0 comments/ 68450 views/ 3 favorites The Trip Home By: ChucknWNC The three of us were on our way back from eating at a restaurant in a city about forty-five minutes from our home. We'd had two or three beers apiece and the ones Lisa drank had gone straight to her head. Marty was sitting up front with me and Lisa was leaning up between the seats from the back trying to join in the conversation when she could. Marty and I were discussing the usual guy stuff when Lisa piped up that she was lonely in the back seat by herself and the alcohol was making her horny. With her hand under her skirt she said "One of you boys need to join me or am I going to have to take care of this hot wet pussy myself?" Since I was driving I suggested Marty should be the one to join her in the back seat. He asked Lisa if that was OK with her? Reaching into his lap squeezing his crotch she sexually whispered, "Of course big boy, hurry and get that thing back here where I can get to it." I pulled over and Marty got out and jumped in the back seat beside Lisa. As I pulled back onto the road, Lisa leaned back against the door opposite Marty and pulled her skirt up around her waist showing off her bare vagina. Lisa asked, "Did it excite you when I put your hand between my legs in the restaurant and you discovered I didn't have any panties on? Did you feel how wet my pussy was for the two of you?" Marty could only mutter a slurred "hell yea". Lisa stuck a finger inside her all the way to the first knuckle, then pulled it out and sucked it into her mouth, tasting her sweet juices on her finger. She asked Marty "Wouldn't you like a taste?" Before he could answer she pulled his face down between her legs and pushed her shaven pussy against his lips. I could hear his tongue sliding through her juices each time he licked her. Lisa was moaning and saying, "Oh Yes Marty, right there, yes, lick my clit like that!" In no time he had her squirming and cumming all over the seat. Oh well, it will wash! Lisa then pushed him back and hurriedly unzipped his pants to free his cock. She exclaimed, "Now that is what I want!" She grabbed his penis in her hand and lowered her head to take him into her mouth. By this time I had adjusted the rear-view mirror so I could see what was going on behind me. Lisa was working her mouth hard up and down the entire length of Marty's cock, twisting her head and hand to give him the maximum feeling of pleasure on his tool. As Marty tensed up and was about to cum, Lisa pulled his cock from her lips and told him, "Not yet, I have other plans for that hot cum of yours." She told him "After all those times you couldn't cum in me before I had surgery I don't want to miss the feeling of your hot cum splashing against the insides of my pussy. I want to feel it filling me up and running down the crack of my ass!" With that, she crawled on top of him and lowered her pussy down on his cock, slowly taking him in an inch at a time until she was settled down on his lap with his dick stretching her pussy to the hilt. Lisa did not move for a moment, getting used to the full feeling that Marty's dick was giving her. She began to move up and down slowly, caressing the entire length of his dick with her swollen pussy lips. Lisa began to groan and threw her head back as she increased her tempo of fucking him from above. She had the SUV rocking so much it was all I could do to hold it in the road. Of course it wasn't an easy thing to do anyway what with me trying to watch the road and the rear-view mirror at the same time. Lisa was screaming and yelling, "Cum you bastard CUM," as she was having one of the most intense orgasms she could remember. I heard Marty yell, "Here it comes Lisa, you little slut, I am filling your hot little pussy full of my cum. Take it like the horny little whore that you are, Lisa!" He grunted and moaned like he was in pain as he filled her with his seed. Lisa collapsed into his shoulder as their mutual orgasms subsided. She then quickly moved off of him and licked his cock clean of their combined juices, just the way she likes to do after we have had a hot fuck session. I remarked, "Damn, that was very hot and erotic!" Lisa said, "You don't think you are getting off that easy do you? I am just getting started, you still have yours to cum when we get home, and then I am going to give Marty another try. Of course you both could do me at the same time too?" The Trip Home A few days had passed since my first night with Lee. He did talk to his brother, and no luck, No way was I getting my threesome. I decided I would hold out on hubby, no more women in the room till I got my way!! If I could last that long. I did enjoy having pussy too. But once again what hubby didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I had my best friend to rely on. All I had to do was pick up the phone, and I had her to help with my cravings. By this time Lee and I had our own code words for when he would come over to the house. Usually had something pertaining to moving furniture or helping clean out the attic. I'm sure by this time my mother thought I had the cleanest house in the tri-state area. I woke up on a Monday morning horny as hell, and wanting a dick so bad it hurt. Hubby was not in the mood, and said he wanted to go to his parents house for the day. I tried to hide my excitement. My mind was in overdrive. Would Lee be out there? Or is he out with his friends? Does he want me again? So on and so forth. I had a hard time concentrating on the road. Hubby would ask me what was wrong every 3 seconds. He was starting to annoy the shit outta me. I would just tell him nothing, and turn the radio up. Finally we arrived and there in the drive way, with no shirt, leaned over the old Ford truck was Lee. My heart skipped a beat. Oh my God he looked good. He was sweaty from the hot and humid day. He had a little smear of grease on his check, and I had to control myself to keep from reaching up and wiping it off. Lee looked up from the innards of the truck, and just waved. Hubby, the kids, and I went into the house. I couldn't sit still, I wanted to go out there and talk to him. I'm sure no one would have thought anything of it, but by now, of course, I was paranoid. My mother, Helen, was in her sewing room, making one of her umpteen million quilts. We were never cold. She looked up from her work, and said she needed me to run some errands for her since the truck was broke down, and her daughter had the car. I just sighed. It takes forever to get anywhere. They live in the West Virginia hills, and the nearest town is 30 miles away. I told her I would, and she left to get her list. On the way out the door I asked everyone if they needed something from town. Lee looked up and said "yeah I need to go to the parts store. Can you remember what I need?" He rattled off a bunch of stuff, like fly wheels, and clutch assemblies. The blank look on my face said it all. "Never mind, give me a minute to clean up and get a shirt." With that Lee was back in the house. I sat in my car and waited, smoking a cigarette. FINALLY he came out and got in the car. We drove for about 15 minutes not saying a word just singing along to the Doobie Brothers CD. When we did talk it was about small stuff. We got to town, picked up the stuff from WalMart, then headed to the parts store. I decided to sit and wait on Lee while he got what ever in hell it is he needed. As I sat there a plan was forming in my head. We are not too far from my house, and no one will miss us for at least another hour or so. And even then they wouldn't think of anything of it if we took a little while longer. I could come up with some pretty good excuses. After all I am 19, and it wasn't too long ago I would bull shit my parents. Lee scared me as he opened the door. I must have jumped pretty good, because he asked who shot me. I Just smiled at him. "I was thinking" I said. "'bout what?" Lee replied. "Just about the other night is all." He turned his head to look out the window, and I knew he was smiling. I made the turn to go towards my house, and I heard Lee protest. "Why are we going there?" "Because I'm hot and horny and have been waiting for this ALL day" "I have a better idea. Just keep going towards Mom's" We drove for a while then Lee told me to turn off onto a dirt road. It was muddy and rutty, and I gave him a look. He told me it would be OK and to keep going. We came to a dead end about a mile out. We got out of the car and looked over the hill side. There was my's house at the bottom of the valley. It look nice from up there. You could see the neat rows of the vegetable garden, and the little flower beds on the lawn. There were my children having the time of their lives on the swing set, and hubby in the lawn chair looking over them. I felt Lee take my hand, and we walked back to the car. He opened the trunk, and took out a box. In the box was a quilt, and a cooler of beer. The kind I drink too. He spread out the quilt and we sat down with our beers. I think I got one drink of mine when I looked over at Lee, and he got a wicked look in his eyes. We started to make out right there with in hearing distance of his whole family. I didn't care it felt so good. He reached under my tee shirt and unhooked my bra like a pro. He lifted my shirt to my neck and began pinching and rubbing my nipples. Oh God that was good. When he took one in his mouth I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. He slipped his other hand up the leg of my cut offs. He lifted his mouth from my tit long enough to comment about how wet I was. I could see the bulge in the front of his jeans, and I reached to caress it. That's all it took. In a flash we had our clothes off and in a 69. I sucked on his cock and licked his balls in a frenzy. He in turn was giving me a good tongue lashing on my clit. He told me to stop or I was going to get a mouth full of jizz. I stopped giving him his blowjob, but he continued the assault on my achingly wet pussy. He put his tongue in my hole and thumbed my clotty rhythmically. I felt my orgasm start, I was clawing at his back trying my hardest not to scream, less everyone in the hollow hear me. After I came all over his face, he got up and kneeled between my legs. I thought he was going to fuck me now, but he had other ideas. He start to play with my clit again. Then put 2 fingers in my snatch. He knew how to use his hands, that's for damn sure. "I just love to play with your pussy. I love the way you keep it shaved. I just love everything about it. I could make you cum for hours." All The response I could give him was my hips lunging towards his hand trying to get more of his fingers deeper inside of me. Once again I came. This time like I have never had before. I saw stars in my head. He kissed me to keep my scream from escaping my lips. He then put his hard thick cock in me. He didn't take his time, he fucked me with long hard strokes. He just kept getting harder and faster, and I felt another orgasm coming on. I clawed at his back, his legs, his shoulders, anything to keep him going. I felt the muscles in his legs tighten up, and his face was getting red. I started to squeeze my pussy around his shaft. I was so close, and I could tell he was too. I grabbed his hips helping him pump me, then I felt it, I exploded and bit his shoulder. He just yelled "ooooooohhhh fuuuuuuccckkk" and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He pulled out and shot his cum all over my stomach and tits. I used my hand to milk all I could out of him. He collapsed next to me. I just laid there on my back, afraid to move. If this was a dream I didn't want it to end. I felt his seed drying on me in the sun light. After 5 more minutes we got up, he looked in the back seat of my car and found a box of diaper wipes. We used them to clean ourselves up as best as we could. We got dressed, folded the quilt, and gathered up the forgotten beer. As we got in the car I saw Lee lift up his shirt sleeve. There was a big red welt on top of his shoulder where I bit him. "Damn woman, remind me next time to just let you scream and get us discovered." I started the car, smiled my best smile, and headed to the house. At the bottom of the road, Lee leaned over in the seat, and rubbed my thigh. He kept getting higher and higher, till his hand was up the leg of my shorts and stroking my clit. I don't know how I kept the car on the road. When we reached the beginning of my's drive way I was in the throws of another orgasm. Lee was using one hand to steer the car, as he stroked my clitty with the other. I creamed my pants, and I felt it start to trickle down the crack of my ass. God how was I going to explain this? Luckily as we pulled up everyone was in the backyard, I went in the front door undetected. I put on another pair of shorts and tee shirt, and tossed the others in the washer. I went outside, where the family was gathered, and roasted weenies on the bon fire... but there was another kind of weenie on my mind, and I couldn't wait to have it again. The Trip Home I catch you in my car. This displeases me. I see an opportunity to turn displeasure into pleasure, and I use the opportunity regardless of your wishes. After all, you were in my car. You hold out your hands upon my insistence with my knife, and athletic tape binds your wrists behind you and your ankles together. A large weightlifting belt around your torso, arms included, further constrains movement. A piece of tape holds a golf ball in your mouth, and a watch cap is taped over your head and eyes with a wrap around your chin, and you are thrown in the back seat of my car for the 30 minute ride out to my house. I say nothing to you the whole trip. You feel the car slow as we approach my gate, feel the door open as I get out to open it, and feel yourself prodded out of the backseat. You hear a chain's dull clinks as I take it from the trunk, and feel it encircle your waist as you are chained to a tree near the gate. I tell you that I'll be back for you shortly, and you hear the car drive off as the cool night and the sounds of isolation surround you. Fifteen minutes later you hear a dry grass footfall nearby, and wonder what it might be. A hand surrounds your throat, and squeezes firmly enough to control your breathing, but not hard enough to bruise. I say that you will come to the house now, and buckle a collar around your neck, moving your long thick hair out of the way. You feel the chain drop away from your waist as another one, a smaller one, is attached to the collar. I stand behind you, pulling your head back and pushing you forward from the belt, and guide you toward the house after cutting the tape around your ankles. The tape has loosened at the bottom of your mouth, and your saliva has dampened the front of your tank top to the waist, as you slobber around the ball in your mouth. The wet shirt and the cool night air have made your nipples rock hard, and I squeeze them very hard during a pause in the walk, at the same time biting your left trapezius at your neck. There is nothing you can do but moan and slobber down your shirt. You shudder as you realize that your sweatpants are wet through the seam in the crotch. We continue your blind walk to the house. You stumble on the irregular surface, caught repeatedly by my grasp on your belt, jerked by the throat once as you fall almost to the ground. After 5 minutes we arrive at smoother footing, then pavement, and you realize we are under a roof of some sort. My carport is out of the wind, and my