3 comments/ 43898 views/ 3 favorites Cadillac By: ClaudiaNovotny Logan airport is horrid! Horrid, Horrid, HORRID! But then, I feel that way about all airports and on this particular July afternoon my bad temper had everything to do with a delayed flight and jet lag and little to do with the stresses of US Immigration and Boston traffic. It always helps to blame something that can't shout back though. I was past tired. My body knew it was two-thirty in the morning but my brain was in denial, leaping from thought to thought making the world seem loud and highly coloured. 'You can sleep in the car', Emma had said when we planned the trip; 'It'll only take four hours to get to Maine'. And now there was no sign of my cousin. I love her to bits, but I really didn't see why we couldn't have spent the first night at her apartment in Somerville. My tears were starting to cloud my view when I spotted her blonde head bobbing towards me through the crowd in arrivals. I tried to pout at her but without looking too cross. But who could be cross with Emma for any length of time? She's adorable in a totally guileless completely insuppressible way. When Emma 'came out' a couple of years before, I had been the person she'd turned to, confided in, worked through her feelings with and we had become so very close; closer than most sisters. With bags in both hands I was helpless as she flung her arms round me, her mouth closing on mine and her hands slipping under my sweatshirt and roving over my back. All my anger flowed away but I could feel myself blushing as she leaned close to my ear whispering... 'Mmmmmm... no bra; but it's far too warm to wear this sweatshirt...' Dropping my bags, I swatted her away playfully, but it was oh, sooo lovely to be together again. Emma is usually right, and just over four hours later we were checking-in to the Holiday inn at Bar Harbor. I had slept some in the car and pretended some to be asleep when the back of Emma's hand stroked against my thigh, stretching sleepily at her touch and feeling my skirt ride higher, wondering if she sensed my panties were still at the airport. Now we had arrived, my brain had chosen to desert me. I was rambling incoherently as I tipped the bell boy, hardly remembering passing through Reception and just vaguely aware of Emma's hand on my bottom in the elevator. Minutes later I was in bed, still wearing my sweatshirt and spooning with Emma... but kind of aware that I was wearing only my sweatshirt now. I snuggled into Emma's back, hugging her and feeling her breasts resting against my arm through the softness of her T shirt. My eyes closed and I was asleep. Oh my God! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!!!! I sat up with a start as sirens howled and red lights flashed and my poor brain struggled to join the dots. 'Oh, BUGGER!' yelled Emma, never one to waste an expletive, 'Fire alarm!' It was dark and really quite chilly as I slipped into my sneakers and Emma grabbed a hoodie and wriggled into it before we stumbled our way out to the parking lot. There were hunky firefighters everywhere and several fire engines. Emma and I sat huddled together on a grass bank, watching as other guests began to wander about and the hotel was being checked. I watched a woman in an oversize T shirt walk past us and with a start, I remembered how little we were wearing. Emma must have read my mind because at that moment, I felt her fingers slip inside my sweatshirt and circle my nipple... 'I think we need to move somewhere more private' she said, 'Let's go watch the sun come up'. Twenty minutes later, we were sitting on top of Cadillac Mountain, holding each other close and watching the pink and purple hues as the horizon in the East began to lighten, the rising sun glowing like a golden jewel. It was misty; not the cold, wet, penetrating mist, but the kind that's comforting and wraps around you like a duvet. At last I felt mellow and content with life. We kissed, then gazed into each other's eyes and our connection snapped back into place. My hand slipped between Emma's thighs and I felt her legs part for me. She lay back in the dew and i kissed her again; more deeply this time, our tongues finding each other. I heard my voice, working by itself but loud and clear in the dawn light; 'I love you, Emma Maidens... In a cool, cousins-with-benefits kinda way'. And in that instant, as I watched her eyes glaze over and a gasp escaped her lips, I knew everything in our world was good. We would have an amazing vacation, yes, but that special bond between us is for life. Cadillac Climax As we drove home in the big car I sat snuggled up to John with my head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy and content. Also sort of horny, but it was late and I really didn't think John would want to do anything but go to bed when we got home. That would be okay as long as I got to go to sleep in my lover's arms. By the time we got to the house, I was needing a kiss very badly. I had gotten used to being held and kissed, and I needed a regular fix. John parked the car and pushed the button to close the garage door, but he didn't get out. He unfastened his seat belt, turned to me, and I was in his arms. We were both so eager for our kiss that our teeth clashed, but we didn't care. Our mouths were open wide as we kissed hungrily, and our tongues played with each other. Our kiss seemed to release all the passion and need that had been building up inside me all day. I took a handful of John's hair and used it to keep his mouth hard against mine, and my other hand roamed over his big shoulders and back. I could hear myself making little noises. John's hand slid onto my breasts and found my nipples already hard and erect in anticipation of his touch. I used my free hand to yank my tee shirt up around my neck and in my armpits so his hand would be on my bare skin. He squeezed and pinched my nipples a little roughly, and I would have told him to do it even harder if my mouth hadn't been busy. We had never gotten passionate in the car before, but I didn't care, I would have done it on the front lawn if he wanted to. He slid his hand down over my tummy and onto my thighs, and I opened them eagerly and raised my hips to help get his hand where I wanted it. I put my hand on