8 comments/ 33096 views/ 12 favorites The Open Road By: Odeon All night long, at the Louisiana state line, I could not lose––not with Kylie blowing on the dice, not with her full California lips smooching sweet luck into our numbers––making them sizzle, making any-sevens every time. When luck courts your woman, you know your woman's fine as they come, and Kylie surely was. And for a hundred-fifty miles I watched that fine woman sleep next to me, the morning light gracing her thigh where her short, flimsy, green dress rode way far up during the night, and I knew if I didn't get me a piece of that booty soon, I'd run our Totyota pickup into an old cow fence. But I also grown real hungry for food, and my eyes left my wife's black panties in search of someplace to eat alongside the long Texas 10. Our trip to the riverboat craps table had paid big, leaving a sweet seven-hundred burning in my pocket, so I itched to reward Kylie with fresh croissants and espresso, but such a thing doesn't exist between Huston and San Antonio, and I instead pulled into a diner boasting the best waffles in Texas. Kylie began stirring as our truck bumped up the pounded dirt driveway and crunched into the gravel lot. I then noticed the building directly behind the diner, and followed through to its larger lot. It belonged to a titty-bar, and I saw a sweet chance to get a little rise out of my wife. She ran a hand through her spiky brown hair as her turquoise eyes twitched open and peered through the bug splattered windshield. She immediately read out loud the sign mounted on the building's tin roof. "The Road Hump Gentleman's Club?" "We've got ourselves seven hundred bucks––time to have a little fun!" "You'd better be kidding me, or you're about to be two balls short of a pair." I bounced out my door and went around to hers. I took her hand, leading her out of the cab, and as her back lifted away from the vinyl seat, I could see her dress was soaked down her backside. "Damn it! I'm so done with the constant sweating. How did you ever live here?" "Easy, baby––we Southerner's, our hide is thicker, like tire tread." I pinched the skin around my bicep to prove it. "And I was broke in––humidity on me all day and Southern girlies on me all night." I began leading her towards the diner, but she stopped. "Albee, come on, there's nothing remotely vegetarian here. Can't we just get to San Antonio?" "What about the best waffles in Texas? I've seen you eat eggs!" "Organic!" "Damn, can you be more difficult?" I gave her a push from behind, making her march towards the diner. "I gotta eat something, sugar shackles. I'll get you some toast and coffee, and we'll stop again at some hippy hangout in San Antonio where you can eat hummus and sprouts and I can burn a fatty." She walked ahead of me and spoke over her shoulder. "Eat what I do for one week and you'll feel so clean inside you won't ever wanna eat this crap." "Well, maybe you oughta eat some crap for a week and pack some meat on your bones." I raced up behind her, reached around to squeeze her boobs, and let her know exactly where I imagined that extra bit of packing would go. "You ding-dong! You sure are full of yourself this morning. And if you don't like my tits, I know plenty who do." Her twenty-five-year old perky tits were perfect, and she fucking well knew it, so I had to give her shit, 'cause it's the only to keep a heart stopper like Kylie interested. She wouldn't have married some punk gushing all over her––she'd craved a leading man. The sun had just broken off from the flat lavender horizon, and Kylie rubbed her eyes while I pulled the glass door. As my wife made her way to the single bathroom to brush her teeth and take a paper towel bath, I took a counter seat and tapped to get the waitress' attention. She was in her fifties, with a face that aged nicely around her wide smile. "Hi doll, what can I do you for this morning?" "Two coffees, and couple pieces of toast, and big OJ––all to go, Ma'am, if you don't mind." "Not at all. You want a couple of the little jam packets with you're toast? "No thanks, Ma'am!" Business was slow, and I felt bad for ordering so little. I sat at the corner of the counter, close to a booth occupied by a sleepy looking trucker. I was itching with excitement, and the silent, worn out, little diner begged for some noise. I swiveled my stool around and asked the sleepy trucker where he headed. "Going out to Blanco, and then wherever Central Freight sends me next." The waitress had come around to pour him more coffee. "And all these years I thought you just come our way for a piece of Manny's apple pie." I couldn't resist her kindness anymore. "Ma'am, I'll take a slice of that on a plate." "You betchya, doll!" The trucker smiled at her as she headed back behind the counter, and then flagged me to lean towards him. "Don't tell Darlene, but I really comes through here for the pie they serving