backdoor opens as you are turned around and pulled through the door backwards. The lights of the house penetrate your blindfold/cap. You are forced into a chair. You wait, at my whim. I pull you up from the chair. I remove the tape holding the blindfold/cap in place, and you see my house for the first time. It is stone. Cold stone. I guide you towards my bed. There is an iron rafter at a height of about 9 feet above the room about 3 feet from the end of the bed. To the end of the short chain attached to your collar I attach a much longer chain, light guage but adequate, and with enough slack to get you to the bed, I throw the chain over the rafter and secure it with a snap link to itself, chaining you to the rafter. Your hands are still taped behind, and I remove the belt from around your arms and lay you face down on the bed. Your wet tank smears against my sheet and your face grinds into the mattress, loosening a bit more your gag tape. You gurgle against the ball in your mouth as I cut your sweatpants from the back of the waistband down to your wet crotch, exposing your asshole and pussy. I pull your ass up in the air and set you on your knees, your face still on the sheet, your ass presented to me. I spread your knees apart with a stick, drilled and fitted with loops of wire at the ends that encircle your thighs just above the knees. Your hairless pussy and ass are presented to me, your face in the mattress and your hands taped behind. Without a word I shove something cold, smooth and spherical into your wet pussy. The lips have swollen a bit and are protruding like a flower from the surrounding skin. The 1 1/2" stainless steel ball drops easily into the gash, and another one goes in as easily. The second makes a muffled click as it strikes the other one, and your lips gape open enough to see the second ball glint in the dim light. I rock you gently back and forth making the balls click together, further stretching out your pussy. You hear me spit, and you feel my saliva running down from your asshole to your hairless mound, and look back to see another mouthfull drip from your mound onto the sheets. You are very wet, inside and out. You hear me collect more in my mouth, and the you feel my tongue part your asshole, penetrating it and forcing it open. Warmth spreads down your asshole as I inject my mouthful of spit into your ass, making you wet deep inside and outside. My cock slides in your crowded pussy, over the top of the now warm steel, pushing the balls down and stretching your pussy forward toward your belly. Long deep strokes make you cum twice in quick succession, your ball gag producing a spreading wet mess under your face as you gurgle your cum into the sheets. You are startled as I jerk my cock out of your pussy, and you lose track of me for a long second or two. The next thing of which you are aware is sound - a loud slap, wet and sloppy, then an instant later, the pain of the blow across your ass. Another, another and another, the sounds distinct but the pain merging into a punctuated numbness, like a series of low valleys in the pain, each one becoming less distinguishable from the previous. The belt from around your arms and torso has become a lash in my hands, and the blows land across your butt and upper legs. The end of the belt kisses your side as it wraps around you on its way to your ass. After the 15th blow, they stop. Your ass is glowing with heat, the skin beginning to swell slightly under the redness, and you are aware of the chain on your collar swinging its slack from the rafter. You hear my spit again, and the wetness is almost a welcome coolness after the hot blows. You again see the spit dripping from your mound, but mingled with it is juice from your heavy, full, swollen pussy. You feel me spread your cheeks, and then pressure comes against your asshole, first from my tongue, and then as I shift, from the head of my cock. I am impatient and not gentle as I slide it in, but you take it well, your ass lubed from my earlier injection of spit. I slide my cock in to the balls, mine matching the two in your pussy as I long-stroke your lossening asshole. I force you lower toward the mattress, finally touching your belly to the sheets as I begin to pound my cock all the way in to your ass, one hand holding your taped wrists, the other between your shoulder blades, my knees on either side of your legs. I hear you scream your orgasm around your ball. I reach to your face and rip the tape away from your mouth, and you cough the ball away, quickly taking a ragged breath before you begin to cum again, your now clear voice a low moan rising to a scream at the end of the 4th assgasm. I pull you back to your knees while still inside your ass, the spreader stick uncomfortable against your skin, then pull my cock out of your asshole, and it remains open at the diameter of my cock for a few seconds before it squeezes closed. I spit on it again, and jam my cock in the wet opening, all the way down in one stroke. You cum again, this time almost so limp you barely make any noise. Once again I jerk my cock out, hard and abrupt. You feel me lay my cock on the back of your head. I take your long hair and wrap it around my cock like a towel, preparing it for your mouth. I turn you over on your back, your hands hurting now from the tape and your weight on them. I slap your face with my cock as I tell you to open your mouth. Any reluctance has long since melted, and your jaw drops as your head tilts back. I hold your knee spreader like a handle as I slide my cock in to your mouth, my balls dragging across your forehead. You choke as I go quickly past your gag spot and come out again to let you breathe. You know what is about to happen, and you take a long breath to prepare. My cock begins to slide in, and it slides past your gag spot, a slight choke ignored on the way by. The steel spheres pop from your pussy as the slight retch passes down toward them. My cock holds its position. I stroke it twice and pull out as you cough a little, breathing heavily in preparation for the next penetration. As it slides in this time there is no cough, no choke. I feel your tongue move against the top of my shaft, your lips move against my balls as I stroke six times slowly down your throat. It seems like a good time to cum. I pull out to let you breathe, and tell you to expect my load on the next passage down your throat. I slide it in and begin to cum as you squeeze my shaft with your throat. All of my considerable load pumps down your throat, and just as I begin to pull out, you gag on it. Cum coughs back up out of your mouth, some running out of your nose as you choke and cough on the load that almost made it down to your stomach without even a taste. I wipe up the cum with your hair, cut your tape, remove your spreader bar, and eat your pussy till you cum again. You seem pleased. But your collar does not come off..... The Trip Home My wife and I had a four hour drive in front of us to get home. She had been visiting relatives for a week and I was more than glad to see her, and she me. She's a dark haired brunette about 5'6" with a slim figure that always got me hot. She wore a white dress for the trip home that covered her down below her knees. I was excited about the ride home and wanted to start something in our little truck, and the fact that she wore the dress made me think she wanted the same thing. In the past I had tried to get her to go out in a dress without panties, and even though she had, she wouldn't get out of the car. I was hoping she was a little hornier today and took the back roads for our trip home just in case. I started by romancing her and touching her through her clothes any chance I got. She responded well and I knew once we got out of the city I might have a little luck. When the road went to two lanes and the traffic was a little lighter, I just turned to her and said give me your panties. She seemed reluctant, but soon handed them over. I tucked them between my legs and drove with my left hand so I could reach over and play with her. It took some doing, at 70mph, to get her to loosen up enough to show me her pussy in the truck. Our little pickup didn't put us high enough so others couldn't see in as they passed and she would cover herself any time another car came by. After a few times of cars coming down the other side of the road I was finally able to get her to let me rub her pussy and she sat next me in broad daylight with her dress up and legs spread as we drove down the road. I say a truck coming towards and expected her to pull down her dress, but she just sat still this time as I made little circles around her clit with my middle finger. I had to see how far I could push this. After a few more miles I saw a convenience store ahead and I told her we would stop and get a soda. She pulled down her dress as I smelled my finger with the wet pussy juice on it, I love the smell of her pussy. I pulled up away from the front door, there were on a couple of other cars there and I wasn't sure if she would go in. I got out and went around to open her door, being the gentleman and offered her a hand to get out. She hesitated, but finally stood up beside the truck. She asked if I could see though the dress, I stepped back and looked, I could see the outline of her bra, then lower I could see a shadowy image of her pussy with the sunlight on her. I couldn't really see through the dress, but I could tell her pussy was naked under her dress and knew everyone in the store would be able to tell as well. No I lied to her, can't see though it. She took my hand and walked with me into the store where we both visited the bathroom and picked out our sodas for the trip. The guy behind the counter never took his eyes from my wife, he openly stared at her dress, no one else inside seemed to notice us. Once outside in the truck we started off again and we back at having fun in no time. I now had her dress up around her waist and her legs spread as I slid my finger into her and she moaned quite a bit. She was horny alright. We played around a little and no to long down the road she said she need to go pee. I pulled into the next rest stop and noticed there was no bathrooms at this place. So I walked with her over behind a tree and watched as she squatted and peed. She wiped with some napkins and stood up. I could help myself as she stood I put my arms around her and gave her a deep kiss. I slowly pulled her dress up from behind so I could feel her ass. She could feel my hard cock and ground her pussy into me. We stood like that for a few and I tried to get my hands in front to touch her pussy, but she stopped me and said not here, let's get back in the truck. On the road again I fingered her pussy a little but the traffic was getting heavier and we were getting closer to the city. I convinced her to sit there with her dress up so I could see her pussy even though I knew the passing cars could too if they looked. Finally the road turned into a four lane and I expected her to pull her dress down, but she didn't. We drove a few miles and told her to touch herself. At first she refused, but after reassuring her that even if someone saw, at 70mph they wouldn't see much. She spread her legs and began to lightly touch the outside of her pussy lips as I watched her and the road. After a few seconds her finger moved just inside the lips of her pussy to her clit. I was having trouble driving and watching while my cock was straining the front of my jeans. I watched as she slid a finger deep into her pussy and began to slide down in her chair. Her eyes closed and she spread her legs even wider as first one then two fingers disappeared into her wet cunt. She was moaning and I could see the juices from her pussy covering her fingers. I slowed down to a little and cars began to pass us, but she didn't seem to notice, she pulled her legs up on the dash and was fucking herself with her fingers while her thumb rubbed against her clit. She was deep into it, her eyes closed and moaning while I drove down the highway and cars passed. Most didn't seem to notice, but one lady riding in a larger pickup smiled at me as she looked on when they passed. Not much later a 18 wheeler pulled up beside us, I was sure she would hear it, but she continued to fuck herself. There was two guys in the front and as they were passing the guy on the passenger side looked out at us and then I could see him talking to the other guy who was driving. They slowed and matched our pace and my wife continued, I could tell she was too close to cumming to stop. We drove maybe two or three minutes like that, side by side as my wife fucked herself with her fingers. Finally she let out a small cry and began to groan and moan loudly, her legs spread as far as they would spread, I neatly trimmed dark haired pussy clenching around her fingers as they slid in and out of her hot pussy. When she relaxed and stopped she opened her eyes and looked at the truck, she turned deep red in the face and pulled her dress down. I pulled away from the truck who got behind us and continued down the road, she laughed and said she couldn't believe I allowed someone to watch her do that. I led her hand to my hard cock trapped in my jeans and told her that it was awesome watching her perform in front of strangers and would love to see more. She rubbed my cock through my jeans and didn't really respond. The truck slowly faded away behind us somewhere and she said she need to go to the bathroom again. I pulled into another rest stop and this one did not have a bathroom either, so I walked with her behind some bushes and watched as she peed again. She got up and I tried to convince her to let me fuck her there, but she wouldn't. When we returned to the car the truck that had been beside us was parked right behind our car. We walked over to the table next to the car and sat down, and she asked me if that was the same truck, and I told her it was. She didn't say anything, just sat there, and after a few minutes the guys got out of their truck and headed our way. I didn't say a thing, and neither did she. They introduced themselves to us, they both were younger than us by at least 10 years and both of them stared intently at my wife with lust in their eyes. One asked if they could share the table as there were no others and we said sure. The other guy went to the truck and brought back a cooler and asked if we wanted a beer. I turned them down as I was driving, but said my wife would love one. She hardly ever drinks and kind of looked at me funny as she accepted the bottle from the guy. They drank down about 4 each for the two guys, I had a soda, and my wife had finished her third when she said she needed to go pee. I took her back to the bush and she peed there again. I pulled her up and gathered her in my arms and began to kiss her, I could tell she was tipsy at the very least and decided not to fuck her there, but to see what was going to happen with these two guys. It didn't take long after we got back for one of the guys to start things, he asked my wife if she had ever seen the inside of a big rig. She said no and he said he'd be glad to show her around. She agreed and they went over to the passenger door that he opened for her and helped her in by pushing her up on her ass. She climbed in the passenger seat as me and the other guy watched and then he climbed up behind her. I could see them talking inside for a while as he pointed things out to her, I could almost hear him explain the gears