service at that restaurant must be mighty slow," was only one of the quips I had to endure.

Nobody at work treated me with respect. The men all thought I was a joke, and the women shared Janice's opinion of me: They thought I was disgusting. Can you blame them? What kind of man stand by and do nothing while another man was fucking his wife, right under his nose?

Eventually, Janice came right out and told me she was having an affair with Roy. Of course, it was no surprise to me, but hearing my wife actually say the words really broke my heart.

"But honey...why?" I asked in anguish.

"Look in the mirror, fat-ass!" was her dry rejoinder.

After Janice's confession, she threw caution to the wind. There was no reason to sneak around anymore, so Roy became a frequent visitor to our house - and my wife's bedroom.

At first, I would vamoose whenever he came over. I'd go to the library, or go catch a movie. But when he started spending the night at our place, I had no choice; I was forced to face him.

I hated the way he would smirk whenever he saw me. Even at work, he'd make snide little remarks, like, "man, Harold you just don't know what you're missing." Roy knew that Janice had stopped letting me make love to her, and he never let me hear the end of it.

"It's tight, Harold," he said one day as he passed me in the hall. "Just thought you might like to know."

"I'm sorry, sir - what was that?" I asked. I knew damn well what he said.

"I said it's tight. T-I-G-H-T!" He made a circle with his thumb and forfinger, and simulated sex with the index finger on his other hand. "Pussy's always best served nice and tight, Harold."

My true wimpy nature was exposed to everyone at that year's company Christmas party. Originally, I wasn't invited, but Roy said I could come along if I did exactly as he said. I promised I would. Maybe I shouldn't have: Roy had me dress in an elf's costume and hang everyone's coat up as they came in the door. Then I had to wait on all the tables and serve drinks all night. Roy told all the employees that I had agreed to work the party as valet, coat room attendant, bartender and waiter for some extra cash. In reality, everyone knew I was doing it for free.

Gradually, Roy began taking control of our lives at home as well. He began helping us pay our bills, and the favor came with some heavy strings attached. Roy had pretty much moved in with us at this point, and he began making all the household decisions. Janice would agree to everything her lover suggested; I was never consulted.

One day, Roy told Janice he wanted her to quit her job.

"I can take care of things financially," he said. "A pretty little thing like you needs to be spending her days shopping, or relaxing - you shouldn't be stuck behind a teller window all day."

So Janice quit her job at the bank and dedicated herself to...herself. She started buying all kinds of expensive clothes - things I could never afford - and she joined the exclusive health club where Roy was a member. They would spend hours at the club, working out and socializing with all the other blue-bloods. Meanwhile, I'd be at the bank, working my ass off, or sitting on my fat ass at home, eating Twinkies by the truckload.

While Janice was allowed to quit her job, I was actually given a longer work schedule. One day, Roy duly informed me that my new hours were from 7:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. - damn near a 12-hour day!

"I'm spending a lot of money around here," he explained. "So you're going to help make up for it by working more hours."

"Besides," my wife added, "if you're working more hours, you won't have time to stuff your face."

So I worked my longer day at the bank, then I'd come home and work some more. By now, my home life pretty much consisted of being Janice and Roy's maid. They constantly had me scurrying around the house, getting things for them.

We settled into a routine: Each day, it seemed, Janice and Roy would do something new to take me further into the abyss of degradation. I could slowly feel my life slipping away. Hell, for awhile there, I hardly ever got to see my own wife naked. I'd taken up permanent residence in the guest room, and I wasn't privvy to Janice's more intimate moments, like showering or dressing.

I would beg my wife and her lover to at least let me watch them make love once in awhile, but Janice always had the same answer: "I don't want to be fucking Roy, and have to look up and see your disgusting fat ass!"

It was Roy who finally relented and began allowing me to participate in their lovemaking. Of course, it wasn't in a way that I'd hoped for: Roy would make me kneel behind him and lick his balls while he fucked my wife doggie-style.

"There's a certain poetic justice about that," he often said. "That's where you belong: Kneeling behind a real man while he fucks the taste out of your wife's mouth. That's about all you're good for."

But through it all, I obeyed. It was because of Janice. I truly loved her and wanted to see her happy.

But I was insanely jealous of Roy. His looks, his money - everything about him was perfect. Not only does the guy look like he just walked off the set of a soap opera, but he pulls in somewhere in the neighborhood of $200,000 a year.

That's why he was able to take a two-week vacation to Aspen at the drop of a hat. Roy is the boss, so he pretty much does whatever he wants to.

When I found out they were going on vacation, I prayed they'd take me with them. I even put in for my vacation time during the same two weeks. But Janice told me a few days before they left that Roy didn't want me hanging around them while they were on their holiday. So that was that.

* * *

I sat there in the bus station for awhile with nothing to do. I saw a newspaper in the trash can, so I dug it out and began perusing it. But I could barely comprehend what I was reading, because I kept staring at the clock. Twelve-thirty. Twelve forty-five. One o'clock. Every 15 minutes or so, I'd get up and try to call Janice and Roy's hotel room again.

Finally, at around 2 a.m., my wife picked up the phone and accepted the charges.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded strange...as if she were either sleepy or drunk.

"Hi Janice, I'm at the bus station."

"Well what the fuck are you doing there?" she snapped. "Get your fat ass over here with our camera." She let the silence hang in the air for a moment, then I heard Roy say something in the background which caused my wife to chuckle. "Oh, that's right, Roy, I almost forgot," she said to her lover. Then she told me, "listen, slob, before you leave the bus station, check at the ticket office. I left a package for you."

"I think he's going to hate it," I heard Roy say, to which Janice laughed. "Well, frankly, I don't give a fu - "

That's all I heard before the receiver went dead.

I hung up the phone and stood there for a moment, feeling like an absolute piece of shit. My stomach was growling from hunger, my heart was aching from despair, and my ass was throbbing from the butt plug.

I waddled over to the ticket window and retrieved the package from the attendant. I was apprehensive as I took the parcel - I knew whatever Janice and Roy had cooked up, it couldn't possibly bode well for me.

Attached to the small box was a note, folded and taped to the top. I fervently glanced around the bus station to be sure nobody was watching, then unfolded the note.

The message made me cringe:

"Cucky, inside you'll find a pair of black pantyhose. I wore them last night while Roy was fucking me with that gorgeous cock of his. You can see where Roy ripped them in the crotch. He's such an animal! I want you to put them on under your pants and walk to the Sunny Hills resort, out on Blake Road. We're in Room 231. It's about an hour walk from the bus station, but you need to knock some weight off that fat ass anyway, so a walk will do you good. When you get here, make sure you thank Roy, because he was thinking about you. He figured you'd be hungry after your long trip so he left you a little snack from last night. We want you to carry it in your mouth on the way over. Don't swallow it. If you're really good, you can eat it when you get here.

Kisses,

Janice

I swallowed hard and peeked inside the box. In addition to the pantyhose, there was a huge condom with a knot tied at the end. It was full of what I knew was Roy's cum.

I didn't want to have to walk to the resort with a dirty condom in my mouth - that was the last thing in the world I felt like doing - but I knew I had no choice. So I went to the men's room to change.

First, I put on the pantyhose. They were way too tight, and the waist band only came up halfway up my legs. It was incredibly uncomfortable when I put on my pants.

Then I steeled myself for the next part of my mission. Sighing sadly, I put the condom in my mouth and quickly left the bus station.

Just my luck: It was snowing outside. Oh, well. The story of my life. I turned up my collar and plodded toward the resort.

It was a long, uncomfortable walk with the butt plug in my ass and the condom under my tongue. But I kept on pushing through the driving snow, spurred on by my love for Janice.

Finally, I came upon the Sunny Hills resort. I quickly located Room 231 and knocked on the door.

"It's open," I heard Janice's muffled voice say. 

I opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Janice on all fours with Roy behind her, humping away. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat. I figured they must have been fucking since my call.

Roy glanced over his shoulder and said, "welcome to Aspen, now get your fat ass over here and get to work."

I didn't have to be told twice. I knew exactly what Roy meant by "get to work." I immediately dropped my bag, made my way toward the bed, and took my normal place between Roy's legs. I knew he wanted me to lick his balls while he fucked my wife - but I still had the condom in my mouth.

"Umm...sir?" I asked. Roy stopped fucking Janice and turned toward me, annoyed.

"What the fuck do you want, fat-ass?" he growled. "Can't you see I'm busy here?"

"Uh...well, do you want me to swallow your condom, sir? Before I...start?"

Roy and Janice laughed. "Oh yeah, the rubber!" Roy said. "Yeah, go ahead and swallow it, Harold - after all, it would be difficult for you to suck my nuts with a used rubber in your mouth, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, then - bon apetite!" he said. "When you're done, get your chubby ass up under here and get that tongue to work."

I swallowed the condom, then took my place behind Roy and started swabbing his balls with my tongue. It was difficult keeping my tongue in place, because his ass kept slamming into my face as he fucked my wife. Somehow, though, I managed to keep pace with his dancing hips.

Far above me, my wife and Roy were giving forth the grunting, squealing, animal sounds of lovemaking. Janice never screamed like that when she was with me, that's for sure!

Finally, my tickling tongue and my wife's tight pussy were too much for Roy, and he began arching his back and shooting cum inside my wife's pussy. After his orgasm subsided, Roy fell down next to Janice on the bed. They laid there for a long time, cuddling together in post-coital bliss. I stayed on my knees, my head bowed in abject submission.




Road Trip



After a few minutes, Roy sat up and looked at me. "Well, fat-ass, did you bring the camera?" he asked. I answered affirmatively, and he told me to fetch it from my bag.

I did as ordered and gave the camera to my wife. She inspected it for a moment, then put it on the bed.

"Thanks, lard-butt!" Janice said.

"Hey, Jan, hand me that camera for a minute," Roy said. She passed the camera to her lover. Roy fumbled with it for a minute, then engaged the "on" switch.

When the flash bulb was ready, Roy looked at me and sneered. "All right, Harold - drop your drawers."

I removed my pants, and stood in front of my wife and her lover, clad only in the panty hose.

"Don't you look cute," Roy observed dryly. "Now, get on your knees, fat-ass."

I dropped to my knees.

"Okay," Roy said, aiming the camera at me. "Say, 'cheese.'"

Janice laughed. "No - say, 'Roy's dick cheeeeeeeeeeeeeese!'" Roy was laughing so hard at that one, he could hardly hold the camera steady.

I repeated the humiliating command: "Roy's dick cheese." Roy snapped the picture, then put the camera on his night stand.

"We ought to hang that one up at the bank," he laughed.

Janice yawned. "Well, I'm getting tired," she said. "What do you think Roy - should we allow the pig to stay in our room tonight, or should we make him sleep outside?"

"Awww...have a heart, Jan - it's snowing outside," Roy said. "We'll let the pig stay here."

"Thank you, sir," I said.

I spent the night on the floor next to their bed. My stomach was growling and my ass was killing me from the butt plug, but I was so exhausted, I managed to get to sleep in a matter of minutes.

* * *

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a creaking bed. Groggily rising to my knees, I saw Roy between Janice's legs, pumping furiously.

"Oh, did we wake you up?" Roy asked, not missing a stroke.

"No sir." I stammered. 

"Well, good - then get off your fat ass and go over to the donut shop across the road and get us some coffee and donuts. There's money on the dresser," he grunted. "I'll have your breakfast ready by the time you get back."

Janice never said a word; she was totally into the feeling of her lover's cock impaling her. 

I hobbled across the street to the donut shop and bought two large cups of coffee and a dozen donuts. As I waited for my change, I stared longingly at the rows of donuts and muffins on the shelves. I was absolutely starving, and for a brief moment, I thought about eating one of Janice and Roy's donuts and telling them that the girl behind the counter had made a mistake and only put 11 in the box. But I knew that lie would never fly, and I'd wind up getting my ass beat.

I went back to the resort and found Roy lounging on the bed, his hands comfortably propped behind his head. My wife was snuggled up next to him.

"Well it's about time lard-ass!" Janice said as I entered their room. "Bring those donuts over here - I'm starving!"

I set the coffee and donuts on the nightstand. They both dove into the food as I stood there, ruefully watching them eat. Roy noticed me drooling and laughed.

"Awww...does the poor little lard-ass cucky want a donut?"

"Yes sir." 

Roy and Janice grinned at each other, and I knew they had cooked up something dreadful. 

"Harold, you've heard of singing for your supper?" Roy asked. "Well, that's what you're going to do. We think you ought to earn that donut."

"Yeah, we want you to put on a little show for us and maybe we'll think about giving you a donut," Janice laughed. She picked up the remote control and turned on MTV. "Okay, fat-ass, get with the groove. Let's see how well you can bump and grind for us. Put on a good strip-show!"