round back at the Road Hump." He winked at me and I smelled whisky on his breath. He must have slept in the big truck parked along the very back of the Road Hump lot, about thirty feet from where I parked my Toyota pickup. "There's gotta be more churches than 7-11s in this town, you telling me they let that kind shit fly here?" "Hell, Sherriff knows what's going on, and he always come back for more––ha!" I then saw a chance to rile up the mood, and brewed up a little lie. "Good to know! Though, it's a shame ya gotta be on the road tonight, 'cause Road Hump just got themselves some new stock." "You ain't talking about that cute thing come in with ya?" "Sho'nuf am!" "Sweet mother of pearl, she is damn sho' cuter 'n' anything set foot on that stage in my ten years riggin' through here. She gonna make a mint." I whipped out my wallet and flashed the trucker the seven-hundred we won at craps. "That's one nights work in the French Quarter. Lots a table dances in that stack, but most gets made around back." This time I winked. "Well I'm passing here at least two times a month. What's her name––'cause I sho' is hell gonna ask for her." I told him, and he seemed to brighten up like he swallowed a chunk of sunshine. He introduced himself as Colin, and we shook hands. My pie arrived then and I turned back around for a couple of bites. Kylie stepped out of the single bathroom and we both looked her way. She looked so fucking good as she walked towards us––a little dirty, a little tired, and a bit fogged over from our wild night at the riverboat––all of it divulging she was more badass than this little town could handle. I introduced her to Colin, she politely smiled, and then I told her to finish off the pie while I quickly hit the head. As I stepped through the bathroom door, I looked back to see Colin eyeing up Kylie as she hunted through the pie for chunks of apple. I figured the trucker wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut, not with the big smile he had going, and he had no idea what messing with Kylie meant. That trucker was gonna trigger a mouthful outta her fo' sho'! While pissing in the head I heard a loud crash. I shook, zipped, flushed and ran back to the diner. The trucker sat in his booth wiping off his shirt with a napkin, as the waitress rushed over with a damp rag. Apple pie had splattered all over his front side, and shards of plate were on the floor. Kylie was gone. "Shit! What happen to you?" "That bitch of yers is crazy, that's what happened to me." I slapped a twenty on the counter. "For your trouble, Ma'am." I then turned to the trucker. "If I gotta come back in here, it's gonna be bad!" The waitress froze in fear, but the trucker remained calm. Still, he knew better than to say what he must have been thinking, so I went for Kylie. She sat on the lowered tailgate and eye-balled me crossing the lot. "Did you tell that old gross trucker I was a dancer?" "He wasn't that old and he wasn't that gross." "The way he looked at me was totally gross, like I was on the menu." "Well, I might have said something about you starting at the Road Hump." "Goddammit, Albee, why would you tell him such a thing?" "I don't know. The thought of your gorgeous body draped around a pole, dancing up there like the world belongs to you––and it does––it ain't seemed like such a bad thought. It painted a real pretty picture in my mind, baby, I couldn't keep it to myself." Kylie's always strived to be something more than just pretty, and she'd succeeded, earning good money as a pharmacist, but it still warms a woman to hear she's sexy as all-fuck, and her tone softened some. "Well what in the hell were you hoping to accomplish making up something like that?" "I thought I'd show you some of the old, nasty South, and maybe you'd give 'em back some of your uppity California snap. But I had no idea you'd plaster him to the wall with apple pie––plate and all!" "You know what he said to me?" She deepened her voice like the trucker's, "If I have to sit here and watch you eat one more bite of that pie, I'm gonna go out and nap in my truck until the sun drops––and your pants with it." I laughed hard. "Oh baby, that's good!" "Good?" "You want I should go back in there and settle it?" "No, I just wanna get to San Antonio." After quietly marrying in Vegas, we'd spent the last two weeks in my truck driving a loop around the country, delivering the news and bringing the celebration to our scattered out families. But I was getting rowdier by the day, starring at nothing but the endless stretch of black asphalt. It was our Honeymoon, for Christ's sake, and I itched for some gawddamn fun. "Alright, you win, we'll go." "Yes, please! But get our bag out––I need to change out of this sweaty dress." Showing her daring side, she slipped the dress over her head, leaving her standing in the dirt lot wearing nothing but white cowboy boots and black panties. She