as the door was left open. Then he was pointing at the sleeper behind them and after a couple of seconds my wife disappeared into it. He quickly followed. His friend was trying to distract me by talking about something, but I couldn't help myself, I had to know what was going on, so I just got up and walked over to the door that was open with in close behind. I climbed in and they didn't hear me, I heard my wife saying no and don't as I got close to the curtain that was closed. His friend was right behind me so I moved over to the driver's side as he got in. I had to sneak a peak, so I pulled the curtain back hoping they wouldn't notice. My wife was on her back and he laid beside her, there was no other room in the little sleeper. He had his hand on her thigh and was pushing it up and she had her hand on his arm pushing it down. She whispered no, my husband is right out there, and he pushed up an inch. Her face was flush and I could tell she was excited and knew that if she wanted she could easily get of the situation. His hand had made it up to her upper thigh, just a inch or so from her pussy, her legs were spread slightly and I saw her legs move a little more apart. Her hand was still on his arm as he finally closed in on her cunt and began to light rub it, her breath was quicker now and she whispered again, no, my husband was all she got out as his finger hit her clit. The other guy was looking in from the other end and I thought it was time to make my presence known them. My wife was moaning a little, hornier than hell, as the guy slid his finger into her dripping cunt. No she started to say again as I moved the curtain back and leaned in. She just looked at me and he froze with his finger in my wife's cunt. I thought she might cry from being caught like that, it was clear he had no idea what to do. With all the things I could have said and done, I even surprised myself when I reached over and undid the first button on her dress. He watched and his fingers began to move again into her and her legs spread open wide. She stared into my eyes as I unbuttoned the next button and the next. Soon all the buttons were undone and I undid the clasp on the front of her bra. I opened it and her dress exposing her tits to these two strangers. I began to play with the tit closest to me, and she continued to stare at me as if to say she was with me in this lust, her nipples were hard and he began to suck on her other nipple as he continued to finger her. The other guy had moved the curtain as was feeling of her leg and ass looking at her almost nude body, no one spoke a word and the only sounds were from my wife moaning. Finally I spoke up and looking into her eyes said Fuck Her. Her eyes widened a bit in disbelief as we heard the guy in her removing his pants. She looked like she wanted to say no, but didn't say a thing. The guy climbed between her legs, and positioned his hard cock at the entrance of her pussy. I glanced down and saw he was hard, as big around as my cock but only about 7 inches long. I looked into her eyes as he slowly pushed his cock into her. He fucked her slow at first then began to get faster and faster, she was moaning but had was still a ways from cumming. He kissed and sucked her neck and nipples as her rammed his cock into her pussy, her eyes never left mine as she began to groan and get closer and closer to cumming. His friend has his and on her ass and was watching intently as she was being fucked. Her body began to tremble and she began to buck against his cock as he thrust in, but she kept her eyes locked on mine. I reached out and took her hand and she squeezed my as she moaned loudly. He began to grunt and pound his cock into her cunt as his cum filled my wife. After she came, she slowly closed her eyes and relaxed. He laid on her for minute and then pulled out his soft cock. He pulled his pants on and climbed out past his buddy while his buddy climbed in. It didn't take long for his buddy to get his pants off and get on top of my wife. His cock was at least 9 inches, mine is only 8 ½ and his was thicker around. My wife looked up in surprise, she didn't know she was going to be fucked by both of them. The first guy sat in the front and smiled as he watched, my wife glanced at me and then closed her eyes as he sank his cock slowly into her cunt. She moaned as he stretched her out and began to pump in and out. It didn't take to long before he was fully inserted into her pussy. I sat back and enjoyed the show, my cock rock hard as he fucked my wife. He began to fuck her hard and I could tell she was going to cum quickly on his larger cock., she began to shudder and buck her hips like wild as she let out a high pitch squeal and then when limp. He slowed down and continued to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out of her juicy cunt, then he began to rub her clit as he fucked her, she had always like that. It didn't take long for her to begin to moan again. After a few minutes he moved his finger to behind her and slowly inserted it into her ass. She began cumming again immediately and he picked up to pace to match her bucking. She moaned and shuttered again cumming not quite as hard as the first time as he fingered her ass and slammed his cock into her. Finally she went limp and he kept pounding her, her body shaking with every thrust, her tits bounced up and down and her head almost hitting the side wall, then with one last thrust I could tell he was filling her pussy with his cum. He held himself deep inside her and then began to thrust a few final times before he pulled his cock which was not quite soft. The the cum flowed out around his finger still buried in her ass, he pushed his finger in and out and then added a second to it, she moaned a little kept her legs spread. She would always complain about my cock in her ass, so I was surprised when she didn't resist as he put the tip of his half hard cock next to her ass and began to push it in where his fingers just were. Slowly the head disappeared into her ass and she moaned, he began to rub her clit again as he pushed more cock into her ass. As he pushed in, his cock was getting complete hard again. He slowly began to work it out a little and then in, the cum from both of them was lubricating her ass and after a few more strokes he had his cock completely in her ass. Then he began to fuck her in earnest in the ass as he rubbed her clit. She moaned and thrust back on his cock. I had fucked her ass before, once or twice, but never had she acted as if she enjoyed it any at all and would resist doing so if she could, now this guy was fucking her in the ass and she was moaning and fucking him back. After a few minutes of him rubbing her clit she began to cum once more with his cock in her ass. I could tell he was getting closer as he fucked her ass harder and harder, when she began to shake and cry out, he began to hammer his cock into her. She came the hardest of the day with his cock slamming into her ass, and just as she relaxed from her orgasm, he began to shot his load up her ass. He pulled out making a popping sound, his cock now soft and laid next to her for a second. He got out of the sleeper after a few minutes and his friend got back in, he stripped down completely and I just watched as he stripped my wife down naked as well. His cock was hard again and he wanted more. He got on her and fucked her for about 15 minutes, she laid there, and just let him fuck her. Finally he began to pound away at her and grunt. She responded with a small orgasm of her own as he filled her with one more load of semen. She laid naked in the sleeper for a while as the three of us chatted, they asked me if I wanted a turn and I told them that I would fuck her at home. So with no other ado I got my wife to put her dress back on and we got back into our truck and left the rest stop. It didn't take her long to pass out and sleep the rest of the trip home. Once home she took a shower and we fucked for hours talking about our adventure on the way home. The Trip Home Every Valentine's Day since I had left for graduate school, I stepped up onto the old gray train heading home. I made the trip for Easter and Christmas, but those visits were for my family. They were happy, full times of laughter, general silliness, and catching up for the past few months. We would spend time chatting with grandmas, grandpas, uncles and second cousins twice-removed. And I always flew. My yearly ride on what I had affectionately come to know as Old Sally was different. Climbing up the scarred steps into the passageway of the train each year, I would smile to myself at each little ritual. From buying my ticket to waiting for the train, changes were few from trip to trip. The conductor grew in age with each passing year, but his wide smile was always toothy and tobacco-stained. Other passengers were different from year to year, but they always fit the same profiles. I would often spend the ride watching people, watching the way they interact, the things they noticed, and especially the things that they didn't. Sets of four lumpy, worn seats faced each other in small groupings down the length of the train. There was a dining car in the back with the same older woman smelling of cinnamon and train dust, with her hair pulled back tight. Sally was the only one of her kind. She had begun as a prototype earlier in the century, but more modern design ideas caused the shelving of any future production of more trains like Sally. Remaining in service for large part as a tourist attraction, she was a fixture of older days. Days when ladies wore skirts and hats, and gentlemen never sat first. Stowing my small bag underneath a window seat, I looked out at the busy station but let my mind wander as I settled down into the squishy back of the chair. Every year on this day, my nerves were calm and my head was clear. Without fail, I went home to see him. I brought neither flowers nor chocolates nor fluffy stuffed bears. There were no gifts awaiting my homecoming. There were no sparks, no fireworks, no expressions of love. None of the trademarks of that particular holiday. Still, I went. When the train came to its final station, I never stopped to see anyone else. I always went straight to him, and my visit never lasted more than an hour. There was no one else during those moments, just him and me, like before. I would sit in the quiet room and think about the trip, about the year, and about the past. The whirlwind that was my life quieted for a space of time where all I did was sit at his side, hold his hand, and remember. I would remember the past that we shared. The childhood memories that grew in color and complexity as years passed and that mysterious phase called adulthood began. He was my best friend, my oldest friend, and the only man I ever loved. I had friends who had often tried to understand what brought me home each year, what kept me from moving on after all this time. I knew from experience, and from something deeper, that I would never be able to fully explain. What they could not understand, what I could not put into words, was that I would always hope. Time would change my circumstances, my face, the reality around me, but it would never change the raw hope that lived somewhere inside. Each year as it resurfaced, I succumbed without rancor and perpetuated the cycle I knew that I would never be free of. A part of my mind recognized it for what it was, accepted it, and digested without raising waves in the rest of my brain. Looking out the small, dingy window, I watched the reunions taking place along the platform. Happy wives and lonely husbands, small children eagerly anticipating hugs and warm greetings. And then there were those leaving trains who would go without. They would have no welcoming words, no friendly touch, just the money needed to hire a faceless cab driver. I had long ago stopped bothering myself with the questions. Why did I go? Why did I need to go? Why was it so important to me? The questions themselves were unimportant. There was only one thing of which I was certain. I was on the wrong train. It was always going to be the wrong train. And I would always be on it. The Trip Home It was getting late. We had to tear ourselves away from the bar, and get to the BART train, before they stopped letting people into the system. I paid the bar tab, grabbed your hand and we headed out the swinging doors. Even though its 1:00am, the weather is fantastic, still very warm. We walk the short block to the BART station and get on the escalator. I stand two stairs below you, so we can kiss all the way down to the bottom. I run my hands up your short, leather skirt, pull you close and nibble on your ear. We get to the bottom and walk over to the ticket machine. As I am putting the bills in to the machine, you reach around my waist from behind and start to grab me through my pants. It feels so good; I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath. I finish getting the tickets and we head for the turn styles, go through them and take the stairs down, hand in hand. As we get halfway down, I see the train waiting for us; we run down the stairs and jump through the doors, just as they slide together. It is the last car on of the train, and there is not another person here. We walk the length of the car and you sit down in the first booth, facing away from the door. I look through the glass doors, into the next car, and that one too, is empty. I guess there are not a lot of people on BART at 1:30 in the morning. I slide into the seat beside you and put my arm around your shoulder and move as close to you as I can. You lean over and start to nibble on my right ear, and it sends shivers through out my body. Your right hand finds its way to my crotch, and you start to massage my cock through my jeans. I move your hand away and say, "Not now, we can fool around when we get home." You say "NO, I want you here, right now," and start to unzip my pants. You let out a cute little gasp when you notice I don't have any underwear on and take hold of my cock. My breathing gets more rapid, as you take my cock out and start to play with it. You tell me you want to suck my cock, and I say "no, what if someone comes in?" You say, "No one will come in, and it's at least 10 minutes until we reach the next station." Your eyes catch mine and you start to jerk me faster, as you whisper, "I want to taste you NOW." I lean back and close my eyes, as your mouth slowly descends over my hard on. I try and concentrate on your talented tongue, and listen to see if anyone is going to surprise us, by coming through the door from the next car. My hand moves between your legs, and you spread your legs wide for me, as you slowly go up and down on my hard cock. I start to move my fingers around on the outside of your panties. I can feel how damp they are, and start to press my fingers in to your wet pussy through the silky material. As I zero in on your hard clit, you let my cock out of your mouth look up at me, and give me a long passionate kiss. Your hand takes over and you start to massage my balls and tell me how you can't wait to lick them and roll them around on your tongue. I take my hand away from your hot pussy, so I can lick my fingers and taste your sweet essence. As I move my hand towards my mouth you stop me and guide the fingers in to your mouth instead. After you suck all your juices off you tell me, you want me to taste something else. At that point you reach under your skirt, lift