top of his and pressed it hard to my crotch and kissed him even more passionately. It felt like my pussy was positively gushing, and I wished I had been wearing a skirt so he could reach my button or put a finger into me. I put my hand in his lap and was delighted to find a big, hard Herman lying along his thigh inside his pants. I started stroking him through the fabric, and he got even bigger. John popped open the snap at the top of my jeans and then started working the zipper down. I got the idea and started unbuckling his belt and kicking off my sneakers. I got his belt undone and was working on his top button when he got my zipper open, then he pushed me down onto the seat on my back, breaking our kiss. Then we were both frantically working to get my jeans off me as quickly as possible. I lifted up and pushed my jeans and panties down over my butt and hips while he pulled on the cuffs, and we had me bare except for tee shirt and sox in no time. He quickly ripped his pants open and got them and his boxers down while I tried to figure out what to do with my legs. John took an ankle in each hand and got one of my feet propped up on the dashboard and the other hooked over the back of the seat. He knelt on the seat behind the steering wheel, and Herman was sticking straight out, bouncing and looking right at me with his one little eye. When John lowered himself to his hands and knees, I could feel the tip of his penis nosing around in my crotch, feeling for my entrance. When I raised my knees to help him, Herman found the exact spot he was looking for. I must have been really open and ready, because he gave one good shove and I had the full hot, hard, throbbing length of his penis buried to the hilt in my eager pussy. It was cramped, the car seat was uncomfortable, my legs were in an awkward position, the overhead garage lights were glaring through the windshield into my eyes, the seat belt latch was digging into my side, the top of my head was jammed against the armrest on the door, and it was wonderful! I used my arms to pull John down to kiss me, and when he did I stuck my tongue into his mouth as far as it would go. He started moving Herman in and out of me, and I shifted my legs so I could hook my ankles around the backs of his thighs. Then I used my gymnast's legs to lift my hips and meet him every time he thrust into me, and that got him really deep. My face and neck felt hot, and I started sweating. John increased the tempo and force of his thrusts, and I held still for a moment to time it just right. I knew I was about to come, and I wanted to make it a really big one. When he pulled back almost all the way out I knew he was going to slam his penis into me really hard, so I jerked my hips up off the seat as hard as I could to meet him as he gave a really strong thrust. Our pubic bones banged together, but I didn't care because it caused Herman's tip to crash into my cervix, and that's just what I wanted. All the passion and wanting that had been released by that first kiss seemed to explode inside me when my orgasm started. There was a sharp stab of pain when Herman's tip hit the far reaches of my vagina and kept going, but that only seemed to make my climax more intense. It was like two bombs going off at the same time, one in my pussy and the other in my head. Every cell in my body was suddenly having an orgasm. It even felt like my hair was coming. John was pounding his penis into me as deep and fast as he could, and I held my hips up as high as possible to let him penetrate me to my furthest depths. Every deep thrust into my tender pussy reached a spot that sent waves of orgasm to every part of my body. I screamed, I scratched, I sweated, I shrieked through clenched teeth, I strained, I cried, and most of all I came. I was being impaled, I was being hurt, I was being sweated on, I was being skewered, I was being stretched, I was being punished, and most of all I was being fucked. Wonderfully, totally, gloriously fucked! I don't know if I had one long, huge climax or dozens of them without a rest in between. Once I started coming, though, I didn't quit. Instead of reaching the peak of my orgasm and coming down, that hard, piercing plunge of John's penis sent me over and I just stayed there as he continued to ram into me. Every time I started to come down from my peak even a little, a thrust from Herman would send me right back up there again. Every time our sweaty bodies collided there was a wet smack. I completely lost all awareness of time and place. I didn't care where I was or how long it lasted, I was COMING and nothing else existed for me. Finally John's thrusts slowed, and I heard myself yell at him not to stop and to keep fucking me hard and fast. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and thrust my hips even harder to keep my orgasm going. I was streaming sweat, and when I opened my eyes I could see a steady stream of sweat dripping off John's face and chest and down onto me. My legs were shaking with the effort of keeping my hips raised to him, and our bodies were so wet that they slid against each other. I was still trying to keep my climax going, but John kept slowing his strokes until he finally stopped. I wasn't ready to stop coming, and I desperately kept trying to lift myself up to him to get more. He finally put his hand on my chest and pushed me down flat on the seat, and that caused Herman to leave my vagina with a wet plop . I gradually started to become aware of where I was and what was happening. John was kneeling sideways behind the steering wheel, looking down at me, and we were both gasping for breath. My hair was soaked, and the leather upholstery under me was hot and wet. I had no idea how long my orgasm had lasted, but it had obviously been the longest I'd ever had. John asked me if I was okay, and I was able to tell him I wasn't really sure but I thought so. He said that he had gone on as long as he could, but he finally just had to stop. He told me that I had come continuously for over ten minutes, and he had gotten worried about me. He had never seen anything like that before, and he was afraid I was going to hurt myself. John turned on the seat and opened his door. He stood up and pulled his pants, shorts, and shoes off and left them on the