I knew better than to protest. I never was much of a dancer, even under normal circumstances, but this was extremely awkward. I squeezed my eyes shut and began slowy dancing and removing my clothes. Janice hooted and hollered: "Twirl around! Shake that fat butt!" As soon as I turned, I felt an excruciating sting on my ass. I jumped three feet in the air and looked behind me. Roy was holding his thick leather belt, an evil smile playing on his lips. He reared back and laid another stinging blow across my ass cheeks. I winced and rubbed my stinging butt.

"Don't stop dancing, fat-ass!" Janice yelled. "Keep it up, take it all off!" I resumed my humiliating dance, while Roy continued to take random shots at my ass with his belt. By the time I'd removed all my clothes, I had tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Look at that fat jiggling!" Janice laughed. "How disgusting!"

"Yeah, he looks like a bowl of jello!" Roy chimed in.

Finally Roy told me to stop dancing. "Not bad, cucky," he said. "Now, get your chubby ass over here and get your donut. You've earned it."

I made my way to Roy's side of the bed and knelt down. Roy fished a donut out of the box and held it under my nose. He kept pushing the donut closer to my face and then pulling it away. "Open up," he finally said. I opened my mouth, and in one fell swoop Roy wiped the donut on his massive cock, which was still covered in cum, then stuck it in my mouth.

I wasted no time wolfing down the donut - cum and all.

Roy patted my head. "That's a good boy," he said. "Now come clean these crumbs off my dick."

I leaned over and began gently licking his cock. While I was working, I sneaked a peek at Roy, which earned me a teeth-rattling slap.

"I've told you a thousand times - don't be eyeballing me, boy!" he snapped.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I continued cleaning his genitals.

Janice got into the act, kicking me in the ribs with her bare foot. "How many times have I told you - don't talk with your mouth full of cock!" she half-screamed, half-laughed.

I dutifully continued bobbing my head up and down on Roy's cock. Finally, he told me to stop.

"If you don't, you're going to make me horny, and I'm going to have to fuck that wife of yours all over again," he said.

"Oooohh...now there's a suggestion!" Janice squealed.

"Not now, darlin'," Roy sighed. "I want to save up some energy for the slopes."

I stood up and started to walk away, but my wife called me back. "Wait a minute, Harold - I know that one little donut didn't fill your fat ass up," she sneered. "Are you still hungry?"

"Yes, Mistress." 

Janice flashed me a seductive smile and spread her legs, holding her pussy lips open. "Well, then, come taste what a real man makes for breakfast," she taunted. I crawled between her legs and lapped up every bit of Roy's cum and her juices.

When she was clean, Janice pushed me aside and said, "Enough. You bore me. I'm going to take a shower. You have to go now"

Go? Where the hell was I going to go? 

"G-g-go?" I stammered.

"Yes. Go. Go home. You did what you came for: You brought us our camera. We even let you spend the night. Hell, you even got to indulge in your sick, kinky little fantasies. Now it's time for you to go home. Back on the bus!"

I was stunned. I was so tired - I couldn't bear the thought of yet another long bus ride. I fell to my knees and started sobbing.

"Please, Mistress, please let me stay," I implored. "I'll be good. I'll do anything. Please, I promise." I sounded like a man facing execution.

Roy looked at Janice and they exchanged an evil grin. "Anything?" Janice mused.

"Yes ma'am - pleeeeeease!" I said desperately.

With that, Roy stood up and started walking toward the bathroom. "In that case, fat-ass, follow me," he barked over his shoulder. I got up off my knees and followed Roy into the bathroom, expecting the worst.

The worst was exactly what I got. Roy made me lay down in the bathtub, then began pissing all over me. It was his first piss of the day, and it must've lasted a full minute. He liberally sprayed me from head to toe, paying close attention to the area around my mouth.

When he was finished, Roy shook the last few drops of urine onto my nose. Then he reached down and turned on the shower, running only the cold tap. In a matter of seconds, my body was being assaulted with freezing pellets of water.

"Stay in there for at least ten minutes," Roy said as he left the bathroom. "You smell like a goddamned outhouse!"

I shivered in the bathtub, counting off the minutes. When my allotted time was up, I thankfully turned off the freezing shower. I was still wearing my wife's panty hose, and they were wringing wet. I tried to dry them off, but it was impossible. I did the best I could, then reported back to Janice and Rob.

They were dressed by now. Janice looked gorgeous, even in her ski cap and cumbersome snow suit.

"Okay, pig, we're going skiing now," she said. "You can stay here and clean up - we'll leave a "do not disturb" sign on the door, so the maid doesn't have to bother."

"Yeah," Roy said. "No point in making the maid do any extra work, when we have you, right?"

"Yes, sir."

Roy dug in his pocket and produced two one-dollar bills. He tossed them up in the air, and I watched them flutter to the carpet.

"Here's a couple bucks, cucky," he said. "Go have lunch - on me."

Janice giggled. "Don't spend it all in one place, Harold!"

"Y-yes, Mistress," I said. "Thank you."

Janice tugged the ski cap down over her ears. "We'll probably be back around five," she said airily as they started to walk out the door.

"Uh...Mistress?" I asked, just as they were about to leave.

"Yes, cucky?"

"Ummmm...may I please take the butt-plug out? I've had it in me for four days now, and it hurts real bad."

Janice looked at Roy. "What do you think, honey?" she asked. "Should we?"

Roy shook his head. "Nah," he said casually. "Let him leave it in there. It'll give him something to think about."

Janice giggled and gave me the thumbs-down sign. "Sorry, cuck - Roy says no. Bye!"

With that, they breezed out the door.

The door slammed in my face, and I stood there for a minute, feeling like an absolute piece of garbage. 

I reached back and felt the area around my bruised rectum. I thought for sure they'd allow me to remove the butt-plug after all this time. But, then again, I should've known better. They loved the fact that I was in agony. The only time I'd taken the plug out for the past four days was when I had to take a shit, and you'd think that after having it inside me for so long, I'd have gotten used to it. But that wasn't the case; it still throbbed like a dull toothache whenever I moved.

At that sad moment, I wanted nothing more than to fling myself over the big double bed and cry my poor eyes out. After all I'd been through, I deserved a good, long cry. But, as usual, Janice and Roy came first - and I knew there would be no lounging around on the bed for me. I had work to do. I knew if the room wasn't picture-perfect by the time Janice and Roy got back, there'd be hell to pay!

I cleaned every inch of the room, and ironed all their clothes. I even polished all Janice's makeup cases and Roy's cologne bottles and deodorant. It nearly took three hours until everything was perfect.

After all my hard work, I was starving. I figured $2.00 would be plenty to get a couple donuts and a cup of coffee. But when I walked across the street to the donut shop, there was a "Closed" sign hanging on the window. The small sign on the door listed their hours; they closed after 2 p.m. on weekdays! I guess there just wasn't the business after breakfast time.

I trudged back to the room and looked in the phone book, hoping to find a fast-food outlet near the resort. No such luck. The closest restaurant was a diner, about a mile away. I really didn't feel like walking that far, because the butt-plug made every step excruciating. But I was absolutely starving, so I put my two one-dollar bills into my pocket and started walking.

I felt so embarassed standing in the diner, asking the waitress what I could get for $2.00. What I got was an egg salad sandwich and a small glass of milk.

The meal wasn't exactly a seven-course repast, but when you're starving, it'll do. After lunch, I made my way back to the room. Then I waited.

At around 5:00 my wife and her lover returned, wrapped up in each others' arms like a pair of newlyweds. Their cheeks were ruddy, and it was obvious that they'd had a grand time on the slopes.

"Hey lard ass, have a good day?" Roy said as he entered the room. As if he really cared!

"Yes sir."

I looked at Janice, and noticed she was carrying a bag. My wife looked at me and smiled.

"Cucky, wait until you see what we bought you." She reached in the bag and produced a bright pink ski suit. It was definitely made for a female - no guy would be caught dead on the slopes wearing it. Janice threw it at me. "Try it on."

I wordlessly donned the ski suit as they both stood there smirking. When I was dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked to see how foolish I looked.

"Wasn't it nice of Roy to think of you like that?" Janice asked with a sneer.

"Yes ma'am." I muttered. 

"Well don't just stand there looking like a little wimp, get over here and thank him properly."

By now, Roy had stripped off his clothes and stood naked, his massive cock jutting forward.

I made my way over and knelt in front of him, still wearing the ski suit. I took his huge cock in my hand, licked it and said, "thank you master." I then proceeded to suck his cock while they looked on and laughed. After a few minutes, I could feel Roy's ass cheeks beginning to tighten; he was about to cum. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and took his cock in his other hand, aiming it right at my face. The first spurt of cum caught me right in the eye. I opened my mouth - as I always must do whenever Roy cums in my face - and he started shooting his sperm on my lips.

When he was finished, he looked down at my face and laughed. A stream of jism was dripping from my hairline down to my nose. A dollop of cum hung there from the end of my nose, which caused Janice and Roy to crack up.

"That's disgusting - reach up with your tongue and clean that shit off before it hits the floor," Roy chuckled.

Janice was surveying the whole scene while she undressed. Soon she was naked along with Roy. As always, watching her lover dominate me made her horny.

"Ooooh, I am SOOOOOO hot!" she hissed. "Baby, I need to get fucked now!" 

Roy didn't need a special invitation. He took my wife by the hand and they moved over to the bed. In one fluid motion, Janice fell down on the bed and spread her creamy legs, while Roy slid onto the mattress next to her and mounted her in an equally smooth fashion. Roy wasted no time in ramming his massive cock inside her. Janice closed her eyes and bit her lip.

I knew that since Roy had just cum, this would be a long session. He fucked my wife for a few minutes, then looked back at me over his shoulder.

"Hey, snow bunny, what the fuck are you waiting for?" he barked. "Get over here and do your job." 

When Roy gives an order, you don't hesitate. I jumped up and practically ran to the bed. I crawled on my stomach between Roy's legs and began my familiar task of licking his swinging balls.

I must have been down there for at least an hour. My neck, jaws and tongue ached like crazy. Finally, I felt Roy's balls begin to tighten on my tongue. When I saw his ass cheeks begin to clench, I knew it was about to happen. Between breaths, Janice was moaning: "Ooooooooooh honey - you're such a real man!! Feed me that real cock!! Show that wimp I married how a real man pleases a woman! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeee! Oh, Roy, you are the best!!" Roy let out an anguished moan and started cumming in great spurts. His ass was ramming wildly into my face, and for a second, I was afraid he might break my nose. From the sound of it, Janice was cumming as well. As usual, the only person in the room who wasn't enjoying an orgasm was me.

Roy collapsed on top of Janice and lightly kissed her neck. After a minute or two, he rolled over onto his back. "Get to work, cucky," he said casually, pulling my wife closer to him.

I immediately began to lick Roy's cock, making sure I did it in soft strokes. Roy doesn't like me to lick too hard when I'm cleaning him - he says he's too sensitive down there after he's had an orgasm. I cleaned his huge shaft, making sure I got every drop of his and Janice's cum. I have to admit that even when Roy is soft, he's way bigger than me.

Roy tapped me on the head to signal that he wanted me to stop. No sooner had I lifted my head, than Janice said, "What about me, my darling husband? Don't I deserve to get cleaned up, too?"

I moved between Janice's legs and began my duties. Roy smiled down on me as I licked up his fishy residue. "I bet all of this has gotten you hard, huh cucky?" he said, as I worked my already exhausted tongue in and out of Janice's pussy.

"Mmm," I mumbled. 

Janice soon tapped me on the head, and I was finished cleaning her. My cheeks were covered with male and female sexual juices.

Roy looked and me and his face contorted in disgust. "Look at all that cum on your face," he said. "You look like a fucking street whore!"

"But a well-dressed whore," Janice added. "Not many common street hookers get to wear such nice clothing as the ski suit you bought for him!"

Roy laughed. "Yeah, it fits him, that's for sure." He pointed to my crotch. "Would you like to cum, lard- ass?" he asked.

"Oh, yes sir - very much sir."

"Well then, take that faggoty ski suit off." 

I immediately started stripping, until I stood before my reclining wife and her lover completely naked. My four-inch cock stood at attention, dripping pre-cum.

"Look at that pathetic excuse for a cock." Janice said. "It's been awhile since I've seen the sorry little thing. It looks like a clit!"

Roy snapped his fingers. "Okay, cucky how bad do you want to cum?" I knew there was going to be a catch - there always was with Roy.

"I want to cum very badly sir." Roy got off the bed and walked over to the door. When he opened it, an icy blast of wind blew in.