your ass of the seat, and pull your panties down over your legs and take them off. You bring the panties to my mouth and let me lick and smell them, they are so wet. It's like you already came. My hand dives back into your pussy, and I spread your lips wide, as I start to rub your clit, hard, this time there is no material to get in the way. You are so wet, my finger slide all the way in you. After a minute of playing with your hot pussy, you say, "I need you in me, NOW." I return, "No, we will be pulling in to the station any second." "I don't give a fuck," comes out of your mouth. "I want you to fuck me right now." You stand up slide and your left leg over mine, so your back is to me. You take my dick in your hand, spread your lips, put my cock just inside you and slam your body down on to mine. I reach around and under your sweater taking both tits in my hands as I start to pull and play with your nipples, while you bounce up and down on my cock. I am so excited at the whole situation that any second now, I am going to explode and shoot my cum deep in to your pussy. I let go of your tits and grab your waist and star to pull you down hard on me. I moan to you that I am going to cum any second and you start to move faster, the feeling, nothing like I ever felt before. I feel the cum starting to move around deep inside my balls and hope I don't pass out with pleasure, after I fill you with my white, hot cum. All of a sudden we hear the whistle blowing, and the train starts to slow down. I open my eyes and look through the window just as the platform comes in to view. Any second now anyone standing on the platform will be able to see us. You swear under your breath as you get off my cock and stand up in the isle, trying to get that freshly fucked look off your face. I shove my dick back in my jeans and zip them up just as the train comes to a complete stop. I pick up your wet panties and put them in my pocket and we walk out the car door. We walk up the stairs to exit the station and I whisper to you, "I can't wait to get home to finish off what we had started," You breathlessly answer, "Hell, I'm not waiting 20 minutes for you to fuck me some more." We exit the station and start to walk through the parking lot to my car. I say, "Well, my love, you will have to wait until we get home, because there is not enough room to fool around in my car." Laughingly you counter, "I know that, but there is plenty of room on the hood of your car to get things done!" We are almost at the car, and the lights start to go out. It's late and there are very few cars still in the lot. Mine is at the far end, with nobody or anything nearby. You get to the car a few steps before me and jump up and sit on the hood beckoning me to you. I move up to you as you spread your legs and invite me in. We start to make out, our tongues struggling for the right to dive into the others mouth. I lean in to you and feel your breasts mashed against my chest, as my hands grab you by the ass and pull your entire body to me. I take my left hand off your ass and slide it under your sweater and start to play with your right breast, pulling on your always hard nipple. Our lips separate and your tongue slides down my neck and you start to bite and nibble on my throat. Even though the night is still warm, your tongue sends a chill through my body. You feel my still hard cock, poking you in the crotch and say, "You are at just the right height to fuck me, so get to it." We start to kiss some more as I reach down and start to undo my pants. Your hands move down to your pussy and you start to play with yourself, getting it ready for me. You take my throbbing dick in your hand and aim it at your cunt, I do the rest as I ram it balls deep in to you with one thrust. You gasp out loud and fall back on the hood. I take you by your ass and pull you all the way on to me, us I move in to a slow rhythm as I bury my cock in to you as far as I can, and pull it all the way back out, then use my cock head to split your lips and ram it deep again. You pulled your sweater up over your tits so I could see you massaging your them, pulling on your thimble sized, rock hard nipples, pulling on them one-second, and pushing them deep in to your flesh the next. It takes me a split second to thrust my cock all the way into you, and five seconds to slowly pull it all the way out. You are so wet, that it slides with ease both ways. After a few minutes of this slow sexual torture, I can tell its time for me to cum, my breathing gets deeper and I can no longer pull out of you slowly. Now, my cock is coming out as fast as its going in, you notice the difference and start to pull on your nipple with one hand, and start to finger your clit with the other. You are moaning and gasping for air, like I am, ready to cum in any second. I look down at my cock banging into you, and it's a blur of motion, in and out in and out. I am seconds away from cumming. You let go of your heaving breast, take your hand off your clit and as you are pushing me away. You tell me you want to cum while getting fucked from behind. You hop of the car, turn around and bend over the hood of the car and wiggle your awesome ass in my face mashing your tits on the hood of the car. I know that if I enter you now, I will cum in a second and not give you the pleasure you deserve. I get on my knees between your legs and start to suck on your pussy, my tongue on your clit and my nose buried in you. You are so wet; the sweet juice is flowing into my mouth. I bury my tongue inside you as far as I can, and slip two fingers inside you as well. My fingers find your clit and your whole body shakes as you moan out, " Yeeeesssss!!!!" in pleasure. You start to move your ass down on to me as I lean in to you, my mouth still buried in your cunt. My cock is now ready to finish what we started. I get off my knees and give each of your ass checks a quick bite as I stand up. My still hard as a rock cock, is ready to enter your steamy, wet cunt. I take my dick in my hand, give it a few strokes to get it ready, spread your pussy lips wide open, move close to you and slide it in. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach out and try to grab on to the hood of the car as my cock slides in and out of your wet pussy. I get in to a nice slow rhythm, as I thrust in to you over and over, all the way in, almost all the way out. You do your best to move your ass back against me. You have no leverage so you stop moving and let me do all the work. I lean over you and start to slide my hands under your sweater, and grab your tits. I can't get much of a hold on them, but I can reach your nipples and try my best to flick them around. That feeling is returning to my balls and I can tell it's not going to be long now before I cum. I take my right hand out from under you, move your hair from your ear and whisper, "You are so fucking hot, I will remember this night as long as I live." My thrusting starts to get faster. The faster and deeper I fuck you, the louder your moans get. You beg, "Fill me with your cum, explode inside me!!!" I say, "Yessssss, yesssssss, any second now you will get your wish." My right hand, slides between your legs and finds your clit. I start to rub it with my index finger, while my body shoves my cock deep inside you. Your clit is so hard; you are seconds away from cumming. I feel your cunt muscles tighten on my cock as you begin to cum. This sends me over the edge and as you explode with pleasure, so do I. Your upper body arches back as wave after wave of ecstasy, rumbles through you like an earthquake, and spurt after spurt of cum, shooting out through my dick, goes deep inside of you. My body collapses on top of yours and my knees go weak. I use what little energy I have left to keep us from sliding off the car hood and down on to the ground. Whispering into your ear, "That was the most exciting encounter of my life." Turning your head and looking in to my eyes you breathlessly say, "Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet!" Many thanks to Angel Love, for editing, my first submission. The Trip Home I had my carry-on under my arm, completely stuffed with the shirts and boxers I had brought for the weekend. I can't stand checking baggage—I'm always paranoid it'll get lost. As a result, I try to live out of small bags whenever I fly. I'm also addicted to my computer, which was just one more thing I had to stuff in the bag. And then there was the pair of heavy dress shoes I had somehow managed to squeeze in. What it all meant was this bag was REALLY heavy. As I waited in line to board, my discomfort was obvious. I kept switching the back between arms, shifting my weight on my sneakers, and even leaning against the columns when my place in line brought me by one. I felt like sort of a wimp, to tell the truth. I've been out of puberty awhile and have a decent build for a man, but it's all looks. I never had the time or concern to build muscle mass, and sometimes the most basic tests of endurance would wear me out. So when I finally got to sit down on the plane, I let out an audible groan of relief. "Tired, huh?" said a light voice to my left. I looked over at the window seat, suddenly noticing who was there. "Yeah, long weekend," I said defensively. True, it had been a long weekend, but the bag would have worn me out anyway. I smiled at her and took the opportunity to check her out a little. "You look a little bit like a partier," she teased with a red-lipped smile. She was older, perhaps in her late forties. But from what I could tell, she still had an amazing figure. Her skin looked pretty firm as well, but she had quite a lot of makeup on, so I couldn't tell for sure. "Hah yeah I guess. I was visiting family, actually. Just didn't sleep enough." "Ah, well you won't get much sleep on the plain. These seats are awful." She brought up that teasing smile again. It was kind of odd; sure she had on a lot of makeup, probably too much. But she obviously knew how to apply it, and combining it with large brunette curls, it gave her a sort of over-glammed charm. And it helped that she was actually pretty—the makeup wasn't just to hide her face, just exaggerate it. "I guess you try to sleep on them a lot?" I ask with a smile, finally noticing the little wing-pin on her tight black blouse. I just figured she liked to wear button shirts and short skirts, but this appeared to be some kind of uniform upon closer inspection. "Yeah, on the flights back home, like today. Thankfully I'm off. But today I'm not tired." Her blue eyes started to move over me. She'd probably noticed my inspection of her, and decided to return the favor. I was used to this sort of thing; I can appreciate the beauty of older women and they typically think I'm cute as well. But they always find me harmlessly young and just chat and flirt casually until we walk our separate ways. "Hah, well I'll try to stay up so you won't be bored," I said while flashing my own smile. It's one of my better traits, I think. She didn't notice, she was looking at my legs. "I love those jeans!" she said, causing me to blush a little. "Thanks. I got them pretty cheap at a thrift store. Can you believe somebody would just give away designer clothes like this?" "Oh I know. But it's great when they do. I'm surprised, most guys your age wouldn't go shopping enough to ever find jeans like that." "And how old do you think I am?" I challenged flirtatiously. She raised an eyebrow and smiled again, this time just barely curling her full lips. "Twenty five?" Her eyes darted up and down my body again as she said this. Something gave me the feeling she was trying to check my cock out with how her eyes lingered around my waist. "Twenty two" I replied, blushing a little again. "You're just a baby!" she teased, reaching out with long fingers to tussle my short hair. It was a motherly action, but something in the delicateness of her touch made it seem more sensuous than platonic. "Hah I know, I know. But don't let it fool ya, I'm set in my ways and can be cranky like any middle-aged man." She laughed a light laugh, closing her eyes for a second. When she was done, she curled her lips suggestively again, then asked, "And how old do you think I am?" "Thirty nine," I lied, purposely trying to flatter her. She laughed again and was about to reply, when we were suddenly airborne. "Wooh! I didn't even notice we taxied," she said, taking the opportunity to change the subject. When she had let out her surprise, her leg had conveniently slid close to mine. I looked down to notice they were in sheer black stockings, which made my pulse go a little quicker. I adore stockings. "Me either. And you didn't answer my question," I said, not moving my leg from hers. "No fooling you, I guess," she said. "You're gonna think I'm sooo old." "Naaah. C'mon, tell me." "I'm fifty nine." "Really?" I asked, thinking she was lying. "You look waaaay younger than that. Not to mention how great your figure still is. I know some college girls who would be jealous." "Aw thanks. And I noticed you liked my figure," she said a little quietly. She turned a little more toward me, giving me a better view, pretty much inviting me to admire her. I didn't pass up the opportunity. "Honestly, it feels nice to have a guy your age looking at me like that. Don't stop any time soon" I looked at her large breasts for awhile, noticing her nipples were hardening through what must have been an unpadded bra. I finally let my eyes drift up to her face, noticing she was smiling again, this time showing some of her teeth in a wider grin. "I won't stop until you make me," I said flirtatioiusly, returning the smile. The wide grin she gave me was a show of honest excitement, which I found much more sexy than any guarded smirk most temptresses give. She leaned forward, giving me a better view of her cleavage, wanting this game to continue. It was having an effect on me, and my cock was starting to get hard in my jeans. She was looking right at it "Yeah, I realllly like those jeans" she teased. She put her hand on my thigh, her red-tipped fingers rubbing close to my cock. "Now that we're up, I'm getting pretty cold. I'm sure you noticed" She rotated her torso again, letting the satin of her black shirt pull over her breasts more. Her nipples were even more erect. "Mind asking one of the on-duty stewardesses for a blanket?" "Oh…no problem," I said, feeling distracted. She was fiddling with the pin on her breast, deciding to finally take it off. I finally broke my eyes away and pushed the call button. It wasn't long until another stewardess walked by. "Can I help you?" she asked with a rigid and inhuman smile. She was young, but not very attractive. "Yeah, I just need a blanket if you don't mind." "Sure, right away. " It wasn't long until she was back with one of those small, square, brown blankets that airlines use. I handed it over to my new friend, expecting her to bundle up. Instead, she stretched it across both our laps and moved her grip firmly to my hard cock. "Ooh, that's better. Thank you." She leaned in, putting my arm around her with her free hand. She guided my hand right to her left breast. "Yeah, this is…much better," I said in a soft voice. I was blushing bright red. I let my hands move across her breast, realizing that she was wearing a cupless bra. "So that's why your so cold…you're letting your breasts face the elements alone." "I like it this way. I want people to see as much as possible when my nipples get hard," she whispered