garage floor. He came around to my side, opened the door and told me to sit up. I was so weak and exhausted that he had to help me. My soaked tee shirt was still in a wad up under my chin and in my armpits, and even my sox were wet from all the sweat. John helped me off with my shirt and sox, and we just left them on the floor. He had to help me out of the car, and I could hardly stand up when he got me out. He said he was too weak to carry me, but he put his arm around my waist and helped me into the house. The only article of clothing between us was his sweat soaked shirt. The next morning we decided to go out to breakfast. The first things we saw were wet, still-sweaty clothes strewn all over the garage floor. The car had been closed up all during the warm night, and when John opened the door for me I could feel a blush start in my scalp and travel all the way down to my toes. Opening that door had released the odors that had been maturing in there overnight; a warm, humid, animal mixture of scents that could only be caused by hard, long, sweaty sex. If that scent could be bottled, it would probably sell like hotcakes. It took a long time for me to get over blushing whenever I saw that big car, and that's all I ever needed to vividly recall that night when I had my wonderful Cacillac climax. Thank you for letting me share my little story. I think the female viewpoint on eroticism needs to be heard more. Comments and feedback are always welcome. Cadillac Lunch It was hard to concentrate on the accounts and balances on the computer... after reading that, anyone would be afraid to get up. I know my panties were soaked. We had been going back and forth all day, each message a little more stirring than the last. This one read "Can you feel me under your desk? My hands gripping your thighs, my tongue almost touching your hot pussy, you can feel my breath. I can smell you girl" I almost dropped my phone. I slid down in my chair unable to stop myself from picturing him under me, his lips slowly rising to my hot spot. There was no way my panties could have held my excitement from leaking through my slacks. It was almost noon. He would be here in about 5 minutes to pick me up for lunch. How awkward would it be? Not seeing him in so long and just out of the blue... I should ignore him. I should just not respond at all and find something a little more controllable... but I can't help myself. Why can't I have a little fun every once in a while too? Oh, and it's SO much fun... I dare say incomparable. He calls; I'm already on my way outside. It's busy out, noon downtown on a Tuesday... what do you expect. What do I expect? What? Are we going to go in a... secluded alley? Maybe a parking structure? Would I? I can't see myself going along with something like that... I smile. We'll just see. I decide to just go with the flow. I can't seem to speak, and I keep smiling. Cheesing... We talk about nothing, stop at a Mexican food place. I'm not hungry. I feel ignorant, like a high school virgin on a date with the guy that gets all the girls on the first date, with the facial expression to match. We exit the restaurant, back in his Cadillac. He looks at me with that look, the same one he had on his face on our first date... right before he put those sexy hands on my thighs. Stunned, like a deer in headlights I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. I melt all over again, he knows. He leans over and pulls me close to him, kissing my neck. His hand is already undoing my pants; I don't dare ask him to stop. I want it, I want it now. He stops, tells me I'm supposed to be wearing a skirt. I just smile, thinking this was the last thing I'd thought I'd be doing today. What kind of girl does he think I am? Hah... what kind of girl am I? He looks downs, smiles "Hmmm, red..." referring to my panties. My head spins as his hand slides beneath them. I open my mouth to protest but he covers it with his hand while his middle finger starts at my cunt, feeling the wetness he rotates it up, spreading my juices all over my clitoris. I feel sudden warmth take over my body; a slight shudder escapes from my spine. He presses unto me harder and moves his hand up and around, down, up, and around then down again and again. His eyes don't leave my face, I want to meet his gaze so he sees the sex in my eyes, instead I look around. People are coming in and out of the restaurant, walking to and from their lunch destinations, and here I am with this man's hands down my pants hungry for more. I moan his name and say something about people. He chuckles, smiles crookedly and starts to take my pants off one leg. My mind races, yes I want it... surprisingly bad, but here?!? I know I should stop him but I can't... the thought of him inside me is just too compelling. I want to touch him, feel him in my hand but I don't. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop. I watch him stare at my pussy hungrily. I know what he wants, and I'm going to let him have it. He scoots my ass back and bends over kissing my lower abdomen. I might've squealed lightly before biting my lip. The anticipation is driving me insane. I hold my breath as I feel the tip of his tongue caress my clit. Ohhh FUCK... I missed that. He grips my thighs apart farther and hides his face between my legs, looking up at me. I feel his tongue moving wildly around me, his hot kiss driving me to scream. Just before I do he stops, and seductively tells me to "shhh." His lips are glistening with me all over them. I wipe his chin and push his face back where I want it. I can feel the chuckle in his throat on my pussy. God I just want to jump on him, in the middle of this busy city. He reaches up with one hand and slides his finger inside me. I moan for more. Every time he takes it out I can feel my warmth follow his finger, his tongue replacing it to lap me up and spread it around. No man has ever been able to get me so hot, so quickly. I focus hard on his eyes for a second, then close my eyes and drown my mind with the pleasure I'm feeling. Both my eyes shoot open as I feel him push that spot, fuck he found it! Oh god yess...I see his tongue stroking my clit in my head. I feel it; so warm and teasing, flicking, pushing it. I allow my fingers to intertwine themselves in his