handed me the dress, and before sliding my seat forward to get at our bags in the back of the cab, I gave her a once over. "Mmm, look at you! What that body wouldn't do to that pole in there!" "Really? So that's your dream? I bust my ass and finally get licensed as a pharmacist, but you rather I just strip out of my clothes for gross old truckers?" I then quickly tossed her dress on the driver's seat, slammed the door, and sprinted around back of the truck. I tapped the key alarm and the trucked locked itself with a chirp. "You're gonna to get it, Albee!" "One step closer and you'll need to go get it, 'cause I'll throw these bitches." She took a step and I threw the keys to the north end of the lot, landing them in the dry brush. She shook her head, done with me, and crossed the lot towards them. I've never known a woman quite like Kylie. First off––she is fine! Her face widens at the temples, making room for her big turquoise eyes, and then drops around her cheekbones and quickly tapers into a delicate jaw, with just enough room her luscious lips. Her nose is small and straight, and the angles along the bridge and nostrils have the smooth perfection of folded paper. Her brunette hair is short enough that the morning wind carried it like a field of wheat, and the perfect length for running my hands through. As she stepped across the dirt, her narrow waist countered the swing of her solid yet soft ass, which had a just the right amount of jiggle. But more than being fine, Kylie keeps up with me. She plays every bit as wild as I do, even though she'll pretend otherwise. I stomped up behind her, and when she heard me coming, took off running. She changed her course towards the front of the club, forgetting about the keys in order to get away from me. I grabbed her in my arms from behind and lifted her off the ground. She's only about one-hundred-fifteen pounds, so I tossed her into the air like nothing, and spun her until she landed in my arms facing me. She screamed and kicked her legs before I caught her and jugged her up with her bare tits flat against my tight tee shirt. My left hand slid up to the back of her head, and I kissed her ruby lips with a passion I'd saved up for days. After a few seconds her hand caressed my cheek, and then her legs wrapped around my ass. When the kiss ended our faces stayed close, the tips of our noses gently touching. "You're eyes, baby––they're deadly serious and dangerously deep. And they just wander about under shady lids and all that heavily black eyeliner. They're like innocent souls staring out a whore-house window." "I know you didn't just call me a whore." "You're right, I didn't!" "Goddamn you, you try so hard to come off whacked and backwoods, and then you go and say something beautiful like that. You can't fool me, Albee––I know you're a genius––insane––but a genius." "I'm inspired, is all. And you're the reason, Mrs. Kylie Forester. And damn, don't my last name sound good on you." I kissed her again, my tongue finding an eager playmate in hers. From the corner of my eye, I spotted the trucker heading back from the diner. He watched as I held my half naked wife firmly against me, her hips starting to grind just a little. My right hand was holding up her ass, and I began to squeeze to the rhythm of her grind. The trucker stopped to give me a nasty look, even though he couldn't have possibly known I saw him. He then carried on to his truck, eyes on us the whole trip. I had no idea where his head was at, and that was enough to get my adrenaline going. Couple that with Kylie grinding on me and my heart thumped like a gorilla trapped in an iron lung. My body shifted into gear, I could feel fire coursing through my veins. I worked-out and ran every day to wear down the hell raiser I was born into, but riding in my pickup for weeks left me ready to bust out like a mother-fucker. My left hand drifted down her rolling back and tucked into her black panties. As her grinding ass moved outwards, my middle finger slid towards home plate. For an instant I was treated to heat and wetness, and then her pelvis pressed forwards into mine, my finger trailing out along her crack. The bow in her back returned, and her butt rose upwards and out, reaching a ninety-degree angle from her back. My finger returned to position, this time finding the door slightly ajar and slipping inside. She kept her ass out for a beat, letting me enter and sweetly murmuring my name, and when she drove against me again, my finger chased her pussy, lodged inside. Kylie, totally burning now, bit my ear and slid her tongue around the folds and ridges. The amplified sound and the hot slick feeling fired a tingle throughout my body and wreaked havoc on my poise. I widened my stance, not wanting to lose her. She then totally gave in to the moment––a loud involuntary breath almost deafening me. I knew the effects a little teasing had on my wife, and she did not disappoint. I'd almost forgotten about the trucker until I heard his cab door shut. Kylie froze, but I squeezed her tighter and my middle finger deepened, letting her know she was safe with me no matter what. The trucker continued watching from inside the cab, as Kylie and I got busy right there in the open lot. Behind his truck a row of Junipers held back the morning sun, their long shadows extending over us and past the entrance to the Road Hump, and Kylie's cool shaded skin heated into a soft pink. I could feel the muscles in her ass contract and then expand––its taunt shape firming into ovals and then softening back into a near perfect heart. The muscles in my forearms poked out like steel cables, my fingers strained to both hold and pleasure her, and her tender cooch enveloped my rigid finger like a cupful of velvet. "Goddam you got some moves, baby." "I do! So tell me why you want so badly to see me dance?" "Easy––you're gorgeous––and you got grace––your heart speaks so freely when you move your body." "Maybe you'd rather watch me dance than make love?" "I didn't say that!" She slid off me, her boots gently landing on the dirt. She then started to dance against me, her hands clutching my ass. I picked up her rhythm and took hold of her back. Our bodies slowly swayed together, our hips brushing in way that made my dick as hard as a hitching post. I let my hand travel down her lower back, feeling it slither like a snake. "Mmm, baby, you know a woman's back is the sexiest." She peered up at me, with wide, questioning eyes. I let my finger travel over the bumpy road of her spine. "It all starts here––the twisting, the rocking, the desire... It feels like some primeval serpent living under your skin." I ran my hand back up to her neck. "It's like a leash in the grip of some old-ass master, leading you to seduce, fuck, and prey on a man." "Ummm, Albee! You just say or do whatever comes to mind, dontch ya? Even the nastiest stuff comes out heart felt. Everything gets beautiful when I'm with you. I lose all my hang-ups. I love you." She danced a step back, losing my arms. Her left cowboy boot lead to the side, and then Kylie spun around it, her bare tits pointing away from me. She glanced over her shoulder, watching me watch her backside, as she rolled it like a raft on a mild swell. She kept her feet close together, and her ass performed a slow spiral descent downwards. Her fluid grace totally blew me away––she was a goddamned natural. She then thrust her butt backwards against my legs, and let it sweep up my thighs until it came to rest on my crotch. Kylie's back bowed something fantastic, and I thanked Christ for all her hours at yoga. She then held a ballerina's pose, with her torso absolutely vertical and hips completely horizontal, while balancing on straight legs. From there she began to grind––left and right, and then harder up and down. Her flimsy panties and soft behind smothered my stiff jeans and stiff cock. At this point my body wanted to get involved and add some friction to her gyrating, come-on-and-fuck-me hips, but I held back, fearing I'd mow down her sweet elegance with a Neanderthal stomping. She kept it going in front of me, surprising my fired-up brain by raising her leg alongside her head, and pulling at the tip if her toe, she then brought it down, the heel of her boot landing on the opposite, inner thigh, and then shooting to the ground behind her. I had to ask where she learned to dance like a whorish angel, and she moaned how her friend used to stay for sleep-overs and they'd practice in front of a full length mirror. That got the attention of my dick like nothing ever had. She danced a few steps away, and then began slowly stepping backwards into me, giving her ass the ole stripper heave hoe. Her butt cheeks snapped up and down like they rode on blown shocks. Those panty covered globes worked together like two fit men pumping one of those old railroad handcars at sixty-miles-per-hour. She picked up speed as she neared, and the building suspense wreaked hell on my pumping heart. I was so lost to the hypnotic jiggle I actually licked my lips, and the closer she came the more I expected her to spin around and sink venom spouting fangs into my skin. Just shy of touching me, she reached high for an imaginary pole, stretched her back and bent her knees. She then began to rhythmically swing her taut, round ass hard enough to demolish a building. I could not sit still another second, and took hold of that beauty mid swing. I wrapped her in my arms and lifted her off the ground. She took hold over my neck with her arms and my waist with her legs. I carried her to the truck, laid her on the hood, and tugged her panties down. I pressed my lips into the velvet, with my nose resting on her little Hitler. Kylie exhaled in shock as my tongue wandered over the side and slid along her clit, and then her voice seeped