quietly. Her lips were against my ear. "Oh, and incase you were wondering…I really want to make you cum." I swallowed, not believing how far this was going. This woman found me sexy, and seemed to get off on doing all the work. I decided to keep my mouth shut from this point forward, knowing that whatever I had to say wouldn't help the moment. I felt her hot wet tongue tease my ear as she started unzipping my jeans. I guess she planned on taking a few liberties being in the window seat…no one could see her that well. After a few moments she got my hard cock out from under my boxers and ran her warm fingers along it. "Look straight ahead. If I'm gonna do this we can't get caught." She started kissing and licking my ear again, working my cock slowly. "Do you need some lubrication?" "Yes," I said quickly. Her hand left my cock for awhile, but staid under the blanket. Before long, it was back on me, wet and sticky. "That's exactly what you think it is," she said as the smell filled my nostrils. That woman must have been soaking wet to get that much on her hand. She let her fingers glide over me, keeping her grip just tight enough. My nerves were on fire. "Nn..I..uh..nn" I mumbled, trying to warn her that I didn't want to cum all over the blanket. "Don't worry, I've got a plan for that too," she smiled. She shifted in her sheet a little bit and I tightened my hand on her large breast. "Mmm, squeeze it harder." She said as her other hand moved under the blanket. I felt satin move onto my cock. "Are those…" "Yes. Those are my panties. I want your cum in them," she said as she started working me faster. She started kissing and licking my neck now. "I love being a dirty girl like this. You're just a little boy but I want your cum so baaaaad." Her voice was quiet, but with a hard edge. I started sweating a little, my hear beating furiously. She started tightening her grip on my throbbing cock and nibbling my earlobe. I was on the edge, but trying to hold back. I wanted to keep enjoying this. "You don't understand," she kept whispering. "I realllly want your cum. I'm gonna put these panties back on after you cum in them, just so I can feel it against me." That was all it took. I lost any semblance of control and shot my load hard and fast into her panties. Some of it dribbled down my cock, but she was quick to rub the satin all over me and get it all up. Suddenly the panties were gone and she started shifting in her seat again, then stopped. "Mmm, that feels good," she whispered in my ear. "I'll wear these for awhile…but when we land…I'll have to take them off again." "Yeah, they'll need washing," I said lamely, feeling the need to talk but having nothing worth-while to say. "No, silly," she chastised me in that fuax-motherly way. "I'm gonna have you fuck me in my ass." The Trip Home My Goddess had me call her for my next task when I left the clients and headed to the airport. I called her as ordered and she gave me my instructions. I was to find a guy in the airport, slip him a note offering him a blowjob if he would meet me in the restroom. If he took me up on the offer, I had to suck him off in one of the stalls. If he didn't, I was free to go. I was blown away. This was more extreme than anything she had me do so far. I knew that it was not in my power to refuse however. I told her how nervous I was. She laughed and said, "I know little cocksucker. This is good training for you. You are going to be sucking lots and lots of cocks for me." I told her that I was also nervous about going through security with the dildos in my bag. She told me that it shouldn't be a problem since I had already made it through once on the way out. I reminded her that I now had two additional butt plugs in the bag. One of them was a vibrating unit with a wire on it. I was afraid someone would see it and call me out. She laughed again. "Oh that's right. I forgot about that. This is great. I hope they do open it up. I can't wait. Now I have two things to look forward too." I gulped and stammered a bit. She asked me. "Are you hard?" I had to admit that I was and she started laughing again. "This is going to be so much fun." "Text me when you get there." I was so nervous for the rest of the drive to the airport. My palms were sweating as I contemplated my task. How would I pick somebody to approach? How could I keep this secret in the restroom? What if someone caught us? All kinds of scary thoughts went through my head. I pulled over at a rest area oasis to get gas for the rental and went in to use the restroom. As I walked through the rest area, I scanned the crowd trying to identify the appropriate type of person to approach. I considered my options. Big tough looking guys would make me feel real dirty, but would be likely to want to kick my ass. Older businessmen probably wouldn't react, but would be unlikely to accept because they would believe they had a lot to lose like I did. Younger guys would be the most horny and likely to accept, but could react in any crazy way. As I scanned the crowd, the guys all looked back at me. I wasn't used to searching this way and I felt incredibly dirty. I felt like they knew what I was thinking and what I was looking for. At the minimum, I figured they thought I was weird to be looking at them. I felt like a pervert cruising for cock. I went into the restroom and checked it out. It had a large handicapped stall at the end and looked private. I considered trying to do this in the rest area instead of the airport, but changed my mind. My Goddess had been specific. There were also a lot of truckers using the restroom who might find me and react badly. I got back into the car and drove to the airport. I was nervous all the way. At the airport, I got into the security line with butterflies in my stomach. I texted my Goddess to let her know I was in line. Her reply was instantaneous. "Woohoo I can't wait! I'm dying to see what happens!" she exclaimed I put my stuff on the conveyor and went through the x ray device to the other side. My computer came out, along with my container with shoes, cell phone, belt, and liquids. As I was getting dressed, the conveyor stopped and my worst fears were realized. I saw the woman at the bag scan screen looking at the screen and I knew it was my bag in the lineup. She started smiling and I was sure that she had seen it. She called the other woman at the conveyor over to look and I saw them both looking at the screen and saw the second woman smile. Both women started talking together and chuckling. I was mortified and nervous, not knowing how they would react. I heard them call for a bag check. I opened my phone and saw a note from my Goddess. "What's happening? I'm in suspense." I texted back, "I'm being searched." I was trying to act nonchalant but nervous as hell inside. The guy came over to check my bag. He was a big Hispanic guy with a mustache. I saw him look at the screen and smile. I could see the girls both chuckling. I knew they had brought him in to "handle" the situation. He turned around and looked at the guy in line beside me and asked if it was his bag. That guy shook his head. Then he looked at me and I nodded. They all looked at me and I could feel the flush of blood rushing to my face. The guy said, I have to swipe your bag. I felt a sudden rush of relief because I knew that meant they had decided not go through the bag. I said ok, and he carried the bag off to one side. I thought, oh shit, maybe he will search it and he is just trying to reduce the embarrassment. He unzipped the bag and I felt the butterflies in my stomach. I was so nervous, I felt like I had to pee my pants. He pulled out a swatch of cloth and rubbed it along the sides of the bag but he didn't go deep. I realized then, that he had seen what was in the bag and was pretty sure what it was, but had to go through the motions. I also think he didn't want to get too deep into the bag and certainly didn't want to touch anything. He stuck the swatch in the machine and it came up clear of course and he said I was free to go. He was very professional and kept a straight face the whole time. As he closed up the bag and handed it to me, I glanced up and saw the two bag checkers looking over at me trying not to smile. I blushed again, took the bag and walked away. After I left, I texted my Goddess to tell her what had happened. She didn't believe me at first, and I was shaking so bad, I couldn't hit the keys well. I walked toward my gate, knowing I had a remaining task to do, but my heart was still racing and I was still shaky. I went in the restroom by the food court and checked it out. The stall doors came almost all the way down to the floor and I decided it made a good room to use if I had too. My biggest fear was that someone would call security and I would end up being arrested for indecent or lewd acts. I texted my Goddess and told her that I needed a drink to calm down. She told me to get one, then to complete my task. I walked through the food court looking at guys and thinking about the profile of the guy I would pick for my task. I didn't want a guy who would get violent. I also didn't want a business man that would have a lot to lose and would be unlikely to accept my offer. Everyone I looked at seemed wrong. I stopped and bought a bottle of water, and sat down to write my note. I wrote "Meet me in the restroom if you want a blow job. It is the restroom across the food court." I was still too nervous and decided to get the drink we had talked about to calm down before going to the next step. I went to the bar and waited for the bartender. I noticed the guy sitting there drinking a beer. The foam on the glass made it look very rich and I asked if it was a Belgium beer. He told me it wasn't but that it was a good pale ale. I ordered the beer and talked to him for a while. He was a pretty nerdy guy. There was a little ledge behind him and I sat there drinking my beer while my phone charged and I got my courage up. I started to relax as the alcohol hit my system. As I thought about the situation, I realized the guy I had talked to might be a good choice. He wasn't likely to call security and he could even be gay. I made up my mind and walked over to him. I looked him in the eye, handed him the note, and turned around, got my bag and walked across the food court. I didn't look back. I started shaking halfway across the court, but I went into the restroom and pretended to use the urinal. I texted my Goddess. I told her what had happened, and where I was at. "I'm so excited!" she texted back. "I hope he comes in. Are you ready cocksucker?" I stepped back from the urinal and washed my hands. I hung around in the room for a while, but it looked real funny to be there with everyone else going in and out. I stepped outside in the concourse and stood by the door looking across the food court. I didn't see the guy. I stood there quite a while and finally texted my Goddess. I needed her to release me, which she did. As soon as it was over, I felt a wave of calm wash over me. I had been holding the tension knowing what I was committed to do, and it when it was over it felt just like finishing a BDSM session. I was giddy, almost high and felt like I was floating on the ground. I moved into the bookstore and texted her again. She keeps pushing me to my limits. I love my Goddess She gave me an assignment this weekend to go to a chat room and find a cock to suck. Getting the assignment to begin with was humiliating. I envisioned myself meeting some guy in an alley or in his car and sucking him off for she. Just to search for someone and ask them was a challenge. I had never done it before, didn't know how to go about it, and didn't know if I would get any results. It has proven to be very difficult. I have spent several hours on line in chat rooms looking for guys. It's not hard to find a guy willing to have she suck his cock, but it is hard to find one close to me that can make it happen within a reasonable time frame. I am over the embarrassment of lurking in chat rooms, but I dread the moment I have to go meet someone and suck them. The other thing that is humiliating me is when she make me tell she that I am craving it. I am not craving the experience but am certainly humiliated by the whole experience. I feel like such a low cocksucking cumslut looking for meat. It is very degrading for me. I am also totally humiliated when she talks to me about telling her friends about our adventures. I feel like I am being totally exposed to them without them truly knowing me. Thus they know all the nasty stuff, the degrading stuff. It will be supremely embarrassing the next time I see them and have to look them in the eye. I can imagine their smile or smirk when I talk to them next. When she told Nikki last night, she expanded our circle to yet another friend exponentially increasing my humiliation. I imagine them talking together about me. I loved our discussion this morning about our future life together. I can envision it all so well. It would be a dream come true for me to have she by my side in all things. To live a life this free to explore all our fantasies and yet love and respect each other is something I never dreamed of hoping for. My most humiliated moment of the day came when I got an answer to my notice on Fetlife to suck a guy's cock. He was interested and is prepared to meet me this week. He said he could take pics of me with his cock in my mouth and his cum on my face. I am now arranging to do it. Somehow, I am going to have to meet this strange guy in a parking lot somewhere and suck his cock. I feel like such a slut. Her cock sucking bitch. The Trip Home Journal #32 Sunday, December 15th I can't believe I've written 31 journals already. With all the stresses and anxieties of life in college, it has been a good release to get all of my stress and anxieties out of my mind and onto paper. I hate to admit it, but mom was right. Writing everything down has really helped me to keep my bearings this year. I find I am much calmer and I am much, much more organized. I now take the time to think things through and I've resolved many problems just by writing things down clearly and then reflecting on them. Starting college last year, Bobby being deployed, and hearing about my parents divorce...it was all too much and I needed to have an outlet. Sigh. I miss the days when I would smoke a bowl...or five, and do absolutely nothing all day, but in the big picture, weed was just making it all worse. I was getting further away from my goals, not closer to them. Now I feel like I have much more balance in my life. I'm really starting to work through frustrating situations and I have more peace of mind. I hate to admit it, and I won't admit it to her but it has really helped. It has also improved my writing. I'm doing much better in my creative writing and journalism classes. Practice makes perfect and writing every day in a journal is just another way to express thoughts, feelings, and ideas. And mom was right about keeping all of these thoughts off of my laptop. I was already nervous enough when Jeff went through my laptop. If he had found out everything I had written in my journals...I don't even want to think about what would have happened. It was bad enough at the end and he just would have been worse. I'm SO glad everyone helped me get away from him. That night is still the scariest of my life. Enough of that, Winter Break starts tomorrow! Amber and I are going to start driving home tomorrow morning. Mom wanted us to fly