hair; I push the back of his head forward towards me and then up on his forehead. Ahh, the perfect angle. " I'm going to cum," I say with my eyes rolling. Then I realize the people parked next to us are coming to their vehicle. I jump up and look away from the window and down at my exposed body. I quickly re-enter my pant leg trying to keep my naked knee out of site. I glance at my watch and tell him my lunch hour is over. Reluctantly I watch him put it in drive and head towards my work. He stops his vehicle. I look up at him, waiting for him to inquire or set something up so we can finish what we started. I know he's not done; I don't care how nonchalantly he drives away. I know he wants more, just as much as I do. He sends me another message not ten minutes after he dropped me off. "We'll see how bad you really want it. I'll be home when you get off..." Now that sounds better to me. My day is creeping by; I can hardly work with his cock in my head. I don't think I ever got back to normal; I had to tie a sweater around my waste... I leave five minutes early. I can't wait to get to him, I want to go home and shower and change but I've got more important things on my mind. Haha, no self-discipline whatsoever. I can't stop thinking about him. His strong manly hands digging in and clawing my thighs heading to that sweet spot between my legs. That beastly look he gives me, oh and that magic fucking tongue. But I think more about his cock. That thing is fucking amazing, I'd never tell him that. He's already so cocky. It's been so long too? What four months? Oh lord and the way he moves it, touching stabbing massaging me in places I never knew were reachable. Ooh and he tastes good. Yes, I love the way he tasted. Surprised me at first, as I assumed all men generally tasted the same... Nope. It's just... it is what it is and I love it. I pull in his driveway, nervous all over again. My hands are shaking; my steps are short, almost awkward. He opens the door as I step in silently. Just as I begin to feel awkward and clueless he grabs my hand making my keys fall onto the table. No sooner do I hear the clink of them hitting the table he grabs me up in his arms, my legs immediately wrap around his waist. Fuck I love that. I kick off my shoes as he attacks my neck and throat with his lips and hot mouth. He yanks at my shirt, exposing my chest. I quickly pull it off my arms, kiss his neck, and lick up to his ear. Everything about him tastes so good. I take a deep breath of him. Just out of the shower, raw and still damp. I can smell the soap on him still and my body wants him badly. He jerks me close to his chest and fights with my bra. One snap, it's off. He mouths my nipples, slowly at first then savagely. I throw my head back enjoying every second of it. He pushes my back against the wall and fondles my other tit. MMmmm I love his touch. His hand moves fluently over my body - slightly pinching my nipple as he alternates them between his mouth and hands. Licking, teasing, blowing... fuck! The sensations escape with a moan and I squirm wanting him to take me then and there, I should've worn a fucking skirt. He could've been inside me the entire time... he must of sensed my need for more. He grips my ass with his hand and carries me to his bedroom. He sets me down on the corner of the bed and stands up, his bulge in my face. I look up at him failing to hide my smile, and start to kiss his abdomen as I undo his pants. I slide my tongue around his navel, then trace it down along the middle of his stomach to underwear line, barely touching his silky boxers, - he knows they're my favorite. I run my hand up and down his hard cock, to his balls and up and over again. Fuck he is so hard. I mean I think I'm an attractive woman and I know how to turn a guy on - but this guy is always SOO hard. I push the tip of his cock out the top of his boxers. Just seeing it makes my pussy contract. I slide my lips to the side of his cock, kissing it openmouthed. I pull the boxers down and he kicks them off, as my mouth slides down to his balls. I spread my tongue wide and cup the bottom of his sac with it, my top lip touching the middle. I hear him moan, god that fucking turns me on. I love it when he makes noises, feedback. I move my tongue around and around his balls, and then close my mouth taking one in. Tonguing it and gently sucking it I hear him say my name. I move up, moving my tongue in circles, making sure not to miss a spot. I stop at the middle and gently nibble between slow licks. Mmm I know I'm all wet. How I enjoy doing this for him. I press my tongue on the bottom on his shaft and slowly go up to his head. I lick around his head a couple of times and put my mouth almost over it, he moans anticipating it, and then I stop and go back down. I'm going to take my time with him, make him squirm. I allow my tongue to move back up to his bulging head, licking over his tip again and again. I get a little taste of him and memory served me very well. He tastes so good!! I can't wait anymore; I put my mouth, closed, over his tip. Slowly open and suck, little by little allowing more of him in my hot mouth as I swirl my tongue around to get all the taste from him. As soon as I get over his head his body jerks. I smile inside and reach for myself, just what I thought, completely soaked. I'd like to take him then, but I wait. My lips are curled tight around his hard cock now. I forgot how big he was, not huge, but larger than most... both in thickness and length. Perfect. I'm almost all the way to bottom when I come back up, and down again, and back up. Each time getting closer and closer. His isn't the kind you can just push to your throat right away; you have to ease it down. I taste more of him, so good. I can feel the blood running through him now and then, fuck how this turns me on. I want him to cum, but I don't let him yet. I want him to miss me, just a little. I glance up at him, his head is up, jaw open, and I stop. I push him so his back is on the bed. He looks up at me, a little angry? Hah. I get between his legs and resume, this time more quickly and all the way down. I can feel his head slide in and out of between my lips, I love that part. He starts moaning my name and how good my lips feel. I know he's about to