"Okay, here's the deal," Roy said. "I want you to go outside, stand in that snowbank, and jerk off for us." 

"B-b-but it's freezing out there - and I'm naked." I protested. Roy looked at me sternly. 

"Fine with me, I already came," he said matter-of-factly. "But, either you do as you're told, or else you can put on your pink ski suit on and catch the next bus out of here." Meekly, I walked out into the frigid night.

The snow was so cold on my feet, I had no choice but to hop from one foot to another. My already-small cock grew even more miniscule in the ice-cold air. Roy and Janice had both donned their big terry cloth robes and slippers and were all snug and warm as they stood in the doorway and watched. "Come on, jerk that little thing cucky." Janice said. "I know you get off on us humiliating you like this."

She was right. I was excited as well as freezing and humiliated. I jerked my little cock, feeling like I could cum any second. But I had to wait for their permission.

"Okay, recite your little pledge to us while you beat your poor pathetic excuse for a cock," Janice said. 

Every time I cum, I must repeat "The Pledge." It's humiliating beyond belief - but I suppose that's the point.

I cleared my throat and began reciting:

"I pledge to serve Janice and Roy for as long as they want me. I give my wife, my home, and myself over to Roy a superior male. For Roy is a real man. I am not. I pledge to assist Roy in any way possible and my sole existence shall be to serve Roy and Janice and make them happy in any way possible. I am nothing but a pathetic little wimp who can't please his wife and is only good to serve and make them happy."

Just as I finished, I shot my load into the snowbank. Janice and Roy roared with laughter.

Roy said, "Good job fat ass. "That looked like it was a workout. And, say, speaking of workouts...why don't you do 10 push-ups for us?" Although it was formulated in the form of a question, I knew it was not a request.




Road Trip



I got down on my hands and knees and assumed a push up position. I looked up at Roy, who signaled me to began. I counted as I went: "Unngh! One! Uhhhhh...Two! Ooooohhhhhhh...three!"

Janice watched me struggle and laughed. "Look, Roy, his gut touches the ground before his cock does." Their laughter continued as I struggled through all ten push-ups. Then, with Roy's permission, I rushed back inside the warmth of the room.

"Okay, cucky, that's enough entertainment," Roy said. "It's time for night-night; tomorrow is another day." He pulled the covers over himself, snuggled up next to Janice, and went to sleep. I took my usual place on the cold floor, sobbing and shivering.

* * *

The next morning, I was again sent across the street for coffee and donuts, while Janice and Roy lounged around on the bed. And, again, I had to "sing for my supper" - this time I literally had to sing. There was much discussion among my wife and her lover as to which song I should have to sing. They finally settled on, "I'm a Little Teacup" - and I had go through all the humiliating motions while I sang, as if I were in kindergarten or something.

For my efforts, I was rewarded with a donut.

"Come and get it, fat-ass," Roy said. He then started breaking the donut into small pieces and throwing them around the room. I forgot my humiliation and bustled through the room, picking up and eating every crumb.

"Enjoy that donut, fat-ass," Janice said while I chewed the on the last few crumbs. "That's the last chance you're going to have to eat until you get home - unless, that is, Roy is nice and lets you have some money!"

I nearly choked on the donut. "G-Go home? But, Mistress - I've been good..."

Janice held up her hand, cutting me off. "I don't care, asshole!" she screamed. "You've had plenty of time here - in fact, you ought to feel damn lucky we let you stay this long!"

"Yeah," Roy chimed in. "And think of all the people on the bus who'll be envious of your new pink snow suit!"

"B-b-but...you don't expect me - "

SLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAPPPPP!!! My head shot back from Roy's powerful backhand.

"Don't you EVER talk back to me, you disgusting piece of shit!" he snarled. "I was going to be nice and let you take the butt plug out! But now, you fucked up!"

Janice clucked her tongue and shook her head. "See, Harold? Your fucking mouth gets you in trouble every time!"

"Y-yes, Mistress. I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me you're sorry - tell Roy!"

I looked at Roy, who was regarding me with a mixture of contempt and amusement. "I-I'm sorry, sir," I said as humbly as possible.

"No problem - it's no skin off my nose if you have to wear the butt plug. I'll be nice and cozy up here, enjoying the pleasure of your wife."

He reached in his pocket and handed me about $100. "That'll leave you a little extra to get something to eat," he said. "And I want you to keep the receipts - if you spend more than $10 on a meal, I'll put a foot to your ass - you got that?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I wanted to ask him if I could remove the butt plug, but since he'd already made his decision on that matter, I didn't want to push it.

Dejectedly, I donned the pink snow suit and said good-bye to my wife. But she didn't hear me - by this time, she was concentrating on Roy's dick in her mouth.

I walked to the door and opened it. Before I left I took one last look. Roy was lounging on the bed, while Janice was kneeling between his legs, worshipping his cock. Roy opened his eyes and saw me standing there.

"Have a nice trip, cucky!" he sang. "See you in about a week!"

"Y-yes, sir."

Janice stopped sucking Roy's dick long enough to say, "close the damn door and get out of here, asshole - you're letting in a draft!"

I shut the door and began my long, lonely journey home.



Road Trip



I had a lot on my mind and decided Saturday night to get up early the next morning and go visit my son. He lives in another state about 195 miles away. Sometimes driving helps me to put things into the right perspective. Life is full of disappointments but the ones I was dealing with I felt were pretty much of my own making. Needless to say, I needed to be alone and enjoy my drive. 

Since I am an exhibitionist I try to always be prepared for situations I might find myself in that would satisfy my sensuality. First of all, I am a mother and embarrassing my children is not something I will do even though they have grown up in a household where modesty is not in abundance. I put on a sexy see through bra, matching thong, jeans and a scooped neck tee shirt. 

I took a short blue jean skirt and a sleeveless very low cut top that was designed to show cleavage with me. The drive there was about 2 ½ hours, uneventful but it did wonders for my state of mind. It was relaxing and I found myself playing with my tits and my pussy. I knew that before the day was over something exciting would happen and that thought made my pussy immediately wet. 

I had a good visit with my son and his girlfriend. We went sight seeing and then out to eat. I was looking forward to my drive home and began to feel anxious so I made an excuse about needing to get home and do some things before work the next day. I said my good-byes and headed for the interstate. 

In order to take advantage of any opportunities to show myself I needed to change clothes but did not want to stop at a service station or pull to the side of the road in a residential section. I drove down the road until I saw a shopping center I thought it was perfect and pulled into the parking lot. I drove away from the crowded area to the far end of the lot. My first thought was to put my seat back and try to change clothes inside the car but decided it was too cramped and what the hell. I enjoy exposing myself and this was the perfect opportunity. I felt excited at the prospect that I might be seen. 

I opened the car door and got out. I looked around noticing that the parking lot was full of people going and coming from the stores to their cars. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down over my hips and legs and stepped out of them. Picking them up I threw them into the back seat. Wearing just my top and thong, I reached into the car to get my skirt. Looking around, I noticed a couple watching me as they got into their car. The woman averted her head but the man continued to watch. 

Looking their way I noticed that several other people had begun to watch. Turning my back to them I bent over knowing they all had a great vie w of my ass and my thong covered pussy, I slipped the skirt on and stood up pulling it up. My skirt is pretty tight and I needed to wiggle my ass to pull it all the way up. I made sure to add several extra ass wiggles for my audience. 

Turning to face my onlookers, I reached around and unhooked my bra. I took it off and threw it in the backseat of the car. I slipped my other top over my head. I love the feel of my naked tits rubbing against the fabric of my shirt causing them to harden. 

I lifted my skirt and took my wet thong off and pitched it into the back seat with the bra and other clothes. I continued to feel the tingling in my pussy and I was getting hornier by the minute. 

Glancing around at my audience, I got back into the car. I propped my left foot on a place on the door that is perfect for it. My skirt was barely covering my pussy and I could even see a hint of hair when I looked down. Knowing I still had an audience made me even horny. My pussy was so wet I could feel my juices beginning to run down my thighs. 

I could not stop myself from rubbing and teasing my clit and sliding my finger deep inside of my pussy, I began to fuck myself with my finger. Using my other hand I rubbed my clit feeling the pressure build letting me know I was about to climax. I moved my hips back and forth faster each time until I felt the pressure escalate bringing me to climax. I just sat there with my hands still on my pussy feeling the throbbing and pulsations of my orgasm subside then I put the finger I had fucked myself with into my mouth and sucked the cum off of it and using a napkin, I wiped the cum from my pussy. 

I cranked up my car and drove out of the parking lot then took the onramp to the freeway. My legs were still spread and my pussy still wet and tingling after my little show. I was glad I had 190 miles to drive. I set the cruise control and sat back to enjoy the drive. 

It seemed like I had driven for miles without seeing trucks, not even a pickup truck but, finally up ahead I saw an 18 wheeler. I got into the left hand lane and adjusted my speed to match his. I reached up and lowered my shirt until most of my breasts could be seen. My nipples were instantly erect. 

I sometimes have a problem knowing exactly when I can be seen. Usually if I can see them in their side mirror I am fairly sure they are able to see me. I never really saw him and when I was even with the cab of the truck I was still uncertain as to whether he could see. 

Several miles later, I saw another truck and decided this time to be bolder. I pushed the neck of the shirt down and took my tits completely out. This time when I was closer to the truck, I drove slowly the length of his truck. I knew immediately that he had noticed. He was bouncing up and down in his seat, grinning and waving. He was in his forties and fairly nice looking. I just looked up at him and I put my hand on my pussy, sliding my finger deep inside, I then put my finger in my mouth and started sucking on it. 

His grin went away and was replaced by a look of lust. Cars were lined up behind me so I had to speed up and pulled in front of him. Then we started playing this game. After traffic passed, he changed lanes and drove beside me in the left hand lane and I was in the right. He would then pass me and get in front of me. After a few minutes I would do the same thing. I would go a lot slower and each time I would either be caressing a breast or pinching my nipple. 

This went on for 20 or 30 miles. I had become so sexually aroused and my pussy so wet that it was dripping out of my pussy and I knew I would be cleaning my car seat when I got home. My nipples were hard and erect and when I would pinch them I felt shivers go straight to my clit. 

I had never felt so tempted to meet a stranger and knew that if he gave a sign, I would follow him. The next exit was one that truckers use and he turned his blinker on and so did I. 

I followed him down the exit ramp and into the parking lot at the truck stop. I pulled into a parking space. He opened his door and climbed down out of the truck. My whole body was shaking but my state of arousal was greater than any apprehension I may have had. 

He walked over to the driver's side and I lowered my window. He leaned down and looked in seeing my breasts and pussy up close. I was breathing hard with excitement. 

The first thing he said was, "Are you just teasing or do you want to do something about relieving some of this frustration I think we have both been building up?" 

To answer him, I reached up and pulled my shirt back up, rolled the window up, turned off the ignition and got my keys while opening the door of my car. 

We walked toward his truck, neither one of us saying anything. He reached up and opened the door on the drivers side, told me where to step. He was right behind me and I knew he was staring right at my exposed pussy. I slid over the driver's seat and stood up. I could see the bed and before I could even think he was there pulling the curtains together. 

Standing facing me he reached out and rubbed his hand over my tits. He then pulled my top over my head. He bent his head and starting sucking on one nipple. His left hand lifted my skirt and I felt his right hand on my pussy rubbing my clit then sliding a finger deep inside of me. I felt my juices running down my legs. Then he unbuttoned my skirt and I wiggled my ass out of it. We got his shirt off and then his pants. 

I had backed against the bed and he pushed me down so that I was sitting down on the bed. Laying back he knelt between my legs spreading them. Using his hands he spread my swollen pussy lips. I felt his mouth and tongue licking up and down my outer lips. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy and then teased my clit. He was fucking me with his tongue. My hands were in his hair holding his face to my pussy. He sucked on my clit and slid his finger deep inside of me fucking me with his finger now. I began to moan and I knew I was going to cum. I began moving my hips up and down faster, grinding my pussy into his mouth. I felt my juices flow when I began to cum and screamed out with the intensity of my orgasm. I lay there breathing hard feeling my insides quiver. 

He then slid on top of me, his knee spreading my legs. I felt his hard cock rub against my swollen clit. He entered my pussy with one hard thrust. He began fucking my pussy hard, moving in and out. My legs wrapped around his waist. Meeting each thrust I began to cum again. I moaned loudly and he kept fucking me until I felt still another orgasm. He then became gentle with his thrust giving me time to recuperate. He kissed, licked and sucked down the side of my neck. Moving down over my shoulder and taking my nipple into his mouth he sucked gently. 