but there was no way we could scrape together enough money for the airline tickets. Hopefully we will just have enough gas money! I asked Asami to double check her calculations and she believes we should be able to make it with gas to spare. I should really get better at math. I'm ashamed I have to keep asking the Asian girls on my floor to double check all my calculations. It feels like I'm perpetuating a stereotype. Oh well, for now I'll have to keep asking Asami. At least I can help her with studying for her art history class. It feels like I will be perpetually broke. I know that won't be the case but it definitely feels like it. All these student loans with all this crazy debt. I can't wait to graduate to make some decent money. At least it is only a 14 hour drive. Once we get on the freeway we can just drive straight through, taking turns when we get tired. I always have fun with Amber so I am really, really looking forward to this trip. We are planning on leaving at 7 am tomorrow. I should be able to see mom by tomorrow evening! Mom is going to let us stay in Bobby's room, considering she turned mine into a workout room. Gee, thanks mom! Packed: - Clothes - Whatever snacks we had left - Present for mom. Need to get: - Batteries (AA) - Bottled Water ------------------------------------------------ Monday, December 16th 10:12 am Well this trip did NOT start off as I had planned. Amber didn't tell me anything about bringing her friend Tony. I can't believe she invited him on our trip. I can't believe she invited him to my moms house without even asking! I know it is her car and she can ask whoever she wants but Mom is going to flip her shit and I will have to be the one to try and explain it all. I love her but she is so gullible. That stupid story he told us about having no one to go home to over the holidays was obviously bullshit. He clearly just wants to bang her and she is so desperate and stupid that she will let him. Whatever, they are both losers. I work up early at 5:00 am, threw my hair in a ponytail and put on a hat, packed the rest of my stuff, and ran out the door. I didn't even put on makeup because we were just going to be on the road all day. I go out and stand outside in the cold...for NOTHING. We were supposed to leave at 7:00 am, but instead we left almost at 10:00 am When they did show up, Amber was looking pretty with her makeup perfect and her hair done and her boobs hanging out of her shirt. Then she begged me to sit in the back seat! The two of them are currently in the front seats, just babbling away and talking about all their vapid interests. If I hear him say, "I love that too!" one more time, I may kill him. It is so obvious that he just wants to get into her pants. Really, buddy? You really like the same brand of mascara that she is wearing? Whatever! You probably don't even know what a girl uses mascara for you blithering nitwit. Sigh. At least I will get to see my mom tonight. I will just stay focused on that. It will make the ride in this torture chamber a little more bearable. ------------------------------------------------ 2:45 pm At least Tony is good for one thing...cash. We were all getting hungry and I started to get some snacks ready but he insisted on buying us lunch. We found some diner on the side of the road and he let Amber and I order whatever we wanted. After lunch, he insisted on us driving to the gas station and he paid to fill up the tank and drive for a few hours. He may be annoying but at least he is paying his fair share. We actually had a decent conversation at lunch. I appreciate that he chipped in but it did put us behind another two hours. It's also nice that we don't have to stress about making it to mom's on gas fumes. I'm really confident we will get to mom's now. I'll have to apologize to Asami when we get back. I bugged her for weeks to make all those calculations and then we didn't even need it. It has been comical to watch Amber and Tony. I love Amber but she is just so dumb and dingy. I don't think Tony really knew what he was getting into. I've watched her flirt with him over the past few weeks and he obviously loves the attention but I don't think they've had a real conversation. It was always a wave, a brief "Hello", or she would shake her ass to get his attention. I'm sure he agreed to come on this trip just to get his hands on her 36 DD's, but he didn't take into consideration that he would confined space with her stupidity for fourteen straight hours. She is definitely a dingy brunette. I was proud of Tony for letting her win the argument that kilometers are longer than a miles because "her speedometer has higher numbers for kilometers than miles". I did notice him cringe when she became incensed that the waitress would offer her bacon bits for her salad because she didn't tolerate the slaughter of baby pigs and instead demanded the waitress bring her regular sized bacon and she would break that up herself. But I definitely saw his sex drive switch to OFF when she told him that Nelson Mandela was a great actor. He just stared at her like he was expecting her to let out a punch line, but then he realized she was being serious. He looked at me and I just smiled as wide as I could. He slumped down in his seat, realizing he had made a terrible mistake. I hope her vagina is magical, Tony. It is the only thing that is going to make the torture tolerable. While watching these two has been comical, I'm still really annoyed how far behind we are now. I had planned to eat lunch on the road but nooooo. These two just had to get out of the car for a while. It will be close to midnight by the time we get to moms. Fuck, I can't even concentrate anymore, she is blabbing about all the shades of lipstick she brought and how she intends to use them. She is sitting right in front of me and I really want to use my shoelaces to reach around and strangle her. ------------------------------------------------ 9:35 pm I'm glad I remembered the batteries. I'm still able to write with the flashlight Bobby gave me. Bored, bored, bored, bored, boring, bored, bored. It has been a really quiet ride since Tony exploded. Amber was going on and on about absolutely nothing and everything that is nothing and he finally had enough. He turned to her and loudly yelled, "SHUT UP!" Then, he started yelling about how stupid she is. He told her every time she opens her mouth his penis shrivels up a little more. (Ouch) Needless to say, she didn't like that and they started bickering, which quickly turned into an intense argument. Suddenly, Tony pulled the car off of the freeway, whipped into a closed gas station, got out of the car and walked around for a while mumbling to himself. He was so mad at her he just needed some space. I don't blame him. Amber sat there for a minute and then she got out of the car, ran around to the drivers side, and got back in. It was my turn to yell at her when she attempted to drive away. There was no way I was going to let her leave this poor guy in the middle of nowhere at some abandoned gas station in the middle of the night. That is how horror movies begin. I would have jumped out of the car myself but this stupid little car has no rear doors. I have to push the front seat all the way forward to climb out. Even when I push the seat forward it is hard to reach the door handle. I managed to convince Amber to turn the car around and go get Tony. After she pulled over I struggled to climb out of the back seat and I explained to Tony that he really needed to come with us. It would only be a few more hours in the car and then he could hang out with me once we arrived at my moms house. Once I explained I had some cute friends that I might be able to hook him up with since he obviously wasn't hooking up with Amber, he reluctantly agreed to get back into the car. I got back into my spot in the backseat behind the passenger seat and Tony sat in the passenger seat. I feel bad for the guy. He isn't as much of a dolt as I first thought. The guy thought he was going to have a fun weekend and it is just ending up to be a nightmare and we aren't even there yet. We even have a few things in common. When Amber drove back onto the freeway, I slid my hand down the right side of his seat, between the seat and the door and just put my hand on him. He reached around with his left hand and touched my fingers softly. He then exhaled and put his head back. I just wanted him to know I totally understand. Only a few more hours... ------------------------------------------------ 11:41 pm FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'm trying my best to stay calm. I'm fucking furious! So we got back onto the freeway after leaving that gas station and no one was talking to each other. The silence caused Tony and I to false asleep and the stupid idiot bitch got lost! We're on some stupid little road in the mountains in the snow! THERE ARE NO MOUNTAINS NEAR MY MOMS HOUSE! Amber has been to my moms three times now, and she KNOWS there are no mountains. Why did she keep driving up the mountain without saying anything to me? I have no idea where we are or how far off track we are. But that isn't the worst of it! I woke up because the car was going back and forth on a windy road. I opened my eyes and looked out the window and everything was white. I sat up and looked around and screamed at Amber to stop the car. Not only was she driving in the wrong direction, she was driving up a windy, snow covered road with no chains on her tires! The car was sliding all over the place and we nearly hit several trees! My screams startled Tony and he woke up as well. We were both yelling at Amber to stop instead just just kept driving while she started to cry! That is when I thought for sure that we were going to die. Not only was she sliding on snow and ice, she was crying as well and screaming at the both of us. But that still isn't the worst of it! I managed to get everyone in the car to calm down and I calmly explained to Amber that she was going the wrong way and she would need to turn around. So what does she do? SHE FUCKS UP THE CAR! During the turn she drove over a large mound of snow and we heard a huge crunch and now the car won't move at all. It won't go forward or backward. Stupid idiot! I want to kill her! Tony thinks we must be on a rock or log or something. There is too much snow under the car to see what we are on. It is so dark and cold that we can't really work outside for long. None of us are prepared for snow. We have light jackets but no one brought gloves or anything...because there is NO SNOW AT MY MOMS HOUSE. We were hoping another car would drive by so that they could help, but it has been over an hour and we haven't seen anyone. We can't get a signal on our phones because we are in the middle of a fucking forest, and fifteen minutes ago it started snowing again. Tony put out some hazard signs that we found in the trunk. Hopefully no one will crash into us. We are sitting sideways in the road, like sitting ducks. Unless someone drives up or down this road, it looks like we are going to be here for the night. We are going to sleep in shifts just in case someone drives by. Our plan is to wait until morning and we will see if we can get off the rock or whatever and then continue on...if the car still runs. Amber isn't allowed to drive the rest of the trip. I volunteered to stay up for the first shift. I'm way, way too angry to sleep. Amber is pretending to be asleep. Tony worked really hard to get us off the rock and he is actually asleep. I hope you don't worry too much, mom. I'll be home soon. ------------------------------------------------ Tuesday, December 17th 8:37 am We woke up about 7:00 am. I guess you could call it waking up. We all didn't sleep much. It was so cold last night that we couldn't get comfortable. We had to keep starting the car and running the heater. Then, in the middle of the night, the car ran out of gas. We had just filled up the tank and only drove an hour or two so we can only assume the gas tank was ruptured as well in the accident. Tony opened the car door and he could really smell a lot of gas so he thinks there is definitely a leak. So not only are we sitting ducks in the middle of the road, one spark can cause us to explode. Wonderful. I've been tempted to set Amber's car on fire just to warm up. When we woke up we couldn't see out of the windows. We rolled down a window and realized it was still dark out and had snowed several inches last night and the car was covered in snow and ice. We waited until there was enough light out and Tony and I dug out the snow out from under the car using some bark that we pulled off of a tree. The bark made a decent scoop and we managed to pull enough snow out to see Amber had run over a rock like we suspected. Unfortunately, it broke a metal thingy for the steering that is under the car and Tony could see gas dripping as well. We're going to have to wait for a car to drive by and then get a tow truck. Tony is outside, looking at the car. Amber had to pee. I hope there are bears in this forest that are attracted to the smell of urine. ------------------------------------------------ 2:45 pm Not. One. Car. This is maddening. Lots of angry silence. Still snowing. Getting colder. ------------------------------------------------ 4:15 pm Amber just freaked out! She started crying and screaming and yelling at both of us, She then put her running shoes on, grabbed a bunch of the snacks, shoved them in her purse, got out of the car, and started walking down the mountain! Tony and I stared at each other and then we started to follow her, trying to convince her to stay. She said she remembered there was a little house or store at the bottom of the mountain and she is going to walk there and get some help. She said she could make it in an hour or two. Tony and I are annoyed she didn't tell us that earlier...if that was even the truth. We begged her to come back. She kept walking and insisted that we stay with the car because it is her parents car and they will be furious if anything happens to it. We didn't like that idea and tried to convince her to stay. We may be mad at her but we don't want anything bad to happen! The snow was up to her knees and she was in leggings and a light jacket. We explained we would all walk down the mountain together in the morning. Amber wouldn't reply, she just kept walking through the snow. We screamed for her to come back until we lost our voices. Tony and I stood in the middle of the road, trying to decide what to do. We came back to the car. ------------------------------------------------ 8:30 pm Still no sign of help. We're worried about Amber. She should have listened to us and stayed! She wasn't dressed for trudging through the snow! I wish I would have checked the weather before we left, although I had NO IDEA we would be spending the night in the mountains. It gets cold at Moms but it never snows. We think it snowed at least a foot in the last 24 hours, maybe even more. We keep watching the road, thinking a snow plow or police car will eventually drive by but there hasn't been any. Tony moved the hazard signs and put them on the snow so people would be able to see us. We then decided that we should get ready for another night in the cold car. Tony then bundled me up in the front seat to try and keep me warm. I've been shivering for hours and I haven't been able to feel my feet since we followed Amber. While I tried to warm up, Tony climbed into the back seat and started