cum, I can feel him swell up even more. I grab his hand and place it on the back of my head, so he can do what he wants when he's ready. I go faster, suck harder, and start to rub myself. His legs start moving, he's getting thicker now. I can feel his cock pulsate in my mouth, the blood pumping though him running between my lips. SOOO hot. I cream with excitement... and then he moves my head out of the way and wastes all that cum on his stomach. I'm slightly disappointed, but that's okay, he didn't know I wanted it. Maybe there'll be a next time? To my surprise he's down only for a minute and quickly scoops me up. I feel like 20 pounds as he tosses me on my back and immediately pushes his face close to my smile. My hips jerk and I moan loudly. He stops and looks up at me, the message clear on his face. "You're already so wet; I haven't even touched you yet?" He doesn't wait for me to answer as he tongues my cunt, pushing as far in as his tongue can. Oh fuck, I feel him inside me twirling that magic tongue around and side to side. I can't help but to say his name in between my uncontrollable moaning. He replaces his tongue with a finger and attacks my clitoris with the smooth side of his tongue. God he can go at it! I think he enjoys it as much as I do. He twirls, flips, and flicks his tongue over and around me all the while mocking the same motions with his finger. Abruptly he stops and tells me he can't wait, I almost cum at his words. He doesn't give me any time to agree as he's already rubbing himself on my lips, parting them. I grip the back of his head and his shoulder, embracing myself trying to ready myself. He tells me to relax, I smile inside. I know this is going to be good. I tremble and stiffen as he pushes himself in slowly. Its been a long time for me, it almost hurts. I hold my breath so I don't yell, and slowly exhale as he withdraws. He pushes into me again, little faster, a little further and then again. He quickens as my body relaxes and I let out a deep moan. He pushes himself all the way inside of me, filling me up. I can feel his head grab at my walls and opening as he pulls himself almost out... the sensation is just amazing. He says my name again, and something else. The low pitch in his voice gets me excited and I start to rotate my hips, comfortable with him inside me now. My arms grip his back forcefully as if, if I let go it'll stop. I moan deep, with every full stroke. He's whispering in my ear how good I feel around him, how much he likes it, that it feels so fucking good. My mind races and then I think nothing at all. He quickens his pace, I pull his chest onto mine, wrap my legs around his waist and work my hips in sync with his thrusts. I can feel it building up inside me. I can feel him hitting me in that place over and over again as his pelvis grinds against my swollen clit. I'm going to cum, I can feel my body heating up, I start to sweat. My legs are the first to start to shake, uncontrollably. The feeling goes through my spine and up to my scalp. My abdomen muscles and toes start to tighten up all on their own. My legs start to jerk as I try and put this feeling into words. All that comes out is his name and yes yes yes, and finally "I'm going to cum", He goes faster, but doesn't change anything else. Good boy, he knows what and how I like it. My insides start to spasm. I can feel his thickness inside me, every time I tighten up, I can feel him against me, on top of me, all over me and just let my body take it all in. Oh my God! These feelings are sensational, entirely indescribable as I let my body go, quiver and shake. It's so intense, my pussy, grabbing him and holding tight, feeling an intense pleasure. He slows his pace while pushing his pelvis on to mine hard, and going all the way, allowing my orgasm to last even longer. It's a good angle. I can feel his cock on that perfect fucking angle. Him inside rubbing the very top of my cunt, oh and his body teasing my clit. He keeps moving me, grabbing my hips all the while whispering in my ear between breaths how good it feels inside of me. Fuck! He lets me enjoy it, not changing anything, even letting me dig my hands into his back... I moan louder, Oh My GOD, the feeling is so amazing. I try to keep my quivering body still but I lose it and I start to yell. My body starts to shake. My pussy betrays me with its sudden movement. Oh god it feels so good. If I could stay in this moment forever!! I feel my orgasm everywhere now, like the blood pumping in my veins is suddenly electrical and sending intense feelings of pleasure everywhere! I focus on it, see nothing but feel everything. I am suddenly aware of everything. Where his hands are, how they grip me. Where he is inside of, how he swells up, how I tighten up over him, like I could consume him. Oh fuck this is almost too much. My eyes roll back. My mind goes blank and there is nothing but this amazing feeling. My mind goes blank as the juices escape me, I can feel almost a puddle building between us. This is ecstasy I'm sure. He slows almost to a stop, sits up and looks down at me. I hold his gaze, say his name and smile. His green eyes smile as he grins back at me. After I gain my strength back I roll over on top of him. I like riding him. I start slow, still incredibly sensitive from my euphoric experience; I get my rhythm then move my body down for a more full on angle. I move my hips so I can feel all his cock rubbing between us. I look down, I like seeing his face. He grabs my hands and puts them in the middle of his chest; I move my knees up and start to move my hips back and forth in an exaggerated motion, our bodies move in a slow deep beat. He cups one tit with his hand, I lean forward allowing him to tongue my nipples. He's so fucking talented; he teases me in just the right way. I prop my hips closer to him and move them in and down faster. He moans telling me that's it, that's the way he likes it. He grips either side of my hips and pulls me even closer onto him. I can feel his cock slide in and out of me, feel it on my cunt and my slit. I prop myself up with my knees and hands, looking at him sliding in and out of me. His cock glistens with me all over it, in and out and in and out. I scoot closer to him, getting that 45 degree angle, and more