into a helpless moan. She ran her hands through my blonde hair as I continued to lap up her warm saucer of cream. My wife was going crazy, and I felt a deep surge of pride knowing this fine cool chick, who was hotter than a frying pan full of carnitas and had a wild appetite for sex to rival my own, had allowed me to make her my wife. The Open Road The danger of doing the deed in public must have thrilled her right down to the roots of her existence, because she rolled her head around the hood of our truck completely mindless of the fact it hadn't been washed once since hitting the dusty roads. She raised her bottom off the truck to feed me more of the good stuff, grinding it into my mouth. I deepened my tongue and slid my hands down her thighs and alongside my face, spreading her lips and opening her up so I could lick that plate clean. Just as Kylie came her brains out, I heard a car pull alongside the diner. I looked up to see a Texas sheriff entering the lot with his lights silently flashing. I slapped Kylie's butt, letting her know she needed to get the fuck up. The sheriff gave us a quick burst of siren, which rudely snapped Kylie out of her orgasm. She slid off the hood and grabbed her panties, putting them on while ducking from view behind the truck. The car rolled just past the back of our truck and stopped when Kylie was in view. His head poked out the window, and he hollered at us to stay put. The sun had done its share to his face, creasing his eyes and etching in a stern expression I doubt could be changed with anything short of an axe. His door opened and Kylie covered her bare tits with her forearms. I stood between them. "Good morning Sheriff. Ya sorta surprised us there." "That's about how it looked." "We were jus' about leaving." "I got word some hanky-lanky was occurring at this location, and it looks to me like the report checked out." Kylie was so humiliated she wouldn't open her eyes. "Is it alright if she gets dressed? And I need to get the keys from-" "You need to stay put, is what y'all need to do. Y'all breeched the law, son!" I stopped walking and faced him, wondering if he was serious. If what that trucker said was true, this sheriff wasn't exactly against a little "hanky-panky" in the club parking lot. He had something else on his mind, and I was pretty sure I knew what the horny bastard wanted. "You work here, miss?" Kylie had withdrawn so far into her embarrassment that she hadn't heard the question. "Miss?" I finally spoke. "She starts tonight." That got her attention, and her wide eyes told me I was in deep shit" "Well congratulations, darling." He'd stopped looking at me to focus one-hundred percent of his attention on my half-naked wife. "A pretty girl like you could do alright here. I'm just sorry your first night might hafta follow a day at the station." I smiled, for no one's pleasure but my own. The son-of-bitch wanted some ass off Kylie, like that would ever happen. Kylie was biting her tongue at this point––pissed as all hell, but not about to do anything stupid. For as feisty as she was, she could ultimately hold back her temper and behave when serious repercussions stared her in the face. Stupid was my department––getting us out of there was up to me. The Sheriff kept his gaze on Kylie, waiting for her arms to drop from her tits and present him with an offer he couldn't refuse. Kylie wasn't about to offer anything of the sort, hugging herself tighter and her boots tapping nervously in the dust. "Can I make a suggestion, Sheriff?" "Depends." He reluctantly shifted his gaze to me. "I know you gotta uphold the law, and gotta stay respectable and all, but Kylie would love to have you around tonight. She loves cops." "Is that right? You love cops, miss?" "She loves gettin' frisked. Especially while handcuffed. " His sun-beaten cheeks rose, and he looked like I'd just presented him with a box full of donuts. He was mine. "Let me give ya a free ticket to her first show." I pulled out my wallet and tugged a hundred-dollar bill free. It was hard to see it go, but at least it was courtesy of the craps table, not my sweat and blood. Luck, she comes, and Luck, she goes. I offered it over, as he squinted one eye and hesitated to accept. "This ain't anything more than a ticket to the after show. Bring it tonight." "And what's this get me?" He took the money and slipped it into his slacks." "Who knows? Might get ya into that pretty little bottom of hers." We both checked out Kylie, and the very thought of getting into that pretty little bottom clawed at my patience. She understood I'd just about had us out of there, and she relaxed a little. The Sheriff then apologized for having to go, but asked if she wouldn't mind him coming by in the evening. Kylie's arms then came down, exposing her creamy white tits, and she told him not at all. The California sun is gentle, and had evenly worked its way into her skin, baking all but her tits down to a beautiful gold. "Now that's really something." In Kylie's eyes I could see her confidence completely return, and the crazy girl grabbed the side of the truck and hoisted herself up and over the side-wall, landing in the bed. Even I wondered what the fuck she was doing. Then she resumed her dance, using the bed of the truck as her own private stage. She hadn't known about the trucker, but our friend the sheriff stood right there, eyes fixed on her as she flung her ass left and right and held the cab for support. She lowered herself almost to the floor, her butt broadening and her panties stretching thin. She rose back up, that butt dramatically swinging to a heated rhythm. "Miss, as much as I appreciate this, this just ain't the time for it. You're gonna have to save it for tonight." She spun around then, reached down, pulled off her left boot, and tossed it towards the end of the truck bed. She threw her right one straight at me, and I caught it just before the boot heel nailed my chest. That sexy ball of fire tried to get a rise our me as payback, and fucking well did. But she'd lost her mind in the process, and despite the sheriff's request to stop, she squeezed her tits and rocked her body to a sexy beat inside her head. "Miss, it's Sunday. We gonna have folks coming from church looking for waffles at the diner. I can't have you moving to your daddy in the grave when they show." Once again she ignored his warnings, turning so her rear faced us, and then caressed her hands down her inner thighs and back up again until they were planted on her panty covered bottom. She bent over, and peeked back at us from the side, hiding the rest of her body behind that sweet voluptuous ass. She then stood facing us, and slipped two fingers in-between her red swollen lips to suck on. "Miss, this is going to be the last time I tell you..." "Kylie!" I shouted, "Whatchu doing girl?" Her finger came out of her mouth, and she trailed them down between her lively tits. She hadn't heard a word we said. This was Kylie without her fancy soaps and creature comforts. The hot sun blazing on her, sweat leaking off her like a two-dollar shower head. But she looked and smelled tastier than ever. She presented her backside again, that slinky spine behaving like a cobra luring its naive prey. The heat took her from me, she was possessed. The devil hiding in the southern heat had pocketed another raving beauty. She tugged the hem of her panties, the very top of her crack coming into view. The etched skin bracketing the Sherriff's mouth dropped down, and our friend was either going to arrest her or fuck her, neither of which would I let go down. He reached for his cuffs, but I leapt up onto the truck bed and took hold of her arm before he freed the cuffs from their leather belt pouch. "I got her, Sheriff. She'll be cool now." I pulled her to the tailgate, and sat her down I handed her both boots and both socks, and then my wife slipped them on, as I ran over to the brush to find the keys. By the time I'd found them, the sheriff was in his car. As I jogged back, he called out, "You git some clothes on that girl." Then he smiled. "At least until the club opens." He spiced up the word 'club' by thickening his Texas accent. He then looked over Kylie one last time. "Unless you wanna finish up your dance in a cage, you mind your new sheriff, ya hear." He then tipped his hat and drove off. I stood in front of Kylie, looking at her like the brave, sexy, little mystery she was, as she innocently swung her boots back and forth. "Showin' off fo' the sheriff, huh? You crazier than an ecstasy filled piñata!" She'd called my bluff and I folded, and she was all smiles about it. "Can we please get to San Antonio now?" "There's just one thing I gotta do." I turned around and walked to the big rig where the trucker lay low inside. The little snitch saw me coming and fired up the trucks big engine rattled to life. He threw it into gear just as I reached him. The smoke spewing monster lurched forwards, and I jumped up onto the step leading up to the cab. I grabbed the anchor bar mounted next to the door and banged hard on the window. "Bitch, you best get your ass out of here!" The rig faced the wrong way for getting out, and so he drove a wide U-turn, circling Kylie as she stood topless by the truck, no longer bothering to cover her tits in the slightest. "If I get this door open, your snitch-ass is going to the hospital!" I barely heard him yell back as he pressed his cell phone to the window. "I'm calling the Sheriff back, you crazy idiot!" As he drove past the front of the Road Hump I jumped off, and then watched him maneuver the long truck through the narrow passage between the diner and the row of junipers, out through the diner's lot and on to the asphalt road. Kylie was left in the center of a huge ring of settling dust. "You knew that gross trucker was there? You so need to make this up to me in a big way. Now can we please go?" "You danced naked in front of a cop. I think you owe me." "Not a chance bully-boy, you absolutely asked for that one." As I walked towards her I pulled off my T-shirt, exposing what Kylie once described as classically strong and irresistible. I was about to test just how irresistible. "What are you doing now?" "Making it up to you." "Put your shirt back on, it's going to take more than you getting off to make this up to me." I unbuttoned my jeans, and let my fly hang open, my pubs sprouting over the over the top of my drawers. "Albee, can we just go? I don't want that cop to come back." "We'll go! But first I'm gonna make you cream!" "Oh brother!" Four more steps and my jeans had dropped to my ankles. I was also in front of her now, staring into her blue eyes, both of us down to our underwear. "You're staring at me like we're about to do something, and we're sooo not." I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first and then deep and hard. She couldn't help but respond, our tongues feverishly swapping worlds. Then we broke, and I could see in her eyes she'd lost her urgent need to split out of there. For appearance sake, she pleaded anyway. "Please Albee, please can we go?" I kissed her again, lifting her up to sit her on the tailgate. Her legs grabbed me and her fingers dug into my back. We remained locked together until I was certain she was beyond self-control. When I felt her hands slide onto my broad chest, I knew she was mine, and broke our kiss to whisper into her ear. "I love when my tough little angel momentary falls from grace––becoming a nasty minded girl while the big O's got her by the throat." "I so hate you. Albee. I can't stand being helpless and that's all I ever am around you." "The world will have to go through me first, so you are far from helpless." "It's not the world I need to be afraid of." "Is that so?" "My father's right about you, I married trouble." "I can't argue with the man, but the way I see it, if you ain't trying to claw yourself out of a grave, then you just ain't realized you're in one." "None of this will ever catch up with you, will it? There's some crazy sexy thing about you that makes you untouchable." I looked down, where her hand had crept into my underwear and stroked my cock. I smiled, and so did she. "OK, untouchable to everybody but me." I leaned her back and stripped the underwear off her legs, and with my tongue still alive from the taste of her mouth, I treated it to the desert of her pussy. Kylie tastes good. She wets up in seconds and her juice is thin, slick, and warm. My tongue explored her hot little cooch, parting the springy folds and plunging into the burning recess. She pleaded for me to wait, but it was the last thing in the world she truly wanted. Whatever Southern devil possessed her, he'd really heated up that pussy good. I finally did remove my mouth, and told her I'd stop there if she really wished me to. "Maybe just a few more minutes." "I thought so. And what if the sheriff checks back in?" She teasingly blinked her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "Well, you'll just have to kill him." "Shit girl!" I hooked my arms under her knees and rocked her backwards. I tugged my shorts down and my tallboy sprung free. I rested my hand on her crotch, just above the dainty divide, and brought my cock up against it like a buffalo about to bust into a teepee. "Oh god, Albee. You make me so utterly crazy. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me please!" Like a gentleman I obliged, and like a beast I crashed my wife's pussy in one deep stroke. Inside was so warm and wet my dick landed like a fat man cannon-balling into a Jacuzzi. She cried for mercy and she cried for more. My wife lit up like a goddamned Las Vegas sign. "That bold dance of yours didn't leave much to the imagination." "I take it I had a fan?" "Hells yeah!" "Do you think our friend the sheriff was a fan" "Do I even hafta answer? And the poor son-of-a-bitch actually thinks he's getting some of this tonight." "We could always stick around." "You'd want that crazy kook's cock after gettin' some grade-A Albee Forester in ya? Would you really, Mrs. Forester?" "Not on my life. Oh god, Albee, I'm gonna come! I'm yours, baby. Give me all you got. Give it to me right here in this bum-fuck strip club parking lot!"" I ran my hand under her butt until my pinky bumped my cock as it slid in her snatch. I gave it to her, alright. Damn was I hard. Damn was she soft. Damn was I wrecking my stripped down bride something nasty. I churned that creamy pussy until I whipped it into orgasm, her ass jerking up off the padded truck bed and bumping back down. She cried to the ghostly morning moon. "Oh fuck, Albee! Oh fuuuuck, Albeeeeee!" I raised her ankles over my head, bending her backwards some, making Kylee's snatch an easy target to spike in the chub. She became about as worked up as I'd ever seen her, screaming my name into the open air, and I took advantage of it by I slipping a pinky into my wife's tight little booty. Her ass jerked until my finger popped out. She grabbed my forearm tight and leaned her head forwards. "I don't want to disappoint your stripper fantasy, but I can't be a full-on on total slut for you, at least not out here in the middle of nowhere." I just smiled back, and she sighed as she collapsed her head down on the pad. She knew I'd get some before we drove out. She doesn't have a choice in times like these. I'm "irresistible", and my pinky had teased her something cruel, and a nasty minded girl like Kylee couldn't let it go until that itch got scratched. I grabbed her thigh, pulled out and flipped her like a pancake. I then leapt up onto the truck bed, stood over her, and hooked my arm around her waist. I'm a strong mother-fucker, and I carried Kylie like a doll towards the cab. I set her down, and she stood grabbing the roof, with her legs spread for me. From behind I took her pussy again, getting deep and fast in no time. I quickly taught her how a Southern man gets his swagger. The girl was worked up. There weren't no more worries about the sheriff or anyone else catching us, the only thing preying on her mind was my devil's dick helping itself to its angel's little lusty halo. God she felt good. The beautiful flowing flesh of her puss parted in mirrored calligraphic curves around my cock. Every dip was like biting into a ripened peach. I ran my hand up her back and took hold of her hair. I had trouble buying this beautiful girl had not only hooked up with me, but had become my wife. Now I ain't never had a shortage of women wanting to get busy, but Kyle wasn't one of those mamas. The night after our first date, after spending hours in a candle light booth just talking, after walking around King's Harbor to the sound of the roaring sea, I laid alone in bed, still seeing her face, smelling her smell, and pretty much hearing her thoughts alongside my own. I vowed to win her heart, to never let her get bored, and to never lose her. I looked at my cock slipping into her fine sweet pussy, and realized she'd been inside me long before I got up in her. I slapped that gorgeous ass, telling her to giddy up and go, and she did. "Oh fuck, Albee, you make me so crazy! Oh fuck, Albee! Oh fuck, Albee! Oh fuck me, Albee!" Her voice then seized up on her and I knew she was coming again. In a faint squeal she finally begged, "Fuck me, fuck me haaaaaaarrrrd!" And then, after a labored breath, added, "In the ass." She folded tighter at the waist, presenting that hungry asshole like a trooper. I eased in, and moments later I owned Kylee's butt right out in the open. My wife's head hung down below the truck bed sidewalls, so anyone peeking around the corner of the diner wouldn't have seen her face, just knees and shoulders converging into a raised ass, and my big frame busting anal on it from behind. I watched my dick slide in between her cheeks. The skin between her legs was so smooth and tight that light danced across it like satin. The sight of it was too much and was about to hurl me over the edge, so I pulled out and lifted her to the center of the truck bed. I hugged her off the ground as my dick found its way inside her wet warm wonderland once more. I kissed her passionately, pure love talking control of my mouth. I stood as she gripped me with both arms and legs. For roughly ten minutes I listened to her noisy breath as it passed by my ear and I breathed heavily beside hers. I can't really explain what we had, but it felt like I'd reached the top of Mount Everest. My entire life spread out before me and it was a beautiful view, but I new I'd peaked. Nothing could be finer than what Kylee and I achieved in that moment, and I preferred the thought of dying over climbing down off her. Looking back I was wrong, my love and desire for her would grow every day, her life stretching on beside mine into an endless sunset. She'd be a part of my world I could never roll without. I squeezed the soft ass as my dick slid up between the cheeks. The southern devil possessing my wife gripped my dick in a wicked tight clench. We'd grown so hot I felt flames crawling up our bodies. I couldn't take another second of it, and my balls tightened as come shot up my shaft and into Kylee's sweet snatch. She'd had taken to moaning unsteady in my ear, and the sound lowered into momentary disappointment as she realized we were descending down from the mountain. I kissed her long and hard and then let her slide down my body until she sat on the padded truck bed. She gave my cock one final kiss before we climbed into the truck naked and drove off. We were still six hundred up and crazy hot for each other, which, if you ask me, ain't such a bad way to kick off a marriage.