I began to feel aroused again and started lifting my hips, rubbing my pussy against him. I pushed him off the top of me and turning onto my stomach, I got up on my knees and pushed my ass towards him and he entered my pussy from behind. He shoved his cock inside of me hard and I let out a loud moan of pleasure. He began to fuck me hard and fast. He pinched my nipples with one hand and then moving his hand to my pussy he started rubbing my clit. I started to cum and yelled out but he kept on driving his cock into me and I continued to cum. I felt him squirt his cum inside my pussy and we collapsed neither one of us saying anything. 

I am not sure how long we lay there. I felt totally sated for the first time in a long while. He was lying on his back and I got on top of him. I licked my way down his neck, letting my tongue circle his nipple then moving lower to where I wanted to be. I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him and felt him growing hard in my mouth. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I licked down one side of his cock and back up, rubbing him on my face. Taking him back into my mouth I began to suck taking more of his cock into my mouth each time. I could feel he was about to cum when his cock stiffened and I felt the spurts in my mouth. I continued to suck gently swallowing enjoying the taste of his cum. When he quit cumming I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it rolling my tongue over it. 

Still neither of us saying anything, we lay there for a while. I knew it was getting late and I still had 75 miles to drive home. I sat up and started putting my clothes on. I stood up and wiggled back into my skirt. I sat on the side of the bed and put on my sandals. He sat up and began to dress too. We didn't need words. 

He got out of the truck first and I slid across his seat and carefully got out of the truck. My legs and insides were shaky. He walked me to my car and I opened the door and looked at him. I don't think either one of us knew what to say so we both sort of laughed and said thanks. 

I got into my car and turned the ignition. I backed out of the parking space and headed for the onramp. I drove home and thought about my afternoon. I would have thought I dreamed it if it were for the fact that all my muscles were screaming and the smell of sex was so strong. I made it home, took a long shower and went to bed with a smile on my face.



Road Trip



Natalie had finally gotten her wish. She had always wanted to see the world from the cab of a truck and was finally lucky enough to convince Derek to let her go with him. What he didn't know was she had plans for him as well.

She had spent along time planning this trip, right down to what she would even wear. When she got up that morning she had picked out one of her favorite racer back tank tops. The yellow color suited her red hair well, it showed off some of her back, and it had a built in bra so she wouldn't be getting too hot in the truck. 

She had decided on wearing a yellow flower printed short summery skirt so that she could tease him with her legs on the long drive. What he would get to find out later, was that she only wore a sheer white g-string underneath.

As soon as they had gotten in the truck Derek had discreetly adjusted the air conditioning vent to hit his crotch. Just watching Natalie climb into his truck had driven him nuts and they still had over 400 miles together. He knew it was going to be a hard day but she had begged to ride with him and he knew he couldn't refuse her.

Once they got out on the open road Natalie kicked off her sandals and slid her feet up under her bottom to get a better view out the window. She caught a glimpse of Derek looking at her legs as she did this and smiled out the window. 

Their discussion wandered all over the proverbial map from the country they were driving through, to the country music they were listening to. Derek knew that if he could keep her talking he could keep his mind out of his pants. He got them talking about dancing, rodeos and their respective jobs. 

Slowly but surely Natalie was able to draw the talk to discussion of the lonely road and what Derek was privileged to see from his view point. She finally had the opening she needed to tell him about her fantasies of being seen by a truck driver. She knew she got to him when she heard him breathe in deeply. 

She continued on explaining that she always thought it would be hot to then tease that truck driver while in his truck. Derek couldn't help but spit out the drink he had sipped when she asked if he would mind if she played it out with him. 

Derek just stared open mouthed at Natalie after her comment. It wasn't until he heard some honking that he turned his attention back to the road and his drifting truck. After trying to catch his breath he asked her if she was sure about this. As an answer she crawled up on all fours on the passenger seat and looked over her shoulder at him with a grin.

Natalie scooted back towards Derek until she could stand between their seats. It wasn't until she begged him to touch her that she heard Derek curse softly under his breath. She had just started to worry that she had gone to far when she finally felt the soft touch of his fingers on her calf. 

Derek didn't know whether to thank god or curse a blue streak for the lovely sight presented to him. He wondered how he would keep from cuming too soon since he had been hard most of the trip already. He only hoped he could get her as hot as he was.

Slowly Derek slid his fingers up the inside of her leg until his hand brushed her skirt. He heard her giggle as he kept jerking his head back and forth from her lovely ass and the road. As a brief reprimand he smacked her ass before going back to her legs.

Natalie whimpered as she felt the moisture pool against her lips from the soft smack. Suddenly she heard Derek curse as he slid her skirt up and over her hips and she knew it was because of his discovery. She pictured in her mind the view Derek now had of her legs and ass. She knew he would love the view of her white G-string running along the crack of her ass and slowly disappearing between her wet swollen lips.

Derek had to reach down and adjust himself in his jeans before he could even move again. When he glanced back over at the sight she presented him he saw her ginning and looking at his crotch. He suddenly realized that the little minx had planned this all along and decided he would let her have all she wanted.

With one hand on the steering wheel he used his other hand to reach down and unzip his pants. With a sigh he slowly pulled out his now very hard cock for her to see. He heard her whimper at the sight and knew he was going to make her hot with wanting him.

She felt Derek slide his fingers along the path of the G-string slowly teasing the folds of her hot sex. She jumped when she felt him blow his warm breath against her skin. She started to wiggle her ass back and forth for him but stopped when she felt him hook a finger in the g-string and pull it to the side.

Suddenly Derek inserted a finger in-between her hot lips and gently started to tease her with his finger. All the while he kept looking back and forth to the highway. He looked over and saw Natalie's head lying on the seat with her eyes close and a look of pure pleasure on her face. He slowly slid a second finger insider of her as he looked back to the highway. He grinned as he saw a rest stop up ahead.

Natalie pushed back into Derek's fingers having no clue that she was slowly losing the control of this fantasy. She moaned as he used his thumb to tease her clit while two fingers stretched her pussy lips open for his view. She jerks her head up as she feels the truck slowing down but Derek continues to please her with his hand.

When the truck gets stopped Derek turns his head and tells her he has got to taste her. With out anymore warning he buries his face against her hot wet sex. He buries his tongue deep in using his hands to hold her ass cheeks. He moves slowly one second teasing her with his slow strokes and then quickly the next thrusting his tongue deep in her.

Natalie whimpers and moans as she feels the heat in her body rise to a fevered temperature. She can't help but push her body back against Derek's willing tongue. Very quickly her body begins to shake as she feels her self pushed close to the edge. As Derek whispers against her hot mound, "Cum for me!" Natalie feels her body shatter and her knees weaken. 

Derek continues to lick and taste her as she orgasms in his arms. His grin deepens as she begs him to stand up and give her what she really wants. He teasingly asks her what that might be and laughs when she begs, "FUCK ME PLEASE!!!"

Natalie hears Derek slide down his jeans and rises up on her elbows to look back at his hard cock pointing out in front of him. She imagines how silky and hard he will feel and gasps as he slowly slides the head up and down her very wet lips. With a groan as her only warning she feels Derek grab her hips as he pushes the full length of his cock deep inside of her. 

Once Derek feels his balls hit against Natalie's body he stops all movement. He gasps air as he feels her hot silky walls grasping at his hard cock. He whispers "Heaven!" as he slowly starts to slide in and out of her hot sheath. 

Natalie starts to buck her hips trying to make it faster but to no avail. Derek has control of her hips and keeps her from letting him cum too soon. She whispers that she wants him to cum deep inside her. She begs him to fuck her hard and fast.

Derek bites out a curse as he hears her whisperings and knows it won't be long. He starts to move her hips faster and faster trying to go as deep in her as he can. He hears her starting to get close and knows he will get them to cum together. Just as she starts to cry out Derek feels the pressure build in his balls and moans. Finally, together they both cum hard and fast with him filling her hot body and her juices dripping down her legs.

Derek lies over the top of her body giving her kisses along her neck and up to her ear. She only smiles as he whispers.....you can cum on drives with me anytime!!



Road Trip



I sit in the front seat of your car and glance nervously about. You've had to help me into the car as I am tied up. My ankles are bound as are my hands in front of me. My clothing is very brief. My short skirt is pulled up so my ass sits on the seat and I have no panties on. I'm wearing a very tiny top which shows off my pierced nipples and of course I'm wearing no bra. I'm also barefoot at your insistence.

I want to ask you where we are going but you've told me it's a surprise. I look over at you and you smile at me, melting me within. You grab my hair and pull me towards you kissing me deeply. You tell me what a good little girl I am for you and I blush. You reach into the back seat, pulling out a gag and a blindfold. I smile knowing this turns us both on tremendously. After both are secure, you fasten our seat belts and start the car. I am nervous about this trip. I know we'll be gone for a while today as you packed us a lunch in a cooler. We have tinted windows but they aren't a dark tint and I'm very aware of how well truckers especially can see in the windows. You sense my nerves and place a hand high up on my thigh, squeezing it firmly. You murmur how good I am before you turn the music up. I trust you with everything I am so I try to relax and enjoy the ride.

I can tell by our speed we've entered the interstate. I feel the air conditioning come on and my nipples harden as it hits me. I feel you tapping my inner thigh, and I immediately open my legs enough to allow you access. Your hand is cool and firm as you push my skirt up to my waist. I gasp as you gently touch me. I know I am wet and you feel it now too. You swiftly slide a finger inside me and remove it. I long for you to touch me again and I squirm a little. I hear you laugh lightly and know you are both amused and very turned on. I feel a rush of warm air and realize you've opened the car window. I am suddenly shocked as I hear a trucker's horn honk. You laugh again as you plunge your fingers inside my now soaking wet pussy. I groan through the gag. I am torn between embarrassment and pleasure. 

You continue to fuck me vigorously with a few fingers as I start getting close to having one hell of an orgasm. I am not sure whether or not the trucker is still watching and frankly at this point, I don't even care. The wind blows my top a bit revealing my now rock hard nipples. I am now squirming around in the seat and you lean over just a bit to tell me I can cum. I do so with pleasure, coating your hand with my wetness. Just then I hear the trucker honk again and the window is rolled up. 

I flush with embarrassment knowing you have just shown me off to a total stranger. Again, I hear your laughter. You tell me what a very good girl I am as I hear and feel the car slowing down. The car stops and you turn off the engine before removing my blindfold. I am happy to see the look on your face of both excitement and pride. I look around us and see we are at a rest stop. It looks completely deserted.

You get out of the car and come around to my side, opening the door. I look at you with questions in my eyes. You smile at me and tell me it's time to get out. I look around for people and see none as you help me wobble from the car to stand on the grass beside the car. We are shielded from anyone who would drive through by your car. You whisper to me that you are going to fuck me right here in this parking lot. I am excited and nervous as you turn me around and bend me over slightly, allowing you enough room to enter me. I hear you behind me unzipping your jeans and I can barely contain myself. You grab my hips and pull me back onto your hard cock. You fuck me with such force I nearly fall over. One hand fists my hair as you repeatedly slam into me. You know I am close to exploding on your cock and you tell me to just wait a moment as you pound into my pussy a few more times. I can feel you tense up and you quietly tell me to cum in my ear. We both have an orgasm and fall slightly against the car. You laugh again as we straighten up. You remove my gag and untie my ankles and I fall to my knees licking your cock clean.

I lean against the car for a few moments while you reach into the back seat producing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for me to put on. After you untie my wrists, I sit on the seat and put them on. You point out the picnic tables nearby I hadn't noticed. Since I am still a bit wobbly, you help me to the tables and return for our cooler.

For the next hour, we enjoy a nice picnic in the bright sunshine. I sit eating and smiling at your gorgeous face as I wonder what you have planned for our next road trip.



Road Trip



It had been a long day in the car. He had driven the entire way and, after nine hours, I knew that he was a little more than just tired. So when we finally reached the hotel, I helped with the luggage while he checked us in and then parked the car. By the time he was back to the room, I had his bag open and most of it put away.

"Why don't you go ahead and shower. It will help revive and relax you and I'll finish putting our things away."

My hands gripped his shoulders and I slowly massaged some of the tension out of them. His head tilted left and right telling me that this was long overdue. I gave his ear a kiss and purred,

"Just don't use up all the hot water, I want to refreshen up for you too."

My tongue extended and I gave a little lick, pressing my body up against his in the process.

He turned and we embraced, his mouth covering mine, and I could feel his excitement against my belly. His tongue so strong in my mouth, I just had to suck it; and I teased him by sucking it like a cock as I knew he enjoyed that. Enjoyed both my sucking his tongue, and his cock.

"Go on...we left so early, and I want to refreshen up..."

Giggling, I push him away and towards the bathroom. His eyes told me that it just might be a very short shower and I smiled in return, giving my own promise of what might be ahead. Our time together less frequent now that he was married; less often, but in some ways more intense than it had been in some time.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of water running in the bath is still going strong and steam is seeping in under the door. I was about to yell to remind him about the hot water when it finally was shut off. Five more minutes went by before he came out with a toothbrush protruding out of his mouth and a towel wrapped around his waist.

With a smile and a light caress, I slide past him and into the bathroom. Removing my clothes, I turn on the water and gather up my soap and shampoo and razor. Placing them inside the tub, I smile to myself seeing his razor and shaving cream there; knowing that he was thoughtful enough to shave for me as well.

After washing, and shaving, I leave the tub and stand before the mirror. Using a towel to wipe off the fog from it, I carefully moose my hair; using more than normal to make it slick and tight along my scalp. I know he was a little surprised when he saw me this morning, with a new drastic cut that left my hair much shorter than it had been in ages. I'd call it a boy cut but, with my boobs, there's no chance of being mistaken for one. It just was a nice easy style for the summer months more than anything; and I heard that it might help send signals out to like-minded women who liked women. Not that I didn't like men as well, just not always as well.

Opening the bathroom door, I see that he is stretched out on the bed. The covers pulled back, his tan body laid out in a very sexy and, for me, erotic position. On his belly, one leg half drawn up with the other extended back, bringing his ass up just a little as if showing it off to me. 

My thoughts turn wicked, thinking, "He does have a nice ass. And with his overall tan, toned body, I'm very pleased he is there for me."

He also appeared asleep. So being quiet as not to wake him, just yet, I go to my bag and remove a few items. On the nightstand I place a bottle before I slip into my little surprise for him. Then, moving up from the foot of the bed, I carefully crawl up and move towards his ass.

Half laying on my side adjacent to his butt, I lean over and lightly run my hands over his ass; slowly exposing his tight little rosebud to view. This starts to wake him and he begins to shift on the bed so I whisper.

"No baby, just stay like this."

And before he can move further, I spread him and lick at his tight, hot asshole.

My tongue thoroughly explores him there, lapping at his puckered flesh and teasing his hole with the tip of my tongue. He lifts up for me, and I shift my body, so I end completely behind him with my fingers digging into his cheeks to keep him open as my tongue plays. 

"Oh fuck...that feels good."

I pull my head back to look at him and use a finger tip to check the wetness and tightness of his dark star. Teasing him a little before jamming my tongue back in, finger and tongue working together to make him moan.

He pushes his body forward and a hand under with the intention of stroking his cock. Knowing that, I roll him onto his side and grab at his hand.

"Not yet. I don't want you to touch yourself. Not yet."

I move his arm back up and doing so places me at chest level with him. I lean in, kissing then sucking at his right nipple; another thing I know he enjoys, and I suck and playfully bite at the tiny stiff point that greets me there. A moment later, I'm kissing him; kissing him hard and deep. Making sure he tastes himself, his ass, on my tongue.

Then he feels it; my surprise. He moans in my mouth as he pulls me closer to confirm it. We had talked about it before and I know its one of his fantasies, so tonight I will fulfill it.

Smiling, I kiss his mouth then his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you so good tonight."

Just saying that sends a shiver through me, and him. He's trying to kiss me, feel my breasts, and I let him for a bit; my fingers finding, pinching and tugging on his nipples in return.

"Do you want that? You do don't you? You want your sister to fuck your hot tight ass..."

He lets out a growl of lust, a lust that almost matches mine, and I push his hands back off me and over his head. Letting my breasts brush over his face for a second, before I kiss his forehead, nose and lips.

"But before I do that, I'm not done with teasing you. And I DON'T want you to touch yourself until I say you can!"

A soft giggle and I'm sucking at his nipple again, being careful not to touch his cock, even as he arches his body to bring it in contact with me. Licking across to the other side of his chest, I circle that nipple with my tongue over and over; making it hard which pleases me to no end.

I kiss down his belly, more to heighten his anticipation in what's to come rather than to bring any relief, passing by his hard cock with its drops of precum oozing out of the head. I lick at his inner thighs as I push his legs wide apart. Looking up at his face, his eyes closed, I let my tongue move across his balls. His balls and cock shaved bare for me, the way he knows I like it, I lick, then suck, at his smooth sack.

His cock jerks as I open to take his balls into my mouth. To get them all in, I push his legs up towards his chest. This position having the added advantage of bringing his rosebud into access again for me. I tease his hole with my finger tip as I careful play with his balls in my mouth.

"Put it in me baby. I need to feel you inside me."

I open and release his balls.

"Are you ready to be fucked? Do you want my cock up your ass? Like yours has been up mine?"

My finger presses in, up to the first knuckle; which draws a gasp from him.

"Mmmmm, yesssss. Do it...do it now..."

I pull out my finger and run my tongue down from his balls into his ass. Eating his ass in earnest to make him moan and squirm for me.

"Hand me the lube then."

He lifts up his torso, searching around for it. It takes a moment before he spies it beside the bed. His hand shakes a little as he holds it out to me, and I take it with a smile when I pull my mouth from his ass.

I sit up and open the bottle, squirting a thick line of lotion along the length of the fake cock. Adding some to my palm before I rub the lube over the cock.

"Show me your ass again baby."

He rolls over and onto his knees to hold his ass up for me.

"Spread yourself."

His hands go back and he pulls his cheeks apart for me. Unable to resist, I use my tongue again, pushing it inside him several times as far as I can get it. Then my fingers, slick with lube, replace my tongue and I ease one, then two, inside him.

"Oh so tight..."

Moving closer, my fingers going in and out, I press the cockhead at his hole. Pushing it forward while pulling my fingers out, the tip spreads him and pops in as my fingers slide out. His head jerks up and I pause. Listening to him breathe, I wait.

"Go ahead. I'm ready."

My hands on his hips, I slowly work the cock up his ass. Fucking him with short, slow movements to allow him time to adjust to its size. Much as he had done with me that time so many years ago.

More than halfway in, I slide my hands up his back and onto his shoulders. Holding him, I lay my torso upon his back and push the toy in deeper. My arms go around his chest and I kiss and lick at his neck and shoulder.

"Stretch out your legs. Lay flat for me."

He struggles to move and I help him, moving my legs along with his, until we are prone together. Him face down on the bed with me on top, smashing my tits against his back as I rock my hips to work the cock in his ass.

"This is amazing..."

My fingers lock with his as I kiss his neck and upper back. He's moving under me now, moving to match my thrusts, to take the cock deeper up his ass.

"Let me move my leg."

He pulls his right leg up to the side, giving me more room, better access, and I move faster. This also allows room for my hand under him, and I find his cock: hard, leaking. I wrap my hand around it but I don't stroke him, only holding him with the motion of our bodies giving any movement of it within my fist.

"I'm going to cum. I can't take much more."

I can feel his cock pulsating as he empties, and I keep him and collect his load as best I can until my hand is filled with his sticky cum.

Once he stops, I lay quietly on his spent body, the toy still buried in his ass. Carefully pulling my hand out, I see the thick coating covering and between my fingers and palm. I pull my hand up higher to show him. And together we lick my fingers clean.

Afterwards, laying together in the bed, we cuddle and talk.

"I want you to keep it on."

"The strappie?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Giggles.

"Because you look so hot with it on. And I want to fuck you in the ass while you wear it."

"Like you're fucking another man, who just fucked you huh?"

More giggles.

"Mmmm, kinky boy."

My grin large in the dimming light of the room. Sure now that my new hair style was the correct choice for this night. 



Road Trip



Part l- Two of the girls have a brief interlude in Fran's basement only to be interrupted by Fran's mom who ends up joining them:

As much as Fran drove her crazy, Mrs. Lightner was still glad her daughter was home for the summer. She was relieved when she went off to college but now she was lonely and would be glad for the company. Fran and her friend Amy were now downstairs in the rumpus room and Mrs. Lightner was heading downstairs to join them.

As she got to the bottom step, she stopped in shock at what she saw. Her daughter was lying on the daybed and Amy was on her hands and knees and kneeling between Fran's legs. Amy's position was such that her short skirt had ridden up and her bare butt was now exposed. Mrs. Lightner longed for the days when her ass looked that good; well it never looked that good. Amy's ass was taught and smooth and oh so tan she couldn't take her eyes off it. When Amy moved her ass stuck out even further and that was when Mrs. Lightner noticed she wasn't, naked she was wearing one of those thong thingy's for underwear. How could a girl go all day with that little string between her butt cheeks? Well she knew she could never wear one, of course with her fat ass even her regular big girl panties got caught up her crack.

Then all of a sudden she realized just what Amy was doing, she had been gazing at her ass so hard she hadn't even noticed that the young girl had her face in the middle of her daughter's private place. At first, she was alarmed and wondered how Fran had allowed Amy to attack her like that. But when she saw the look of pure pleasure on Fran's face, she understood it was by mutual agreement. She could easily see Fran was having an orgasm and it excited her to witness it. Only then did she notice she had her hand down the elastic waistband of her pants and was busy massaging her own private spot. She felt the pleasure she had yearned for so many months. She also felt the juices flowing that she thought had disappeared forever long ago.  

Now excited beyond the boundaries of self-control or even common sense she walked over, knelt behind Amy and put her lips right between Amy's tight cheeks. Amy jumped but did not stop her mouthing of Fran and she simply reached around and pulled the tiny slip of material from between her cheeks giving access to Mrs. Lightner. Now this was something Mrs. Lightner had never done except in late night fantasies and she soon found that in real life it was much better than she had ever dreamed.

"Mom, what are you doing," Fran screamed.

"Oh god, Fran she licking my ass and it feels fucking fantastic. You go Mrs. L, you're going to make me cum."

Fran's mom didn't hear either one of the girls as she concentrated on the job at hand. The young girl spread her thighs further apart and lifted her derrière even higher, thus exposing her mons. As for Mrs. Lightner, she lunged for a taste of the girl's delightful sweet spot and didn't even consider the debauchery, that her nose was now inserted into Amy's rectum. She worked both of the girl's entries at the same time and soon Amy was screaming in the throes of orgasmic pleasures. Mrs. Lightner's face was now covered in the sweet cum juice of the young girl and it made her warm in that special place of hers.

"Mom, we need to talk..."

"Oh dear don't be mad at me I didn't mean to interrupt you two, it's just when I saw you I became a little aroused and I kinda lost my head."

"I don't care about that, it's just me and Amy and Heather want to take a road trip this summer. We won't be gone long; oh and I'll need some money too." 

"But Frannie I've missed you and I was hoping to spend some time with you this summer."

"That's OK Mrs. L. I've got just the thing to keep you from getting lonely."

She went to her handbag; the one that Mrs. Lightner thought looked more like an overnight bag than a purse. After rummaging around inside it for an eternity, she pulled out a cylindrical device and handed it to her.

"With all three of us girls going I won't be needing this and I'm glad to let you borrow it while we're gone." 

She handed it to Mrs. Lightner who brought it to her nose to catch just a whiff of Amy still on it. These young girls they never think of hygiene thought Mrs. Lightner but that thought did not keep her from touching the tip with her tongue. She almost cried when Amy took it back from her,

"Hear let me show you how it works."

She sat down on the wingback chair draping her legs over the arms. Her honey-pot was now completely exposed to Mrs. Lightner's view and she thought she looked delicious. She saw Amy flick a switch and heard a buzzing noise coming from the device. She now watched in fascination as Amy first inserted it inside her canal and then she began to rub it up and down her slit. Mr. Happy, for that is what Amy called her machine, ended up flat against her button of hidden pleasures. Even Mr. Lightner when he was around had never touched her button and her finger was the only thing ever to touch her there. In no time at all Amy was convulsing in a powerful orgasm so strong she jerked forward as she pulled the device from herself. 

Mrs. Lightner was in a trance, she had to try Mr. Happy. She held it in both hands as she told her daughter to help herself to the cash and credit cards in her purse upstairs. She then took the stairs two at a time in a rush to her bedroom to try Mr. Happy.

"If I had known that's all it took to shut up my old lady, I'd have given her mine months ago."

"I'll tell you what, your mom sure gives a mean rim job, and I'm going to want to try her again someday. Come on let's grab her cash, go get Heather and hit the road."

Meanwhile, in her bedroom, Mrs. Lightner had already experienced her first orgasm of the year and was well on her way to her second before the girls had left the house. Mrs. Lightner could tell this room was going to be the center of her world from now on. She already had more orgasms from Mr. happy in one hour than from Mr. Lightner the whole time they were married. 

When the girls picked up Heather, her first words were,

"Guess what, I not wearing panties and I didn't even bring any for the whole trip."

"That's funny, Fran's mom chewed on mine so much they were soaked so I took them off and left them in her bathroom. I thought her mom might like them as a souvenir so I'm panty less too."

Fran was not going to be the only one in the car dressed like an old lady so she reached up her dress and pulled her Lacey boy shorts off.

"Amy, pull over by that bus stop,"

Fran tossed her panties to a man sitting on the bench. As Amy pulled away, she watched in the rear view mirror as the man put Fran's panties to his nose and his hand to his crotch, it really turned her on, and she wished she had sniffed them first. Of course, they had no way of knowing but that man kept her panties for years. They were taken from the closed airtight plastic bag he kept them in to be enjoyed time and time again. Now the juicy wetness was long gone and nothing left but the stains from the young girl's pussy and his memories. Yet they still were his best pleasures and to him his most important asset 

Amy said, "Where to girls," as she drove down the boulevard. Fran said,

"Head north I know a little town where we can all get fucked tonight."

When Heather said she didn't think she could wait until nighttime, Fran crawled into the back seat, and stuck her head in Heather's pussy. As they sat at a streetlight, Amy watched Heather expose her giant breasts to a man on the corner. Of course, the stranger had no idea that the reason Heather was moaning and panting so hard was due to Fran's magic tongue working wonders on the poor horny girl. 

Amy couldn't take it any longer and she put her finger to her clit. She was so busy diddling herself she didn't notice when the light had changed. A blaring horn brought her back to reality, an angry man glared at her as he drove around her and she merely smiled as she put her pussy-coated finger into her mouth. 

Part ll-

A trip to San Louis Obispo provides both entertainment and some relief for the cock-starved girls: 

The girls hopped on the 101 and headed out of LA toward the north. There was no hurry except all the girls were horny and so they kept pushing Amy to drive faster. They drove along the coast but none were interested in the beautiful scenery as they passed it by. Finally just north of Santa Barbara Amy had to pull off the freeway for gas. The town of Goleta is mainly known for the university there and the stately residents of Santa Barbara look down their noses at the freethinkers who reside there. While Amy negotiated with the gas station attendant for the gas, the other two girls went to talk to two boys hitching along the freeway on ramp. Amy came out of the office wiping her mouth as she thought how lucky to get a tank of gas for only a blow-job. When Heather and Fran saw her, they came running over to tell her they wanted to give rides to the hitchhikers. As the boys stowed their backpacks and got into the car Fran went to the 7-11 next door to get condoms. Amy chuckled to herself as she saw Fran walking out of the store wiping her mouth. She thought to herself, "Huh, a box of rubbers cost the same as a tank of gas."

The two hitchers were named Tom and Chad, they were heading to San Louis Obispo to attend a festival, and as thanks for the ride, they invited the girls to go along with them. Fran and Heather were already picking which boy they wanted first. Heather thought she should get first choice as Fran and Amy got to give BJs back at the gas station. Fran didn't really care for she knew she would have both before the day was over. Fran told Heather she could have both for a while and she got into the front seat with Amy while the two guys got in the back with Heather. She wasted no time and as Amy was pulling back onto the freeway, Heather said,

"Oh Oh I forgot to wear my panties today, I hope you boys don't take advantage of me."

Then she pulled up her dress to show off her landing strip. Tom and Chad were both students at UCSB but still it didn't take a college man to understand what Heather wanted. Tom slipped her top down to expose her boobs and then the boys took turns making out with her and kissing her nipples. However, Heather wasn't interested in foreplay; she had enough of that with the girls all day. She was now ready for cock and took the lead by grabbing both boys by the crotch.

"Come on men get those pants down I want to check your equipment."

Fran handed her some rubbers and Heather put them on both boys. She asked who wanted to go first and when they couldn't decide they played rock, paper, scissor which Chad won. Heather sat on top and his cock plunged inside her. While everyone watched, including Amy as she drove, Heather rode Chad until he came. She hopped off Chad right onto Tom and did the same to him. After Tom filled his condom, Fran instructed the boy to give the used rubbers to her. She carefully knotted them together and hung them from the rear view mirror as a trophy.

Every time Amy glanced in her mirror, she would see the rubbers bouncing along and she found herself wishing there was some safe way to take one and just bite on it until it burst. It made her so hot to think of the sudden shot of cum that would be in her mouth. Although she didn't care for the taste of cum, she loved feeling the texture as it slowly slid down her throat. Somehow, Fran must have sensed the excitement surging through her body for she reached over and put her hand between Amy's legs.

"Amy, you're sopping wet, you are really creaming your jeans. I wish I could get down there and lap it all up."

Amy always the smart one, put the car into cruise control and then swung her leg onto the seat. Fran undid her seatbelt and once on her hand and knees put her face into Amy's sopping wet pussy. Amy grabbed a hand full of hair to hold her head in place while she rubbed her pussy up against Fran's face. When she came, she screamed and almost lost control of the car, finally after swerving across the highway she was back in her lane.

"Oh shit the cops are pulling me over."

Amy watched in the side view mirror as the tall good-looking CHP officer walked to her car. After asking for all the shit they always ask you for when they stop you, he asked what had happened for her to lose control of her car. Amy started to try to tell some lie but then she noticed him looking down her blouse.

"Officer, it is very hard to explain but if I could come sit in your car I could show you what happened."

She leaned out the window as she said this, and one of her boobs slipped out of her top. She casually pinched her nipple as she put her tit back where it belonged.

"OK young lady come show me, but this better be good."

As she got out of the car, she flashed her naked pussy to him, and when she heard him groan she knew she had him. As he sat behind the wheel, she unzipped him and pulled his cock out. He had a beautiful cock, long and smooth and her pussy ached for it but she just put her mouth on him. She knew he should have a rubber on but she couldn't cover this beauty up and of course, she was dying to taste his cum. He held her head much as she had held Fran's and when he came, he shot down her throat so fast she almost missed out on it. He told her he wished he could fuck her but he didn't dare as he was on duty so she gave him her number and he promised to call later. She kissed the tip of his dick one more time and got out of the car a free woman. She thought to herself, hum, a tank of gas, a box of rubbers and getting out of a ticket all cost the same, one blow-job. She also knew he would never call because she saw his wedding ring.

When she got back into the car, she couldn't believe it there were two more rubbers around her mirror.

"You guys are crazy, what if he had caught you, he might have thrown us all in jail."

"There's no way Amy, you had that guy so excited we could have stolen his tires and he wouldn't have noticed."

Once on the road again the boys were all cummed out and so tired they both fell asleep. 

"And they say women are the weaker sex, what a bunch of crap. Both of those guys are through and me and Heather are just warming up. How about you Amy, how was your cop friend?"

"He was hot but he wore a ring, I'd still like to do him, his cock was beautiful."

Heather told Amy that the guys said they were roadies for one of the groups in the festival and they could all stay with them for the weekend. Amy blurted out what all were thinking,

"Maybe we could fuck somebody famous."

The rest of the way was non-eventful unless you count another blow-job Amy had to give to another CHP officer that stopped them outside of Pismo Beach. This one was old and fat, Amy said his cum tasted like clams, and the girls called him the Pismo Cummer as they kidded her. They also managed to add two more trophies to Amy's mirror. Once they got to San Luis Obispo Chad showed the way to the college. When he leaned over Amy's seat he put his hands on her shoulder and Amy realized how horny she was as just his touch made her wet.

Once they were at the site, the boys passes got them waved through the gate and they headed to the trailers. Tom and Chad had been assigned one trailer and although it was small, it had two beds and there was more than enough room. Amy answered a knock at the door to find a gorgeous hunk of a man standing there. His name was Cyrus and he was the leader of the band that the boys worked for, by setting up their equipment. He told them there was some sort of problem and they hadn't even had a sound check yet. The boys took off to fix it and as Cyrus turned to leave, Amy took his hand and asked if he would stay to entertain them while the boys were gone. He looked them all over and grinned, and then Amy again grabbed him by the hand dragging him into the bedroom.

"I'm first cause I'm the horniest, I swear I've been giving BJs all day long and I haven't got fucked once"

Amy yanked down Cyrus' pants and pushed him on the bed. She climbed on his thighs and took his cock in her hand, coaxing an erection out of him. Once hard she grabbed a condom from her pocket and tore the wrapper,

"Now wait a minute little lady, I don't use those things, I'm bareback or no deal."

"Come on baby, I'm so horny and I just can't do you without a raincoat. Let me put it on you without touching your dick, I'll just use my mouth, give it a try, you'll like it." 

That got his interest up and he said for her to try it. The only thing Amy had put rubbers on with her mouth were hot dogs, on a day when Heather and her were goofing around. Well it had to be about the same so she popped the rubber in her mouth and then did the same with his dick. He was plenty hard and that made it easier, thank god, he wasn't so huge that she would need to push him down her throat to get it on.

Once she had the condom in place, she put herself over it sliding down until his balls were touching her ass. Oh, she needed this, Amy couldn't remember how many times she had cum today but this was her first cock and it felt so good deep inside her. She scraped her nails through the hair on his chest as she rode him fast and furious. When she came, she squeezed his nipples hard making him scream but he came too.

"Little darling that was great, I need to take you back to my trailer so you can meet my wife and maybe we can do a duo." 

They walked out of the bedroom holding hands only to find Fran and Heather fucking Tom and Chad side by side, seated on the couch. Chad told Cyrus the problem was minor and already fixed. Amy told them she was spending the night with Cyrus and would see them sometime tomorrow. After they left Chad said that Cyrus' wife was hot and he'd heard that she like doing threesomes with other girls. That gave the girls ideas and they leaned together and started making out. Tom laughed and yelled switch and the two girls traded partners.

Amy received the shock of her life as she entered Cyrus' trailer. His wife, Loraine was naked and bound up with ropes in such a way that she was completely exposed. Her ass was in the air and spread showing off her cute little rose bud. Her pussy looked wet and tempting to Amy and she felt her own fluids start to trickle down her thighs. Cyrus suggested a sixty-nine for the two ladies and Amy eagerly agreed. Once they were in position, Cyrus slipped his cock into his wife while Amy lapped at both with her tongue. When he came Amy couldn't help herself, she had to get a taste of his jizz and sucked it out of Loraine with gusto. The whole time she kept cumming in Loraine's face. She then turned around and made out with her, licking her own juices up between kisses. 

Amy was amazed at how fast Cyrus recovered and at his request; she showed Loraine how to put a rubber on with her mouth. This time when Cyrus came, he pulled the condom off and put in his wife's mouth allowing her to bite down and suck it clean. It made Amy so hot she had to put her cunt into Loraine's face for another orgasm. She helped Cyrus untie his wife and then they all fell asleep on the bed. During the night, she awoke to find Loraine sucking off her husband so she got behind and ate her while she sucked. 

Late the next morning Amy came back to the trailer, sore and for once thoroughly fucked out. Thoughts of Loraine were going through her mind, she kept thinking about the look of pure lust in her face. How would being bound up and vulnerable to anything your lover desired to do to you feel? Amy knew she would have to try this, already knowing she would love it. She walked in to a heap of naked flesh on the floor as they all slept still connected together. On the table alongside the bed were a pile of used condoms and Amy made a mental note to get some more.




Road Trip



Part lll-

A weekend of sex drugs and rock n roll but the sex is still the most fun:

Tom and Chad had to go set up the band, leaving the girls on their own until the show started. During breakfast, Amy talked about her evening with Cyrus and his wife. She mentioned how much fun Loraine was having, as she was bound and helpless allowing Cyrus and Amy to do with her as they wished. When the boys came back, they found Amy spread eagle, tied to the bed with towels. Fran was sitting on her face facing her feet and she was watching Heather tickle her feet with a feather they found somewhere. Amy's body was thrashing around as much as she could but her face was firmly planted under Fran's ample thighs. She held Amy's face to her pussy and the look on Fran's face was pure lust as she enjoyed her captive's tongue. 

As the guys watch, Tom told them he had scored some Ecstasy and wanted to take it before the festival started. Fran took Amy's dose and put it in her cunt to feed it to her. Amy was searching Fran's pussy looking for the little tablet and then she pulled her tongue from Fran's sex to show it on the tip of her tongue. After they all took their E, they decided they had better get ready before the drug took effect. Chad told them there was a film crew there to make a documentary so the girls made plans to make sure they would be filmed.

Heather wore a tiny little white dress and nothing underneath, it was so short her ass showed even if she lifted her hands over her head. She knew she had the best body of the three girls and she wanted to make sure everyone else would know it. When Amy saw what Heather was wearing, she decided to take off her bra so her big tits would bounce with every step she took. She was showing so much cleavage that the tops of her areolas poked out over the top of her blouse. Fran was the chunky one of the three, with a big butt and yet small tits she always felt left out when her friends played dress up. Today she had come up with a plan but refused to tell the girls what she did. By the time they were ready everyone was soaring due to the E and they were all ready to party.

They couldn't believe how crowed the place was and it looked like everyone was high on something. Tom volunteered to let Amy sit on his neck and once up there her bouncing boobs caught the attention of the film crew and they made their way over to the girls. Amy pulled her top down exposing her tits as she danced to the opening act. Heather started to dance as well, her dress lifted higher, and higher and soon all could see her heart shaped pubic patch. At the request of the film crew, she stopped dancing long enough to hold her dress up high enough that they could get a good shot of her design. That just left Fran and one of the crew noticed her and asked her what she had. As an answer, Fran pulled her top off exposing her A-cups where she had written, 'Hi Mom' across her boobs. She then turned around to show them her big ass and when she pulled down her shorts, she had the word 'Love' on one cheek and the word 'You' on the other. Everyone around her cheered as she first shook her tits and then turned around and wiggled her ass.

When Cyrus and his band finished the boys took the girls to their dressing room to meet them. Although none of the girls had ever been groupies, it was more because that they didn't have a favorite band than any other reason. Cyrus was glad to see Amy again but only offered her to the band, as he wanted Heather. Amy found it so erotic that she was being shared as if she was nothing more than a joint or maybe a bottle of wine. She was never asked what she preferred, merely doing as she was told to. She and Fran Sucked off everybody in the band as Heather fucked Cyrus.

Later that night after finally coming down from the drugs and just about asleep Amy began reflecting on the day's events. Still a young woman she had never thought on dominance and submission in regards to sexual activity. She had never noticed before had aroused she became when she had no control on how her body was used. Furthermore when she had been used more as an object than a woman she remembered being more turned on than ever before. It wasn't that she had never had these feelings before it was just she had not recognized them for what there were. She knew in her heart that in the morning she needed to talk with Loraine to see if she could help her straighten out these needs. Amy woke up late the next morning; she jumped up, threw on some clothes, and ran to Cyrus' trailer. It was empty and the couple had already left for their next gig. Years later as a sexually confused middle-aged woman, Amy would rue the day she missed talking her sexually over with Loraine.

As she walked back to her trailer Amy noticed almost all the evidence that there had been a musical event here was gone and she knew it was time to get back on the road again. She walked in to the girls giving Tom and Chad a good-bye screw and wished she had been here to join in but it was too late now. She took a quick shower, got dressed, and threw her things in her bag. When she came out the boys were ready to head back south to Goleta. Amy offered to give them a good-bye blow-job but both the boys were tired and hung over so they declined. She went in to see how Fran and Heather were doing and as soon as they were ready, they were on the road again. 

"Where to girls, shall we keep heading north?"

They decided to hop on highway 1 and follow it up the coast toward Monterey. When they saw the sign for Hearst Castle, they stopped to see it. First Amy managed to swap one of her fabulous blow-jobs for tickets to the castle for all three and then once there they found a caretaker who showed them a private bedroom containing a bed once slept in by Pope somebody or something. The girls fucked this guy senseless and then they did his brother, who worked there also. The bed was hard and uncomfortable, maybe the reason being it was five hundred years old.

Part lV-

On the road to Big Sur, some scenery some sex and some excitement:

After their short but educational tour, they got back on the road heading north as always. Less than an hour on the road Fran said they had to pull over and hike down to the beach. She told the girls the sight would be unforgettable. Once they found a place to park, they had to hike a long way around the dunes to a path that led to the narrow beach below. It was cold on the beach and the girls were not dressed for it but once around the last dune, they at last saw what Fran wanted and it truly was amazing. The beach was filled with gigantic sea lions and at first sight, they looked dead but quickly, they noticed it was a mass of living flesh. One of the behemoths would move and as pebbles in a brook, it would cause ripples of blubber across the whole pod. Every so often one would impose on the space of another causing a fight but clearly, they were all too exhausted to fight for long and it was more bellowing that combat.

They saw a photographer with a camera on a tripod taking pictures of the sight. He explained to them that these were all males, they had been out in the ocean mating all day and night, and now they were resting on the beach too tired to move or even eat. Amy said that it looked like males were the same in every species, even the photographer laughed at that one. He pointed to the sea lions still out in the water,

"Those are the beta males who are not allowed to mate, not even allowed on the beach."

As he said it, one of them tried to come on shore and the animals around it attacked him at once.

"That's the law of the wild; the losers never get sex or even a break."

Heather ruffled his hair,

"What's a matter baby, are you a poor beta male who never gets any?"

"Well I never get the pretty ones like you three." 

Of course, the girls took this as a challenge and took the poor guy right there on the beach. Fran took a blanket from his bag and spread it out as Heather always the first one to undress, pulled her dress off. Meanwhile Amy went to work on the photographer by pulling his pants down to his ankles. She got down on her knees and began to stroke his cock until it was at full attention. She swallowed him to his pubic hair in one move and began sucking him with vigor. Heather tapped her on the shoulder,

"Damn it Amy save some for us, don't make him cum yet."

Reluctantly Amy pulled him from her mouth and Heather pushed him down on the blanket. She first put a raincoat on him and then mounted him cowgirl style. Meanwhile Fran kneeled beside his face and as she lightly pinched his nipples, she made out with him. Amy then leaned into Heather and made out with her as she rode the photographer. He came right away, as they knew he would and as an added treat for him, they let him watch as all three made love together. He asked if he could photograph them as they enjoyed each other and they all said yes, always eager to show off both their bodies and their talents. 

The photographer could not believe his good fortune and even though the sex had been fantastic, the sex scene unfolding before him was magical. It was not one staged by actors and framed by directors, it was real sex with the flaws and missed shots only making it that much more believable. When Fran saw that he had grown another erection she asked him to join them and then they all took turns screwing him as the others held the camera. By the time they lost the light, he had screwed all three at least once and Heather twice. The whole time they were right beside the pod of sea lions and not only the amazing sight of them but noises they made was a great backdrop for the film.

When he asked where they were heading they said north, he told them it was a long way to find a place to stay. He offered his tiny studio/apartment for the evening and they accepted. Once inside his cramped quarters he played their video for them and even they were impressed. Fran asked him to send a copy to her home and was shocked when she said she wanted it for her mother to see. That night the photographer made like a male sea lion and slept on the floor too exhausted from mating the three sexy young girls to make more love or even to eat. As for the girls, they kept replaying their video getting turned on and acting out scenes from the film.

The next morning he was up early and now refreshed made the girls a breakfast of pancakes and eggs, which they all devoured with vigor. As they got ready to leave, he told them they had given him an unforgettable day and that he was sure would never be topped in his lifetime. Yet to the girls it was just another afternoon of excitement and they were all sure it would be topped many times. As a thank you Heather pushed him on the bed and fucked him one more time, it was just a quickie and she didn't even bother taking her dress off. As soon as he came, they left and when Amy spied the pile of used rubbers on the nightstand, she grabbed them to add to their collection. When they got in the car, she noticed their old collection was now dried out and gross looking so she took them off the mirror and tied them to the photographer's antenna. With the new collection of used rubbers attached to her mirror, they again took off looking for places to see and people to fuck.

Not even five miles up the road, they came to a large resort with a restaurant and gift shop and knew they had been tricked by the photographer. It didn't bother them as they had enjoyed their evening and besides the night plus the meal cost them only a fuck apiece. If you added in the free video of them frolicking with the sea lions it was well worth it. As for the photographer, he quickly sold the rights to his film and when it went viral, he made a fortune. Yes, he thought it truly was one of the most fortunate days of his life. This of course was unknown to the girls as they made their way up lonely highway one. They had no idea that soon they would be famous and noticed everywhere they went.

Along the way, Amy stopped often so they all could see the local scenery as it was quite beautiful. On one side of the road were cliffs leading down to the craggy coastline. They would watch the waves crashing on the shore in such regular timing it was almost trance-like. The other side of the highway was cloaked in a dense forest and if they noticed a trail, they would follow it. The trees were thick and it was almost dark under them. On one trail, they came to a fast running brook and it was all so peaceful the three of them sat against a giant boulder and soon fell asleep.

When they awoke, they were cold and stiff but it got even worse when they went back to their car and found it gone. This caused some panic to the women and that fear got worse when they found their cells had no reception there. They stood on the side of the highway as not a single vehicle came by for what seemed like hours. Finally just before darkness set in, a clunky old SUV carrying an old man with a full scraggly beard pulled over. He asked them if they needed a ride and when they told him about their car, he said that it was probably towed away by the county. He offered them a ride to where he was going and said they could call about the car once they were there.

As he drove along, He told them he was an artist, that he was headed to a place called Nepenthe Lodge as he had a show there. He said they were welcome to join him for dinner and to see his showing. To the girls the lodge looked like something out of an old sixties movie. Fran said she remembered her mother telling her of this place. She said it was a famous artist hang out and that her mother use to come here often when she was young. The lodge was now old and tired but as they had no place to go and no way to get there, they accepted the offer. Amy got the number of the local impound yard and found that they indeed had her car but that she would have to pick it up in the morning. She went back to join the girls for dinner and as they waited for the artists show to open she told them they were stuck here until the next day.

Part V-

The girls model for the artist after being pleasured by him and then head for home:

As they ate the artist talked of textures and nuances, of wafting aromas and hints of mesquite but Heather kept thinking she rather have a cheeseburger and fries. He talked about the wine forever, the nose, the hint of tannin, the whatever, to Fran it seemed the same as the kind her mother bought in gallon jugs at the supermarket. When the desert was finally served, Amy wondered if she should eat it or was it there just to look at. They were all bored and when the artist suggested they look at his work they jumped at the chance. There were maybe twenty paintings at the showing and they all had one thing in common, they were all of naked women. Some were posed demurely, others bordered on pornos with vaginas displayed, and anuses exposed. His work was good if you liked those sorts of things. Fran whispered in Heather's ear that she would much prefer to gaze at her pussy than some painting on the wall. This made Heather giggled and she turned to flash Fran just as the artist looked over. He smiled at her boldness and said he would like to paint her sometime.  

It was after midnight before the artist was ready to leave; the girls were both bored and tired. He drove them up a dark narrow road until they came to a gated drive. He pushed a button on his visor and the large gate openly slowly. Still climbing they rode the drive to the top of a hill and to the view of a million stars. The girls being from the city could not believe all the stars in the sky. He drove up to a large house made of rock, they could tell it was old and it looked very regal. Amy couldn't believe the artist lived there, he looked like a hermit and so did his car. She started to say something to Fran about it but then she remembered seeing some of the price tags on his artwork.

The artist took them all straight to his bedroom and inside was a huge bed. It was the largest Heather had ever seen and all four of them would fit easily. The artist undressed in front of them and soon stood there completely naked. His body was old and frumpy but his cock was large and stood out proud before him. Fran said,

"Well girls it looks like we get to fuck an old man. Who wants first?"

The old man answered,

"Don't worry, there is plenty of me for all of you, I've had my little blue pill." 

Heather had no idea what he was talking about but she was ready so she pulled off her dress, jumped on the big bed and posed like one of the paintings they had seen.

He knelt between her legs and fingered her slowly; it felt good to her as she relaxed. Just as with dinner, the artist talked about the nuances of making a girl cum while he rubbed her pussy. He reached for a bottle on his nightstand,

"This is grape seed oil and it is the finest lubricant you could ever use. Girl, do you feel it warm to your skin? Do you see how easy my second finger now fits inside you?"

Fran, watching in fascination saw that he was rubbing the outside wall of Heather's pussy. Next, she saw him place his other palm on her tummy and she could see he was pressing on both sides of Heather. She began to squirm as she panted trying to hump his fingers. She pinched her nipples, then pulled her hair and suddenly screamed that she was cumming. The artist smiled and simply said that's once. He slowly began again and Heather begged,

"No, no, I can't stand, it's too sensitive, it's, oh god that feels so good."

The artist worked his fingers inside her and soon it was three, then four, then he announced he was going to put his whole hand inside her. She told him no but made no effort to stop him and she cried out in pain as he forced his hand up her twat. He held his hand motionless as Heather screamed for him to take it out. Just as Fran was ready to intercede for her friend, Heather's cries of pain turned to moans of passion. As the girls watched, Heather grabbed the artist's wrist and began a fucking motion as she held it tight inside her pussy.

"God damn it what are you doing to me, my pussy is on fire, oh don't stop, please don't stop I'm gonna cum, Ahh."

Still holding the old man's wrist in a death grip she sat up only to see that a hand was actually inside her and all five fingers were moving at one time. Once again, she came and then fell back to exhausted to move.

The artist said that's three and ever so slowly let his hand slip from her vagina. He said, "Who's next," and Amy said there was no way it looked too scary. Heather grabbed her arm,

"You have to let him Amy that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

Amy was convinced and undressed, leaving Fran the only one in clothes. The artist told her he would do both Amy and her at the same time so she took her clothes off and climbed in next to Amy. As the artist knelt between the two of them, Heather watched as the girls made out and sucked each other's breasts while the artist drove them crazy with his magic hands. Amy came first but Fran followed soon after and the artist worked on both girls until they each had their allotment of three orgasms.

Exhausted and spent sexually the three girls slept the sleep of the dead. Curled up together, the artist liked what he saw and while they slept, he worked all night trying to get the image on canvas. The lighting in the room was not good but he used it and put in the shadows as they appeared. As a man on a mission, he needed neither sleep or nourishment and his brush flew over his work. By first light, he was finished and pleased as he looked at it with a critical eye. As with all his works, he judged it by his groin, if he didn't feel it with his balls the piece was a failure. He felt his erection throbbing and wondered which girl would stir first for she was to be his first fuck of the day.




Road Trip



Fran turned out to be number one as she got up to pee. However, when the artist presented his hard-on to her she decided to wait to pee until later. She took him in her hand and thought of the thrill she always got when she held a man's erection for the first time. The artist helped her climb up on the large table in the room and then instructed her to get down on all fours. She wondered how he knew that doggy was her favorite position as she leaned forward to expose herself more for him. She watched between her spread thighs as he rolled a rubber down his thick shaft. Already wet he entered her with ease and he worked her with long slow strokes. She reached under and began stroking her clit as he began to pump faster. He was so deep inside her when he came that she could feel the jizz filling the condom against her cervix. Neither heard the other girls get up so they were surprised to hear them clapping as the artist climaxed.

Fran jumped down and ran to the bathroom, as now she really had to urinate. When she came back from the bathroom, she joined the rest as they looked at the new painting. Heather thought that the video the photographer took was better than this painting but she said nothing. All Amy could think about was the thunderous orgasms that the artist had given to her the night before and she hoped he would give her some more.

Breakfast was strong coffee and stale bagels that they all ate hungrily. The artist now too tired to keep his eyes open told the girls how to get to where their car was and gave them his car keys. He told them just to leave the car there and he would pick it up later. When they left, he was already sound asleep snoring loudly. At the impound lot they found the only way they could get their car was to give blow-jobs to all three employees on duty. At least Heather and Fran did their part and the three were back on the road in no time.

They kept heading north until they got to Monterey where they planned to stop for lunch. They didn't care for the town, as it seemed to be full of old snooty people. There were tearooms and restaurants but no fast food places. The town was all real estate agents and art dealers and in the end, they never even stopped and drove straight through. When they got to a junction with highways traveling in all directions Amy stopped and asked which way they wanted to go. It didn't take long for all to agree it was time to head home. They found highway 101 and took it south, it was boring but it was fast and they were home before midnight. As Amy drove all three reflected on their adventure and they all agreed that the road trip surpassed any ideas they had on how it would be.

All three girls walked into Fran's house to find her crying,

"Oh Amy, I'm so sorry I broke your Mr. Happy."

"You didn't break it you just wore out the batteries. Let me go to my bag I always keep backups."

When the other two girls left, Amy took Heather home but instead of going home herself, she headed back up north. She had to have some more of the artist.



Road Trip



Music's playing, her eyes on the road as she drives to nowhere in particular. They just had to get away from it all. One hand slides directly from the steering wheel to her dripping yet tender snatch, she slides her middle finger up and down her flesh, making her drip even more and moan softly. She rips her hand away and firmly places it back on the wheel, she looks in the rearview mirror and sees him sleeping.

They've been meaning to get away for the longest time, but one thing after another held them back. Not this time, after months of waiting, they hit the road. Anxious, they packed the night before, securing their bags in the trunk of her car. Her hand leaves the wheel and goes back to her snatch, moaning. 

She rotates her hips slowly as if dancing to the song that's playing. Again, she rips her hand away and places it back on the wheel. If she keeps teasing herself, she's going to have to pull over, wake him up, and fuck him in the backseat. Which, doesn't sound like a bad idea, really. 

She pulls over, puts it in park, and shuts it off. She turns in her seat so she can see him. He wakes up, looking around confused as to why she stopped. She smiles at him.

"Why'd we stop?"

"I want to fuck."

"How come that doesn't surprise me?"

"Because, I'm always horny and you know it."

She releases the seatbelt, crawls into back, and straddles him. Thankful that she decided on the dress without panties. She grinds herself down on to him hard, feeling the start of a hardon. She continues grinding until she can feel him growing harder.

She maneuvers so she can get up and back to undo his jeans, pulling them and his boxers over his ass. She promptly straddles him again, reaching between them, she grabs his cock, and slowly, inch by agonizing inch, slides down. Completely impaled, she leans forward and kisses him passionately which he returns. She thrusts her tongue in and out of his mouth, sucking on his tongue and matching her thrusts on his cock.

Breaking off the kiss she moves harder, harder, faster, faster she moves up and down his cock. Moaning, groaning, grunting, and growling into his mouth. He moans when she rotates into him. Both hands on his shoulders, she pummels his cock as it's pummeling her insides. 

"Oh god, yes! Give it to me baby!"

"I love your cock! I feel so full!"

She grinds into him harder. His hands have migrated to her breasts, over her dress, he mashes them into shapes that they really can't make. She moans in delight and grinds even harder and starts using her pc muscles to make herself even tighter. Which he loves! 

She removes her right hand from his shoulder to run it through his thick, dark hair. After a few 'run throughs' she grabs it and pulls it back and he purrs! Her pussy is on fucking fire and she absolutely loves it! 

"I want you behind me." 

With some clever maneuvering on her part, they change positions. Her breasts smashed against the backseat, she pulls her dress up above her ass cause she knows he loves her meaty ass. He moves into position, smashing her even more into the backseat, she tips her hips, pushes back, and he slides in easily. With his hands on her hips, he wrecks her. She is at his mercy and she is not complaining.

Her pussy quivers, quickly she moves her hand to her clit and rubs furiously, bringing her climax to the top and over. Spreading her legs further apart, he goes even deeper! God, he fills her! She moans loudly, digging her nails into the seat she clenches her muscles again, triggering his need to pound her even harder, so hard it hurts, and he cums.

One final thrust, which lifts her up off the seat, he moves away and slightly turns to sit down beside her. 

"WOW!"

"What's 'wow'?"

"You."

"Mmm."

She turns around and sits beside him, trying to catch her breath before climbing into the front seat. Which doesn't take long, she gives him a quick kiss, a 'thank you', and climbs back to the driver's seat. Once back into the driver's seat, she looks in the mirror to see him pull his boxers and jeans back up. She catches his eye in the mirror and both smile. She's spent, for now.

Pulling her seatbelt on, she starts the ignition, putting it in drive, and they're off!



Road Trip



Me and the boyfriend, Kyle, are on a road trip. Not the corny kind, like the ones you see in movies. I doubt we'll be having any sort of huge learning curves during our time on the road. We'd just left our home state last night after a couple of hours of driving. It was kinda late, and we'd left in a hurry to get away from the somewhat... homophobic parents. We'd said we'd go to Hawaii, but whether that's where we'll end up, I have no idea. 

Too tired to keep driving, and with Kyle not having learnt to drive, we pull over at a sort of cheapish motel and book a room for the night. We don't do much other than cuddle and sleep that night, though I'm sure if I'd been more awake, I might've been up for a little late night fun. 

That said, if he'd wanted it, I would hardly have argued. I've always been pretty submissive, sexually, and I always bottomed for my last boyfriend, but that was about as far as it went. Kyle on the other hand... he seemed to enjoy me being so submissive a lot more than my ex. 

And that shows the next morning. 

"Morning, gorgeous," he smiles, kissing me as I open my eyes. I just moan sleepily in response, kissing back as best I can while I'm still half dead to the world. He waits with me while I wake up a little more, putting his arm around me when I cuddle up to him, not really wanting to get out of bed. After a while, he announces to me that he's gonna have a shower, and doesn't wait for me to reply before getting out of bed and fucking off to shower. 

Groaning, I roll onto my back and lie there in bed, waiting for him to come back. Usually, I'd go in with him, but I seriously doubt my ability to do more than just stand there and lean on him. 

"Thought you would've come with me," he says, walking back in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I shrug, yawning. I stretch out, smiling as he strokes my cheek. "That said, you're welcome to join me, if you don't mind having another shower," I chuckle a little, getting up and stripping kinda slowly as he pretends to think about it. I smile a little, feeling his eyes on me as I get down to just my boxers. "Coming?" I ask, earning myself a small smirk. 

I flash him a sort of 'come get me' looks as he gets up, before walking into the bathroom, deliberately swaying my hips a little in an almost girlish walk. He comes and gets me alright, hugging me from behind in the shower, his already semi-hard dick pushing against the small of my back. I hum, pressing myself back against him as he slides his hands down to my hips. I turn as he lets out a hum of his own, hugging his waist and smiling when he kisses my nose.

I put my hands on his hips and he squeezes my ass a little, kissing my head as I rest it on his shoulder. I hum and grope his ass a little, making him chuckle. I grin at him, kissing back a little harder when he kisses me. He doesn't quite match it, and I figure I might as well have a little fun with it while I'm here, even though we both know that I won't be the one topping. That is, if he even lets me have sex with him. Sometimes, he just teases me, just because he knows I won't do anything about it except complain if he doesn't let me cum.

He hums as I grope him properly, biting down on his lip as I tease him, slipping my hand around into his ass crack and making like I'm about to finger fuck him. Which I don't. He tuts at me. 

"You tease."

"Just thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine." He pouts and I giggle a little. 

"Meanie," he says. 

"You're welcome to top instead, if you'd like," I murmur in his ear, nibbling at the lobe a little. 

He chuckles, "Would you expect any less from me?" I tease him some more with a smile on my face, ignoring when he gives me a teeny growl. 

He pins me up against the cold tiles, forcing a little gasp from me as the contrast in temperature shocks my nerve endings. I respond to the smirk he flashes me with a submissive face, looking up at him from under my lashes as best I can, given that we're roughly the same height. He pushes his lips against mine hard, taking my cock in his hand and roughly fondling me when I don't quite match the pressure. I hold back a moan as he teases me, jerking me off for a few seconds, and then stopping. He keeps it up for a couple of minutes until I give him the needy moan that he's been waiting for. 

He flips me over, so I'm facing the wall and I hum, letting out another moan as he stretches me. He kisses my shoulder as he lubes up as best he can with his spit, but I barely feel his lips, concentrating more on relaxing my ass enough for him to enter me. 

Normally he would start off pretty gentle, before slowly working up to a good, hard fuck. Today, there's barely any build up to that, almost like he's trying to teach me a lesson -- don't try to dominate the guy who is effectively your dom. I try to hold back my loud moans as his pelvis slaps against my ass, but it's kinda useless and soon all I can hear is the sound of him fucking me, the shower running, and my begging for release. 

He keeps his hands on my hips, though, squeezing hard enough that I'm sure it'll leave a mark for a couple of hours after. I groan, frustrated as he refuses to touch my cock, letting out a whine when he grabs my wrists, holding them up above my head just to make sure I don't try to get myself off. 

My dick throbs and begins to ache as I try to push it up against something -- anything -- to push me over the edge, but the bastard has me angled too far away from the wall and there's nothing else to use to help myself. I moan helplessly, bucking back against him into every thrust to try and get him to his own edge faster so that he might decide to let me cum.

He moves my wrists into the grip of one hand, pulling on my hair with the other as he begins to throb within me. I feel a gasp escape me as he tugs a little harder, pumping his load into me. He chuckles a little as I let out a low moan, realising that I'm probably gonna be teased all day now. 

He reaches over and turns the water off, pulling me out of the shower, his cock still buried within me, and hard. I groan quietly at the sensation of him still moving within me as he dries us both off, his hand still around my wrists. He kisses my neck, making me tilt my head so he can reach better. I know the hickey's coming before he even does it, yet I still complain a little when I feel him latch onto my skin. He just laughs quietly and pulls out of me, pushing my boxers into my hand. 

I feel a small part of myself revel in the feeling of his sticky cum oozing out of my hole as I pull them on and smile to myself a little. Looks like this is gonna be an interesting day.