contact. I move faster, one hand on his shoulder the other his waist. I take him in as far as I can and almost all the way again and again. Fuck, I'm going to cum again. I bend over him, chest to chest and I can feel it coming. I beg him to come with me, please please I say. Yes; yes! I can feel his cock getting harder, his head swelling inside of me, I moan, then yell with pleasure. He moans something I can't understand. I start to moan his name and scream incoherent things. Fuck this feels so good. His cock still sliding in and out, his hands gripping, squeezing, pulling my pussy onto him hard. Oh god I'm cumming. I can feel a hot spill all around where our bodies connect, me all over him and his sheets. My body twitches, back arches. My ass squeezes to him as close as I can get, every muscle in my body feeling my orgasm, concentrating on him. I don't know what he is saying. I hear my name a couple of times. I can feel him cumming into me, even through the condom. Its unbelievable, even better than before! So much pressure... Mmm. SO much better cumming together, more intense. I slow my hips down, slowly stop and collapse onto his chest. My senses ripe from climaxes I smell his body with me on him. Love that smell. I kiss his chest then lay my head on his right peck, as I play with the hair in the middle of his chest. We lay there a few minutes not speaking, basking in each other's arms. I would love nothing more than to close my eyes and pass out... but I get up and find my clothes. I put them on as I find them walking through the hallway towards the door. I look at him, taking it all in. I wonder when or if I'll see him again... He reaches out for me, already knowing my thoughts. I hug him back and whisper that I missed him. He missed me too; I chuckle and wish him well. I start my car and sit there for second. I feel so completely satisfied, my body got what it's been craving- what I didn't even know it was craving! My hands are still shaking. I look back at his house and smirk as I drive away. Cadillac Mountain I wake you at 3:30 in the morning. I've already dressed, made coffee and packed the car. You turn from me and act as if you intend to keep sleeping. "We'll miss it if we don't get started soon." Sunrise comes very early on the longest day of the year, especially from the top of Cadillac Mountain. We've been talking about doing this all week, but actually getting out of bed this early suddenly seems like the best reason not to go. I put my hand on your shoulder, "You know you'll be sorry if we miss it." You turn back to me. In the darkness I can just see you try to open your eyes. "It can't be morning…" you mumble. Raising your hands, you rub your curled index fingers into your eyes in an attempt to rouse yourself. "3:30. The sun is up just after 4. Everything is ready. All I need now, is you." I smile because you always make me smile. I lean down and give you a kiss on the cheek. "You're going to love this, I promise." Turning to the chair by the bed, I pick up your t-shirt, sweatpants and sweatshirt and then snap on the small lamp next the bed. You throw back the covers and twist up into a sitting position, eyes still half closed and brow wrinkled. "Here…" I hold them out for you to take. For the first time, you open your eyes and look at the clothes I'm holding out for you. Taking the t-shirt you shake your head, "Give me my shorts. I don't need those," indicating the sweatshirt and pants. "It's chilly out there, you'll be glad you have them." "Nuh uh, I know how cold it gets here… just give me my shorts," your status as a Maine native having been silently called into question by the temperature. "Ok… whatever you say…" Handing you your shorts, I tuck the sweatshirt under my arm and pull your socks and shoes over in front of you. Leaving you to finish dressing, I go get my sweater and keep your sweatshirt with me, just in case. You emerge from the bedroom and shuffle to the door I'm holding open for you. "I've got some coffee for us when we get there." As you walk outside, the cold air sweeps over you and for a moment I see the surprise on your face. The split second hesitation is all that you reveal however, now needing to prove that it takes more than the chill air of a clear midsummer's night to make a Maine girl cold. We drive up the mountain in silence; you slumped next to me in your seat, still fighting the early hour. The entrance to Cadillac is open and several cars are already ascending the winding road to the top. With each turn that we climb up the mountain, we can see the distant lights of early morning risers scattered across the darkened landscape. Finally we arrive at the top and pull into the first available parking spot. Before I turn off the car, I notice the temperature up here is 48F. I reach back and grab your sweatshirt from the back seat. "You might want this." I grin. You open your door, step out and then turn back pulling the sweatshirt from the car and over your head, admitting as you do that it is colder than you expected. I pull our thermos from the trunk, and a blanket to sit on. Then we head up the steps to the trail and around to the east side of the summit. As we round the top of the mountain, we see several groups of people scattered and waiting for the sun's display to begin. We circle all the way to the lower part of the far side so we will have an unobstructed view of the horizon. Finding a smooth shelf of granite just off the trail, I set everything down, open the blanket and spread it out on the rock. We sit down side by side, our feet resting on the sloping rock in front of us, a perfect view of Frenchman's Bay below. Opening the thermos, I fill the lid that doubles as a cup, steam rising with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I hand it to you. "Here, you need this more than I do." Once again, I can't stop smiling as you take the cup and hold it in both hands. Your elbows rest on your legs and you huddle over the cup, bringing your mouth to it and sipping carefully to keep from burning your tongue. I notice your legs are covered in goose bumps. "Hey… why don't you come here and I'll keep you warm," I say as I scoot back on the rock and open my legs so you can sit between them. "Come on, you will enjoy it more. Promise." You stand