to rearrange everything so we could sleep in the back seat. I feel bad for him. He is a big guy and that back seat is small. He had to work hard to even move around. He filled in the spaces where we would put our feet with our luggage. He then took all of our clothes and whatever he couldn't zip together, he put underneath us. Anything he could zip together he zipped and tied together to make a makeshift blanket. He covered the windows with a few of his shirts to keep the chill out. It actually helped and it isn't as frigid in here as before. It won't exactly be a four star hotel, but it will allow us to stay close together and conserve our body heat. He then moved me to the back seat. He took off my shoes and rubbed my feet for almost an hour to keep the blood flowing to them. He even sat on them and put them under his shirt to warm them up. He is being so, so sweet. He kept talking about his trip to Miami last year and he kept asking about my favorite hot spots that I've been to. I was so thankful to feel my toes again. He put three pairs of socks on my feet. My shoes are wet so I can't put those back on. I made a dinner of chips and salsa because that was the last thing we had to eat. At least our mouths will feel hot. Going to bed now so we can be up early. We're thinking of trying to walk down the mountain, but it is getting windy and it is starting to snow again. Hopefully the weather will cooperate. If it is sunny we may try to walk. ------------------------------------------------ 11:53 pm ~ Amid the chaos, a beautiful thing happens ~ Tony and I were cuddled together in the back seat. He had his back against the back seats and I was laying with my back to him, his strong arms wrapped around me, cuddling me, keeping me safe, doing his best to keep me warm. We were talking and giggling about our experiences as children and funny things that have happened in our lives. My nose really started to get cold so I turned over and nuzzled into his neck. Instantly I felt so much warmer. It gave me an idea. "Tony, wouldn't we stay even warmer if our skin touched?" "What do mean?" "My nose is so warm touching your neck. Wouldn't we stay warmer if the rest of our skin touched?" The Trip Home He paused for a moment. "Possibly, but if we catch a chill, it will take us forever to warm up again." "What if we just try a little, and see how it goes?" I just wanted to feel warm again. I've been shivering for two days. I sat up. "Take off your shirt," I demanded and he reluctantly did so. I took our jackets and shirts and put them on the pile on top of us, and then laid down with my back to Tony. WARMTH The heat of his skin felt so, so good on my back. I instantly stopped shivering and exhaled slowly. A calm came over me and I was finally able to relax again. It is so, so frustrating when you're constantly cold. Tony had his arms wrapped around me and he respectfully kept his hand on my tummy or ribs. "This is working. Let's try our pants as well," I suggested. "We just got comfortable!" he protested. "I'm finally getting warm. Please?" I would have begged more if necessary. He slowly started to move around so he could take off his pants. I sat up and quickly shed mine. We left our socks on. I wasn't going to let my feet get cold again. I threw our pants on top of us as well and once again I pulled our makeshift blanket over us and cuddled with my back to Tony. As we lay in the dark, the only sound you could hear was the wind howling around the car outside, and our breathing. It was scary and peaceful and comforting. Because the car was covered in snow, everything sounded different. I could hear things I couldn't normally hear. I swear I could hear our hearts beating. And then I wanted more than warmth. I sat forward and reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I pulled it off, realizing it was the first time I had had it off in days. I then rolled over and pressed my chest against his. "I'm not trying anything. I just can't believe how warm I feel," I whispered. Tony giggled and said, "You must be cold, your nipples are like little cold bullets on my chest" We both giggled for a few minutes. It felt good to giggle after being stressed and cold for so long. Then I felt his cock start to grow and press against my leg. We were laughing and it was freezing in the car. Isn't it supposed to shrink in the cold? I really don't understand how that thing works. I remember thinking that I'll have to find a biology student to explain it one day. "Why is it growing?" I finally asked. Might as well ask someone who has one. "The most beautiful woman I've ever met is almost naked and in my arms, her gorgeous breasts pressed against my chest, and we are laughing even though we are in the worst situation I can imagine. Not only are you beautiful but you're just cool to be around. We are in the middle of nowhere, stuck in the snow, and you haven't whined or complained. You're intelligent, funny, creative, and resourceful. You had some great ideas to keep us warm and alive. You're an amazing woman. Why wouldn't it grow?" I've never considered myself to be beautiful and my breasts definitely aren't gorgeous, but knowing that he thinks so highly of me and hearing him say all those wonderful things definitely warmed my heart while his body warmed my skin. I said softly, "When we started out on this trip, I thought you were just another meat head. Big muscles and little brains. Over time though, I could see you're a lot more than I thought. I appreciate how you've taken care of me over the past two days. We may be in a bad situation, but I feel safe with you." I moved up and kissed his cheek, and then I kissed him softly on the lips. He squeezed me tight as I kissed him again. (Thankfully we packed our toothbrushes!) We continued to kiss our kisses became more and more passionate. Tony is an amazing kisser and it was easy to let go and get lost in the lust. After a few minutes my nipples were no longer hard from the cold... Moving back slightly, I pulled Tony softly and he started to lay on his stomach. "No, lay on your back," I whispered. Tony did his best to roll over and lay down on the back seat. It was cute to watch such a big guy try to move around in the backseat of a tiny car with all of our supplies around us and all of our clothes on top of us and me in the way. I couldn't help but smile. He finally managed to roll over and lay on his back. I slowly moved on top of him and straddled him. I laid on top of him and started to kiss him again. I kissed his cheeks and the moved down and kissed his neck as his hands softly caressed the skin on my sides and back. It gave me the chills. "Please, don't rub softly. It gives me the chills and I'm trying to stay warm," I said once the chill had passed. "Sorry! Sorry!" he said as he rubbed me with his palms, restoring the warmth that his fingertips had taken away. I could tell he did not want to ruin the moment. I kissed him on the lips, and then slowly kissed down to his muscular chest. As I moved down his body I tried to stay as close as I could to him. Staying close exposed me to the hard shaft that was rubbing against my body as I slowly moved lower and lower down his body. I continued to kiss down over his defined abs and finally down to his waist. I moved our blanket of clothes over my head to make sure he stayed warm, and then I slowly pulled down the front of his boxer briefs. I reached my hand up in the dark and my hand found his hot, big, thick cock laying against his stomach. I slowly licked from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the tip. His hot flesh felt like fire against my tongue. He moaned loudly as I softly kissed down the shaft, and then once again licked him from the bottom to the top. I could feel his legs writhe beneath mine as I awkwardly laid on top of him in the cramped space. His cock grew with every lick, and it started to move away from his body and stand straight up. Wrapping my fingers around his hot shaft, I could feel he was as hard as a rock and his cock felt like it was on fire. I leaned forward and softly kissed and then licked the tip before taking him into my mouth and sucking on him softly. He moaned even louder. I stated to suck on his cock slowly and deliberately. I learned every inch of his cock with my tongue and I tried to give him as much pleasure to him as possible. I would suck soft and then hard, I would move my tongue back and forth, I would take him deep into the back of my throat and suck long and slow, and then suck only on the tip, moving my head fast and quick. I loved the way the ridge of the head of his cock would rub against the roof of my mouth. Mostly, I loved the heat. His cock was so hot in my mouth, and it was making the rest of me hot. Several times I just put my face against it to let it warm my cheeks. I kept his hot cock in my mouth as long as I could, sucking on him slowly and letting the fire within me continue to build and build. My toes tingled from both the hot cock and from finally getting some hot blood into them. Tony's fingers dug into my shoulders and he moaned frequently. He then grabbed my ponytail and held my head above him and quickly thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. He did it cautiously and for some reason it made me feel so sexy. I finally pulled away, gasping for breath as I climbed up his body. I knew his patience for just having my mouth had run out. Actually, my patience for only having that cock in my mouth ran out as well. I was aching to feel him inside of me. He pulled the covers up over my back as my lips met his. My lips were still on fire from sucking on his hot cock. I was pleased that Tony didn't freak out about kissing me after sucking on him like Jeff always used to. I love kissing a man passionately after having his cock in my mouth. Reaching between my legs, I grabbed his hard cock and I swayed my hips until I could put the tip of his cock between my pussy lips. He tried to thrust slowly but only the tip parted my lips. He thrust a few more times but the position was awkward and he couldn't penetrate me. I loved that he could no longer hold himself back and he had to have me. I briefly sat up on top of him, exposing both of us to the cold, and I slowly impaled myself onto his long, thick shaft. I was soaking wet and I slid down on him easily, but went slow deliberately. Inch by delicious inch I lowered myself onto him until I had completely engulfed him. I gasped as he slowly stretched me. His hands gripped my thighs tighter and tighter and my fingers dug into his chest deeper and deeper. When he was all the way inside me, I once again laid down on his chest. The fire from inside me mixed with the cold outside and I got a chill up my spine. Tony moaned softly as my body shook. He pulled the clothes up over me again as I slowly started to ride him. I knew I needed to stay close to him to preserve our heat, so I held myself up by putting my hands down on the seat, right above his shoulders, and I slowly moved my body over his. My breasts slowly dragged over his chest and our lips passed over each other softly as I slowly rode up and down that long, hard shaft. Tony put his hands on my ass and he squeezed as he closed his eyes. I think he was in the same beautiful place I was. We were really strangers that had only met two days before, but neither one of us wanted to just fuck. While it is hard to say we were making love because we hardly knew each other...that is exactly what we were doing. Over and over I slid up and down that delicious cock, being careful not to go too fast. At first, my intention was just to generate as much heat as I could for as long as I could, but once I had him inside me, I just wanted the beautiful moment to last forever. It was the most intense, sensual, and slow love making that I've ever experienced and I loved every second of it. His cock fit me perfectly and I loved how intimate the whole experience was. Over and over my body slowly moved over his, my hard nipples dragging over his hot flesh. The rhythm was slow and deliberate. The passion growing with every movement, every pant, and every thrust. He would fill me every time I moved my hips down, and he would almost slide out of me every time I went up. The inside of the car started to fill with my moans as I could feel my orgasm swelling within me. It was building slowly, like the snowflakes outside. As each minute passed, the orgasm grew. Every time I took Tony all the way inside me, it added another layer to my orgasm. I started to really grind my hips down on him with each thrust down but I was very careful to keep the slow, deliberate pace. I closed my eyes and felt his kisses on my cheek and lips as time started to slow down. My body started to tremble and I felt his hands grip my hips tighter as he helped me keep the rhythm as my body started to take over. I could feel his strong hands moving me up and down and I could feel him try to thrust from beneath me. I started to grunt as I tried to fight back my orgasm. My legs started to shake against his and I gripped the seat as hard as I could. All my muscles tightened. A flash of white. A ringing in my ears. A guttural yell. My legs were shaking so much that my hips started to lift up and I started to slide off of that massive cock. Tony quickly put his left arm around my back to hold me close to him and he put his right hand on my lower back and then pushed up with his legs and started ramming me super fast from underneath, his hip bone slamming into my clit with each thrust. Flashes of white. Skin slapping skin. Biting his shoulder as I screamed. Gripping the seat tighter. My orgasm infiltrating my body, taking over, and possessing me. My orgasm didn't come in waves, instead, it was like a snow plow pushing through me. It was strong and intense and it kept building and it lasted forever. It was so intense that my strength gave out and arms turned to jello I collapsed onto his chest and my body turned into a rag doll. I was completely at his mercy as he continued to slam that hot, hard cock into my soaking wet hot pussy as fast as he could. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I couldn't think, I could only feel ecstasy and euphoria. A long slow moan that I've never heard come out of myself escaped my lips. Tony stopped and he put his legs down on the seat as he panted heavily. I had no strength whatsoever and I laid on him, limply. "You okay?" he managed to get out through his pants. "Yes," I said through pants of my own. Tony grabbed my ass and kept moving his hips sliding his cock in and out of my pussy at random depths and it was probing me in random places. Tony finally caught his breath enough and he grabbed my ass and started to try and thrust faster while being underneath me. "Ahhhh!" I screamed out. "Stop, stop, stop. I have a cramp!" The fog of ecstasy lifted just long enough for me to realize I was in horrible pain. My right leg was in a weird position and I could feel my muscles tightening in my right hip before the orgasm, but then my orgasm hit and it consumed me. I couldn't think, I couldn't feel, I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe. I could only feel pure pleasure. Tony stopped and let me go and I tried extending both of my legs but I still could't stretch out so I started clawing at the door and pulling myself up to get me at the right angle where I could extend my legs. Tony tried lifting me as I whimpered and scrambled to get relief. I finally found enough room and I ended up standing up over Tony with my back against the top of the car. I looked down and his eyes were really wide. "Are you OK?" he said in a panicked tone. I could tell he was really scared but I still started to laugh. It was the most unromantic thing that could've happened during an incredibly amazing, beautiful moment. "I'm fine, I just have a cramp in my hip," I said while giggling. He was so sweet and understanding. He started to rub my hip and we both laughed and giggled at the weird position I was in. "Look, quick," Tony said. He was looking between my legs so I bent my head down and looked between my legs. When I stood up I had pulled the blanket up over us, and under the blanket was a little bit of moonlight that was coming in from outside the car. It was just enough light to see a long strand of my juices going all the way from my pussy to Tony's cock. It was actually very beautiful. We were still connected. It was a magical moment. Tony started to rub my hip again and the strand broke between us. We smiled and kissed and thankfully, the cramp subsided. My hip was still sore but it didn't hurt nearly as bad. I then started to shiver. Standing above Tony made the blanket fall off of us. We were nude and my tummy and crotch were soaking wet. Tony pulled me close to him again and quickly started pulling our clothes over us. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close but I continued to shiver. He then had another idea. He moved me off of him and had me lay face down on the seat. He then then moved on top of me and became my blanket. So warm. I immediately stopped shivering. I soon realized Tony not only wanted to keep me warm, he wanted to keep something else warm as well. His cock was in between my legs and he started to thrust very, very slowly. He started to kiss my shoulder softly and I could feel his cock quickly getting larger and hotter. It was getting hotter and hotter and I started to ache for him again. I then realized he didn't cum yet! I had the cramp before he finished! "Wait," I said softly. Like the gentleman that he is, he stopped and lifted himself off of me as I shoved my pillow down under my hips to raise my ass a little. I spread my legs as much as possible and Tony held himself up with one arm, and in the dark, moved his cock with his right hand until he found my pussy. He then slowly laid down on top of me. He shoved one hand under my left hip and thigh and pushed it under me until he found my clit. His right hand gripped the edge of the seat that was next to my head. I really didn't need him to massage my clit. I was still soaking wet from before. He could have easily slid into me, but I appreciated that he was concerned with my pleasure. While slowly massaging my clit, he pushed the tip of his cock into me until just the head slipped in. I whimpered...only because I wanted more. Instead, he slowly pulled the tip out and then put the tip back in. I reached back with my left hand and tried to grab his ass and pull him into me, but his arm was in the way. I stopped reaching for him when he started softly kissing me. He softly kissed my shoulders, cheek, and my ear while softly massaging my clit and sliding just the tip of his cock in and out of me over and over again. Fuck me. I grabbed the edge of the seat tightly and whimpered again. With his weight on me and his arm under me, I could barely move. I ached for him and he knew he was teasing me. He then slowly pulled his hand out from under me, and he put his fingers to his mouth. He sucked on his fingers as the tip continued to slowly slip in and out of me. "You taste so sweet," he whispered. He then continued to nibble on my ear as he reached under the seat with his left hand, and his right hand grabbed the seat tightly. I could feel the muscles in his arms tighten and I knew he was going to ram me soon. Tip in. Tip out. Tip in. The anticipation was driving me insane. Tip out. Tip in. Tip out. Hot, hard, cock. I was full of cock in an instant...and immediately he started plunging into me hard and fast. Some strange noise that was a mix between a gasp, an exhale, and a guttural moan escaped my lips, and then I inhaled and the noise turned into a loud, long moan because he was like a machine, thrusting in hard from behind, and his hips were rhythmically slamming into my ass. He was slamming into me so hard that my head suddenly stated to bump into the arm rest on the car door. His left hand reached under my left arm and his fingers hooked onto my left shoulder, and then in between thrusts he pulled hard with his left hand and I slid back a few inches, and then he quickly shoved that delicious cock back into me without even skipping a beat. I reached up the best I could with my right hand and pushed back against the door, except I had little strength left in my arms. All of my energy was focused on what was happening between my legs. I've never been impaled so deep, hard, fast and deliciously in all my life. Bang my head against the door all you want, just don't stop shoving that magnificent cock into me. I have no idea how long he fucked me like that but it felt like both a few minutes and an eternity all at the same time. I really couldn't tell because I stopped thinking and had some sort of metaphysical experience. I stopped being a woman. I stopped being Tamera. I stopped being human. I became sex. Tony reached under me and his fingers found my clit again, but instead of rubbing my clit he started to press on my clit every time he pulled out. He would thrust in deep and hard, and then press down on my clit as he slid out, and then shove himself in hard again. I have no idea how he did it, but the man has talent. It caused my orgasm to grow quickly and I remember reaching back with my left arm and grabbing his ass and digging my nails into him, trying to hold on. My orgasm continued to build and Tony's cock started to swell inside me. Tony finally started to go a little faster and fuck me a little harder. He waited for me the first time and now I wanted to wait for him. His fingers pressed my clit harder and harder and I started to moan and yell louder as he grunted into my ear. The sound reached a crescendo as he slammed into me harder and harder, faster and faster. The tip of his cock became huge and then... Hot cum. White flash. The Trip Home Breathing stopped. Ears ring. Inhale. Loud screams. Fingers dig. Bodies convulse. More cock. More cum. Guttural grunts. Hard shoves. Hot bodies. Beating harts. Loud exhales. Heavy Breathing. Finally calm. Forever changed. I was so lost in euphoria and lust. We were completely in a cocoon, multiple cocoons actually. The cocoon of the snow covered the car, and the cocoon of pure lust all around us. In our cocoon there were no other sounds other than our moans, heavy breathing, and our skin colliding together over and over again. There were no other smells but the smell of sex and sweat. There were no other tastes than the taste of his lips or the taste of our juices or the taste of his skin. There was no other touch than our hot flesh. My head was spinning in the most wonderful way. I had never been so in sync with another human before, and it was magical. We didn't speak the rest of the night, which was fine because we fully understood one another. A few seconds after our amazing orgasm he softly touched me to guide me where he wanted me to go. He slowly pulled the pillow out from under my tummy and put it under our heads, and then he carefully rolled us to our right side. He was being so careful so that he would not slip out of me. He slowly reached down and pulled our makeshift blanket over us, and then slid himself as deep into me as he could. He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzled his nose next to my neck, and he quickly fell asleep. I love feeling his warm breath on my neck and shoulder as he breathes. He finally slipped out of me shortly after he fell asleep. I wish men could stay hard all night after. I wanted to stay connected. I still want him inside of me. My head was spinning too much and my body was trembling too much for me to sleep, so I decided to update my journal. I had to start over several times because the words didn't make much sense until the orgasmic fog lifted from my mind. It is after 2:00 am and I really should get some sleep, but I had to write all of this down. I had to save this magical moment so I can always look back and remember how wonderful every second was. At least our experiment worked...we're very warm. ------------------------------------------------ Wednesday, December 18th 10:00 am Tony and I woke up in the middle of the night and had to put our clothes back on to stay warm. Our bodies had finally cooled down and the storm had gotten worse after we went to sleep. The wind really started to howl around the car, and it even shook the car a few times. We woke up again about an hour ago. With all the hot sex, little food, and the cloudy skies, it was easy to sleep in. As soon as I turned to face Tony and he kissed my forehead. I reached down and slowly started to rub his cock over his pants. Thankfully, I could feel him growing quickly. I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, and then I got up and moved down to be in-between his legs. I had to get on my knees and Tony had to move up a little, but I managed to pull his cock out of his pants and wrap my lips around his warm flesh. He quickly grew in my mouth as I slowly and softly sucked on him. I could still taste us from last night. It felt so good to have something so hot in my mouth after being cold again for most of the night. I quickly started to heat up again. I grabbed his growing cock with my right hand and I started to stroke him. I grabbed his hard cock tightly and I started to move my head faster. "Come here...I want that hot pussy," Tony said softly. "I can't, I'm too swollen and sore," I replied as I continued to stroke his cock. I lied. I wanted to swallow his cum. I was so hungry... He laid back and started to get a little too comfortable. I was tired and hungry and I didn't have the energy to suck on his cock all day. I started to talk dirty just to get him to cum faster. When I asked him if he wanted to watch me lick a pussy, he came almost instantly. His hot cum shot into the back of my throat and I continued to suck on him and stroke him as long as possible, taking in every last drop. I was so hungry and cold that I could feel his hot cum sliding all the way down, into my empty tummy. I collapsed into a heap next to him, completely out of energy and I think I dozed off again. I woke up when Tony sat up and started putting on his jacket. He is outside right now trying to make a fire. I love that he is trying everything he can to keep us warm and safe. I really wished that we had met under better circumstances. He is actually a really nice guy. I'm a little worried about him. He looks really pale today. It's probably from the lack of food and sleep. My hand is too cold to write anymore. ------------------------------------------------ 8:30 pm. Another day and still no cars passed by. Tony tried for three hours but he couldn't get a fire started. He climbed back in the car and he was so exhausted he fell asleep. He woke up to talk for a bit but he really wasn't making sense. He has been shivering ever since he came back into the car. I tried to keep him warm but he just kept shivering. I then touched his forehead and realized he had a fever. I'm not sure what made him sick but he is really shaking and it is scaring me. I can tell it is going to be another really long night. ------------------------------------------------ Wednesday, December 19th Early morning, before daylight. I cannot tell what time it is. Phone dead. Watch dead. So cold. Flashlight almost dead. Tony still shivering and moaning. I'm getting really scared. ------------------------------------------------ Morning. I've been sitting here crying for an hour. Cried so much my tears froze on my cheeks. Tony suddenly sat up, said he was too hot. He got out of car. He stripped down and started walking. Fell over after a few feet. I got out of car. Went to him. No pulse. No breathing. Tony is dead. How can Tony be dead? He was just talking to me. Now he is face down in the snow. I got him a blanket. Forgot I wasn't wearing shoes when I got out of the car. Feet are now so, so cold. In car now. Can't close car door. Too much snow or something. Scared. Alone. Tired. Cold. Crying. Always shivering. I miss you mommy. ------------------------------------------------ Dusk. Such a long, long day. Sleeping a lot. Crying a lot. After Tony died, Bobby came to me in the car. He said he missed me so much. I'm so confused. I know he died in Afghanistan but he came and talked to me and hugged me. He looked so good and he felt warm. Took off my socks and my toes look black. I think that is bad. Is that bad Mommy? Bobby tried to warm up my feet but it didn't work. Bobby told me the highway goes to Las Vegas and it is hot. He said the wicked live in my mind and I should. Bobby said daddy was my angel. Daddy lives in Vermont now with Frosty the snowman and the Santa. And I miss juice. Orange juice is my favorite. I would really like some now. And I kissed a boy and a girl and it was I'm so confused. Maybe my brain is frozen. Sleep now. ------------------------------------------------ Thirty day. December 543 Morning. Piled all the clothes on me. Stopped shivering for a bit. Slept for a bit. Cried for a bit. More snow last night. Can barely see Tony now. Snow covered him. My feet are turning black. All I want to do is sleep. I want Bobby to come back. Cannot understand what I wrote yesterday. My head gets so confused. ------------------------------------------------ Dusk. No cars. No trucks. No hope. No toes. No food. No sleep. No more. ------------------------------------------------ Saturday? Sunday? I don't know anymore. Morning. I woke up and I feel really, really warm. I don't know why. I'm going to go out and cuddle Tony and see if I can warm him up, like he warmed me up when we made love. Maybe I can warm him up enough so he will wake up. I'm going to go cuddle him now. I love you Tony. I love you Bobby. I love you mommy. ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ January 4th - A snow plow came upon the vehicle at 3:47 pm. Police were notified. Police arrived on the scene. Contents of the vehicle were searched. Journal recovered by the Police Department. Search and rescue was notified. Cadaver dogs were brought onto the scene. The bodies of Tony Matthews, and Tamera Lacey were found about 15 feet from the vehicle. Both victims had been reported missing by their families. Both victims were only dressed in their underwear and socks. As the journal indicates, Tamera was cuddling Tony. The bodies were covered in 16 inches of snow. it is suspected that both had severe hypothermia. Tony may have had an additional ailment which intensified his symptoms From the journal is was determined there may be another victim, Amber Ryder, who was also reported missing several days ago by her parents. The search for her is ongoing. January 5th - Next of kin was notified. Tamera's mother has provided permission to reprint her journal as a warning to all to be prepared when making any trips during he winter. Pack extra blankets, food, batteries, tools, and road flares. Always check the roads and weather before leaving. The search for Amber is still ongoing. Condolences to their parents and friends.