and sit in front of me. As you settle back down, I move up against you so your back rests against my chest. I pick up the blanket that is laying on either side of us and pull it over you, on the right and left, keeping it in my hands as I circle your waist with my arms. "There, that's much better." I detect a small shiver as you lean back against me, soaking up the warmth of my body. I hold you to me, my chin resting on your shoulder. As your hair touches my cheek your shiver moves from your body to mine. Under the blanket, I let my hands wander to the hem of your t-shirt. Pulling it aside, I move them under and up onto your bare stomach. I can feel the fading gooseflesh beneath my hands as I pull you tight to me and spread them wide to warm you. I feel the bottom curve of your breast brush against the back of my hand. The bare flesh, so smooth and inviting beckons me, and soon I find your nipple hardened against my palm. Whether because of the cold or because my hands rest on your bare flesh as we sit huddled under our blanket, I take the eagerness of your nipples straining up and away from your body as an invitation. Both my hands now cover your full breasts. My cock begins to mimic the state of your nipples as it hardens in my jeans and presses against you. I take one nipple between the fingers of each hand and begin to twist them and toy with them. Both measurably lengthen as I pull and pinch them simultaneously. I hear your breath grow heavier punctuated by sudden short gasps as I alternate between bearing down on your nipples with greater force, then easing the pressure. It's becoming apparent to me, and probably to anyone who happens to let their eyes linger on us for any length of time that we are doing more than watching the sunrise. Knowing how your nipples are wired to your pussy, I tease them with greater enthusiasm. I look down and realized you've pulled the thermos between your legs and jammed it against your crotch. Your thighs squeeze tightly against it and pulse every so slightly under the blanket. My lips bury into your hair next to your ear. "Take the thermos out between your legs." I hear your whimper as you try to ignore me. "Move the thermos now!" I pinch your nipples with renewed force to get your attention, hard enough to return you from revelry to pain for a brief moment. "Oh god, please…." You beg with wanting. "Now." I state simply and evenly. You moan as you pull it from between your legs and lay it aside still under the blanket next to you. "Pull your shorts down." You turn your head to me, allowing me to see your eyes. You register both lust and fear. I've never done anything like this before and you can't understand where it's coming from. You don't move, believing I will let your lack of response become my answer. I move my hands down to your waist, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. I pull them down your hips as far as I can, catching your panties as I do. With you sitting I can't pull them any further. I pull one hand up and pinch your nipple hard. "Raise your hips!" My return to your nipple with such force causes your body to shudder. Once again, your face turn towards me, but this time I see a blind stare. You slowly raise your hips and I begin to pull your shorts and panties down to your thighs. "Sit down." Your panties and shorts are at your knees. My hand dips between your thighs and finds your wet crotch dripping with your juices. Suddenly I become aware of someone moving behind us and a voice. "I think there's room right there…." I look back and see a young couple three feet from us and eyeing the rock to our left. "Mind if we sit there?" the boy asks. "No, not at all, be our guest." My fingers plunge into you as I reply to him. I feel you tense. My thumb presses against your clit as my fingers soak themselves in your wet furrow. You moan softly rocking back into me. "Are you alright there?" the girl asks. "Yeah, sure, we're fine. Just enjoying the view." I push deeper into you with my fingers. You manage a weak smile in their direction. One hand fucks into you and the other twists at your nipples. I press my lips into your ear again. Whispering I tell you, "I want you to cum when the sun rises above the horizon. You clench your legs together, trapping my hand in your pussy. I feel your energies focused on your pussy, my fingers inside you, my thumb smashing your clit. You continue rocking back against me, my cock hard and between us in my pants. "Look…" The deep red-orange rays of the sun reach up from below the horizon and begin to fill the sky. For the first time we can see the dark inkblot islands in the sliver smooth water of the bay below. Suddenly the sun climbs from its resting place until we can just see the corona top of the fiery orb break over the line of the horizon. As we sit staring at this extravagant panorama before us, I lean in and whisper in your ear. "Cum now, my little one, cum hard for me." I feel your orgasm begin as your pussy pulses against my hand. The couple sitting just a few feet from us begin to ooh and aah over the sunlight filling the world below us. You join their chorus but for an entirely different reason. Your body jerks against me as your whole being is consumed with the fire of your orgasm. Again and again, I feel you spasm until finally you melt back into me, weary from the tumult inside you. We remain, sitting there as the sun continues to climb above the horizon. We feel the warmth of the sun's heat chasing away the cold night air as we watch its steady ascension. I move my hands down and once again pull your shorts and panties but this time back up your thighs until you they will not move any higher. "Lift up for me baby." I whisper again in your ear. Without a sound you slowly lift yourself just enough so I can pull them back up and over your bare ass as you collapse again on to me. I reach up and tug your t-shirt back down over your breasts. Now high enough in the sky, the sun's bright beams bathe us and finally make our cocoon of warmth unnecessary. I push the blanket back to let the new morning sun warm us. You stretch out and let the light caress your bare legs as you begin to recover from the unexpected pleasure of this early morning trek to the top of Cadillac Mountain. Turning back to me, you smile and without hesitation boast, "See, I told you it was warm enough for shorts!" Cadillac Ranch I had just pulled into the student center parking lot looking for the person I had agreed to drive up to the Dallas area. I was lucky to find someone heading away from campus this late after Christmas, most everyone else was heading back to start the Spring semester. I wasn't sure what the person looked like, I had seen something on the dorm bulletin board and had contacted the person by email. Suddenly I found myself looking for a person with the screen name Porsche 669. I had described my car in the email so now I simply had to drive around the parking lot until someone recognized my car and flagged me down. Yeah, I didn't realize how bad an idea this was until I got here. So anyway, I was slowly circling the parking lot looking over all the students in the area. It seemed I was beginning to draw attention and I noticed a security vehicle pull into the parking lot when I heard someone yell out, "Hey, pewter Altima." Jamming on my brakes, I looked in my mirror and saw attractive looking woman jogging up toward my car. I pulled over to the sidewalk, unlocked my doors and waited as she lugged her bag up to my car. Reaching over to open the passenger door, I watched as she opened the back door, tossed her bag in the back seat and then closed the door. She then poked her head into the car and smiled, exposing a huge chrome grille of braces. "So you call your car pewter, not brown?" she asked, still standing outside the car. "Yeah, that's brown," I said, pointing to a beat up Buick. "Oh, okay, then yeah, this is pewter. You're heading up near Wichita Falls?" "Well heading actually over to Amarillo, but Wichita Falls isn't too far out of the way. I guess you're Porsche 669, I'm Jimmy." "Hi Jimmy, you can call me Porsche." "That's really your name?" "Yeah, my dad always liked the car, but never could afford it, so instead he named me Porsche." "Okay, that's an interesting story. Hey, you're already like two or three weeks into the Christmas break, isn't it kind of late to be heading home." She grimaced and said, "Nah, my grades came in and I'm heading home, back to the junior college." "That's too bad," I replied as she climbed into the seat beside me and buckled her seatbelt. I pulled out of the parking lot and then headed out to the freeway. We didn't talk much, which I didn't mind because traffic was pretty bad and I didn't want to be distracted. It was only after about thirty minutes, when we were on the freeway and well away from the city that she finally spoke again, "So why are you leaving school now?" "Well, I graduated in December and I was just getting the last few things out of my apartment." "So you live in Amarillo?" "No, actually I live in Austin, I decided to take a year off and go see some sites." "So you're going to Amarillo?" "Yeah, the Cadillac Ranch, I've always wanted to see it." "That the place where they half buried the cars?" "Yep, I don't know, I just always wanted to see it and now here I go. And with you sharing the cost of the gas I'm even better... wait a minute, you're making a face." "Well, about the gas, I ah... I was wondering," she said, resting her hand on my thigh, "I was wondering if we might be able to work something out." "Work something out?" "Yes, there is a rest area up ahead, why don't we stop there and talk about it." I nodded, feeling a tingling in my balls. When she didn't move her hand from my thigh my cock began to harden. By the time I took the exit and parked my car in a back corner I was fully erect. When Porsche reached up and unfastened my belt, I knew there was not a lot to talk about, so I simply unzipped my pants and eased my cock out. She immediately licked and spit into her palm and grabbed my cock like a stick shift and carefully coated it in her own 10W40 lube. I reclined my seat as her left hand pistioned up and down on my stick shift while her right hand tickled my ball bearings. Feeling the pleasure rolling over my stick shift I was about to close my eyes when the sun reflected off the grille of her teeth. Gritting my teeth, I took a deep breath and watched as her mouth closed over the sensitive skin of my cock. Fearing the sharp edges and wires on her teeth I was pleasantly surprised when her lips slid down the shaft and then she slowly lifted her head. I could feel her tongue flicker back and forth like windshield wipers on the smooth surface of my cock and I lifted my hips to push deeper into her mouth. Yes, it was a bit scary seeing that row of chrome sliding over the knob of my stick shift, but the sensation was so soft and wet that my engines just seemed to purr. As she continued, she began pumping her hand up and down, faster and faster as I felt my body accelerating toward climax. She gently squeezed my ball bearings as she sucked hard and all I could do was grip the steering wheel and hold on. Feeling the pressure building in my ball bearings I moaned loudly and came, injecting my salty white fuel into her mouth in spurt after spurt. Settling back onto my seat, she polished the knob of my stick shift, sucking up the last drop of cum from me as my body coasted to a stop. After a few moments she sat up and smiled, letting a white droplet roll down her chin and fall onto the console between us. She rubbed the white into the console shining it up better than my Armor-all ever did. Although my stick shift had softened I didn't want it to end so I reached over and ran my hand up her inner thigh until my palm covered her crotch. It felt warm and damp but before I could do any more exploring she pulled my hand away and said, "There's another rest stop about fifty miles before we get to Dallas. If your stick shift is ready by then maybe I'll let you try it out in my Volvo, ah I mean vulva." She looked at me and giggled, squeezing my soft cock in her hand before slipping it back into my underwear. I zipped up my pants but didn't bother fastening my belt before starting the car and squealing out of the rest stop. Accelerating down the entrance ramp all I whispered to myself, "To hell with the Cadillacs, I can't wait to see that sweet Volvo." I merged onto the freeway as Porsche leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder.