0 comments/ 32568 views/ 0 favorites Interstate By: Decayed Angel I had been driving on the interstate for hours down a narrow corridor between trees in a seeming endless forest of trees completely blanketed in kudzu. The weather was good, road conditions perfect, but the sheer monotony of the drive was simply driving me crazy. Making things even worse was the lack of any radio stations. Well, occasionally as I neared a town or something I'd pick up something for a mile or so, but then it would simply drone out into static. Losing track of time, I just kept going and going, staring straight ahead as the dotted lines flashed past me on one side and the solid white stripe on the other. On numerous occasions I wandered a bit off the road, but the growl of the rumble strips under my tires quickly drew me out of my trance. Glancing down at my instrument panel, I confirmed I still had over a quarter tank of gas, so I simply kept driving on, not wanting to lose any time. Finally I was able to find a radio station that didn't fade out in the space of two to three minutes. It was an odd program, a sort of talk show format where they would spin off into some far out music after a few comments from listeners. With nothing else to do, I began listening intently as the show began to talk about out of body experience. Several experts of some type came on and described some bizarre behavior, some of it sexual in nature. They talked of odd, hypnotic group events where people all over an area would suddenly begin masturbating in public. The experts had documented several events over the last few years ranging from five or six people, to up to thirty in one small community. The radio host was enjoying himself immensely as the expense of the experts, throwing in jokes, rude comments and sometimes simply outright laughing at a particularly serious part of the conversation. The host began to annoy me and I reached out to turn the dial just as my car drifted back onto the rumble strips, so I straightened out my car, but then left the radio playing. The host finally ran off the experts, calling them quacks and perverts, but he continued his obnoxious joking by actually pretending to hypnotize some of the engineers at the radio station there, all on the air. Again I reached to turn off the radio, but hesitated, and then continued listening. Annoying as he was, his voice was soothing, so I sped along kind of ignoring what he was saying, but listening to his voice. While doing this I began looking more at the kudzu as it flashed by, finding odd shapes in the random pattern of leaves. Initially they seemed like odd, impressionistic shapes, but soon I saw what looking like naked people, naked people engaged in all sorts of interesting sex acts. Yeah, it sounds nuts, but there it was, like an infinite pornographic puzzle unfolding alongside the road as the voice droned melodiously along. I continued like this for another fifteen minutes or so before I noticed I had an erection. Yes, the erotic imagery breezing past my window had me a bit worked up. Adjusting myself, I felt the car ease back onto the rumble strip, but then suddenly the sound stopped and I realized I had moved over onto an exit ramp. By then it was too late to jerk back onto the highway, so I followed the ramp up a long hill that first eased right and then turned back to the left onto a bridge over the highway. I pulled my car up onto the bridge and pulled to a stop, noticing a car on the other side of the bridge did the same thing. I climbed out of my car, walked to the edge of the bridge and watched the cars zipping by under me while I unzipped my pants. Pulling out my cock I began to stroke my erection, all the while looking out over the traffic. In a few moments it began feeling good as my hand slid up and down my shaft, the head of my cock siding in and out of my fist. Glancing back over my shoulder, I noticed another man standing, facing the oncoming traffic on the other side of the highway. His hips seemed to sway back and forth, much like mine were doing now. Quickly the pleasure became intense and I moved my hand faster and faster, feeling it building up inside me. Then, the sensation shot through me like electricity and I arched my back and came, spurting my cum over the edge of the bridge. Mesmerized, I watched the white gobs descend almost in slow motion from the bridge toward the highway below, splashing onto the windshield of two different cars. Scooting closer to the rail, I milked the last few droplets of cum out of my cock and again watched it descend, this time all the way onto the concrete highway below. I then zipped up my zipper, climbed back in my car, made a u-turn and drove forward, turning on my left blinker where the sign showed an arrow pointing back to the highway. Glancing in my rear view mirror, I noticed the other car had done the same thing. I completed my left hand turn, drove down the long ramp and then merged onto the highway. The radio station was still on, but music was playing. I looked over at the kudzu, but only saw the endless leaves zooming past. Thinking about the radio station, I decided to call in and talk about what just happened, but as I reached for my cell phone my car drifted onto the rumble strips once again, and I suddenly forgot what I was reaching for. Correcting the path of my car, I continued driving forgetting everything that happened until just now when I sat down to write this report. Interstate 5 The summer sun had turned the grass-covered hills along Interstate 5 a golden color. We cruised along the west side of California's Central Valley headed to San Francisco for a short vacation. The drive can be boring, especially if you are alone. But my wife Julie and I were enjoying the drive because it gave us time for wide-ranging conversation. We had been so busy for the two years after our wedding that we seemed never to have much quiet time together. It was during a quiet moment that she jolted me with a confession. "I did it with Frank," she whispered, as I stared at the highway. "What?" I turned to look at her. I was confused, unsure of her meaning. I could read nothing in her face. Her eyes looked ahead, then downward. "I did it with Frank," she repeated, with the same quiet voice. From the corner of my eye, I saw her head turn to look at me. I sensed that she was examining me for my reaction. "You had sex with Frank?" I suddenly realized what she meant, and my shock caused my voice to rise a little. She couldn't tell, but my surprise was not at the fact she had done it with Frank, but that she was telling me, volunteering her sexual exploit when she had never hinted at any sex with anyone besides me. Why was she telling me this, I wondered? Was she about to confess her love for him, that she wanted a divorce to be with the man of her dreams? That all the loving things she had said and done for me were false? My heart thumped in my chest . . . Silence between us. For just a moment the radio faded into the distance as I heard wind, just wind. "Do you love him?" "Of course not," she said quickly and firmly. "It just happened, and I don't know why. It was just sex. I want to be with you, forever, because I love you and I always will. I don't know why I even told you. Let's talk about something else." She now seemed upset. "Where did it happen?" I asked after another pause. I saw her face turn toward me again, as I kept my eyes ahead, nervous and unsure of how I felt. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" She asked, looking away again. "Are you sure you want to tell me?" I asked, my voice quiet now. We cruised along, but I realized that my speed had drifted down from 75 to below the speed limit. "Yes, tell me about it. I want to hear. The details. Everything." I heard myself say these words, and felt an odd aching low in my belly, where I sensed more than felt some small movement. Julie remained silent, contemplating. I looked and saw her green eyes staring at the highway. Her lips mouthed, "It was in his car." I became aware now that the ache was a precursor to a burgeoning erection that shot to full bloom in seconds. God, I thought, what is going on here? My wife had sex with another man. Not only is she telling me about it, not in bitterness or anger, but for some kind of relief, it seemed. And not only was I listening patiently, without anger, I was eager. And not just eager, my angry cock had swelled to a hardness that tested the strength of my Levis. My jeans felt cramped, tight, uncomfortable. My cock throbbed and my only comfort was flexing my cock-moving muscles. My breathing was shallow. Should I adjust myself? I waited, silent and tense. Julie began softly. "We had gone to a movie, Frank with Jeannie and me with Ron. Frank drove us." Jeannie was Frank's girlfriend, and now his wife. They had married a few months before Julie and I did. Ron was Julie's boyfriend at the time, a ne'er-do-well whom she dated to irritate her controlling parents. "We were all 18, and were seeing our first sexy movie. We had been kissing our dates in the theater. It thrilled me to kiss while another couple was kissing next to us. I secretly imagined Frank was kissing me instead of Jeannie. I felt trashy just for having the thought, but it made me more passionate with Ron. But eventually I had to fend him off and we all had cooled down by the time we headed home. "We dropped off Ron first, then Frank pulled up at Jeannie's house. I was in the back seat as they kissed good night in front of me. It was a long, twisting kiss. Then I saw Frank's eyes open in the middle of the kiss and he stared at me, through me, for just seconds. Then his eyes closed again and he moved more aggressively into his kiss, moving his body against, and almost on top of Jeannie." "The porch light at Jeannie's house flashed off and then back on again. 'Shoot, my dad's awake,' groaned Jeannie. She pulled away from Frank and slid across the seat. 'G'night, honey,' she said, blowing him a kiss before she slammed the door." "'Why don't you come up front,' said Frank. So as he drove off, I just climbed over the back of his bench seat in his old Chevy. He turned just before I got all the way seated, so I tumbled against him and we laughed." "'You just wanted to feel me up, you creep!' I joked with him, hitting him on the arm." " 'You wish,' he fired back, jabbing my ribs and getting a giggle." "'Hey, mister, is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?' I really couldn't see much in the dark, so this was just a joke. "But I could see Frank turn his head to look at me then, his mouth open slightly, no words escaping his sensuous lips." Through Julie, I have met Frank, who is Latin, with dark curly hair. He works in construction but is only about 5'8", while I am 6'1" and about 180 pounds. Frank is lean, and a pretty gentle guy, with soft features that attract women because he doesn't look like a predator. Julie spoke a little more urgently now. "'If you're afraid of the dark,' said Frank, 'you can get out the flashlight.' I was scared now. Scared not of Frank, but of myself, of what I had started, and where it might go. But I would not be the chicken in this game. He'd have to back down before I would. And I knew he would. So I just smiled an.d said 'But officer, that flashlight looks too big for me.' We both knew I was kidding because it was too dark in the car for either of us to see anything. Frank said nothing, and just kept driving. He kept driving, and passed the turn for my house." "'Where are you going?' I asked." "'Let's just drive around a little more, okay?' And he smiled at me, a gentle smile, a smile of fun and comfort." Julie loves to ride. Having a man drive her around seems to enliven her, as though she is a queen with a servant-driver. Maybe her small size, 5'3" and barely over 100 pounds, makes her want to find ways to get men to serve her since they can so easily dominate her physically. But she is so beautiful that men want not to control her but to be her servants. That is how I myself feel. I fuck her, so I dominate in that way, but she always controls when and where. She rebuffs me as often as she accepts me, causing me endless frustration punctuated by glorious sex, always on her terms. But God! How the earth moves when we fuck. "That missed turn did it for me," whispered Julie over the hum of the engine as we continued through the dry air on Interstate 5. "It was like I was free from the usual rules, away from home. And I started thinking I didn't have to follow anyone else's rules, at least for a little while. I felt a little feral, actually." Julie said nothing more for awhile. Tense with anticipation, I was about to prompt her when she spoke. "I touched it. Just reached across the space between us and touched it. With the palm of my left hand." God, I knew that palm, so soft and gentle, expressive. Her hands are small, even for her small body. I thought of how her small hand made my cock look so big, because it is too thick for her hand to grip it. My cock head protrudes well past her gripping hand. I thought of this intensely now, and wished for her to put her small left hand on my cock, like she was describing doing to Frank. My cock flexed, unwilled by me, reacting to the raw sexual fervor I felt. God, why was I so turned on by this tale of my wife with another man? "It was hard," Julie whispered. "It stuck across his right leg, pointing directly at me. He said nothing, made not a sound, but it flexed against my palm. With my fingers pointed toward the base, I squeezed a little, my thumb and little finger clenching the shaft. I felt the big tube that ran up the center to the head swell against my thumb, and the head moved against the base of my palm. Still he was silent." Like Frank, I too was speechless. Though it was untouched by a hand, I felt the large channel in my own penis throb with excitement. She was telling me about the feel of another man's cock, and for some bizarre reason that I still don't understand, I felt no anger. Instead of resenting it, I wanted to hear more. I think my jealousy was channeled entirely to my swollen manhood. I would get even with Frank by exploding my spunk in or on the woman I won, the woman who loves me, not him, the woman whose only interest in him was for raw sex. But I was jealous as well as furiously, teeth-grittingly aroused. "When my fingers on his penis curled and my nails scraped up his shaft, he groaned like some animal, some wild creature I had never heard before. He arched his hips toward my hand, and I couldn't stifle a giggle. I giggled with pride and power, sensing how helpless this man was now, despite the power of the rod I held in my hand. I knew the swollen bar was meant to enter a woman's body, to please itself and her in that primeval act of procreation, that nature had made so pleasurable." "You were thinking that?" I asked incredulously. She was embellishing, I thought, just to torment me. Or did she somehow suspect it would turn me on to hear this? "I wasn't really thinking at all at that point, or if I was, it was just about sex. A small voice inside told me to stop before it was too late, that I needed to obey my parents, to save myself for you, even though I hadn't met you. But the rebel in me wanted to do it because it was wrong. I got a thrill from doing small wrongs, and this seemed like a small wrong. Who would be hurt? I could just help him jack off, like I had with a couple other boys, we'd go home, and never talk of it again. But we'd both remember it forever, so why not?" "You had other boys jack off in front of you?" I asked, again shocked by this additional revelation. She had always professed a boring, very moral teenage life. "A few times," she said nonchalantly. "The only difference here was that Frank was Jeannie's boyfriend, but I would never try to steal him. I didn't want him, didn't love him--this was just a little fun, playing, breaking the rules. It was like going on an amusement park ride with him. But I didn't think all this at the time. Then it was just feeling, the freedom to fly, to jump off the high dive. The exhilaration of getting my best friend's boyfriend into my grip for one moment, sharing his moment of ecstasy, feeling the power of this man being in my sole control, having him mentally beg me to pleasure him." I couldn't take any more. I reached for Julie's wrist and drew her hand to my throbbing member, which, like Frank's, was encased in my jeans and pointing over my hip directly at my blond-haired wife. Passively letting me place her hand on my cock, she still gazed straight ahead. Her hand rested lightly on my jeans, with seeming disinterest. "After he groaned as my nails scratched up his hard shaft, he quickly pulled over and parked. We were on an unlighted street a couple miles from my home. It was late and quiet." "As soon as he stopped, he put his right arm around my back and pulled me toward him, locking my mouth in a kiss that seemed almost desperate. At the same time, our tongues danced that teenage dance that is so thrilling, his tongue inside my mouth, mine in his, tangling and twisting, sharing the most innocent of bodily fluids. But little did we realize in our heat that we had broken the barriers that separate all but lovers from one another." "As soon as we began kissing, I squeezed his hard dick tightly, trying to bend it, twist it, stretch it toward me, push it away. Now I could feel its heat through his jeans, and I noticed the big head, larger than the shaft. When I felt the wet spot in his jeans where his cock head pressed firmly, I thrilled again with my power to elicit love juices from this man." I glanced and noticed that Julie's right hand languished across her right thigh, near her crotch, and that she was lazily running her fingers along her inner thigh. I doubt that she was even aware she was doing it, so absorbed was she in her reminiscence. I now was driving only with my left hand, and my right wrist rested on the back of my wife's hand, adding a little extra pressure to her hand on my drooling hard cock. I could feel the wetness which spread through my underwear and caused a dark spot on my jeans. But Julie was oblivious. "As we were kissing, I had wrapped both arms around him. He did the same but had quietly unsnapped my bra without removing my top. I knew exactly what he was doing but didn't try to stop him." "Then he slipped his left hand under my top, running his warm, rough fingers onto my bare belly." I lurched at this description. Julie's belly is small, tender and covered with smooth skin and the faintest, invisible layer of blond downy hair. I love to look at it with my head on her belly, and she loves to feel my hand stroke her. My hand, not Frank's. I was watching them now through the car window, conflicted by wanting it to stop but lustily wanting it to continue. My cock was driving my desire now, and nothing would stop my desire to hear the story climb to its climax. "Uhhhhhh . . .," I groaned as Julie's hand gripped my dick tightly, and gave me just a brief, teasing stroke. "His hand massaged my belly and side for a moment but I knew what he wanted. I even leaned back just a little to give his hand room to reach higher. In a flash he was under my bra, his left hand gently squeezing my right breast. I heard myself moan as his thumb flicked my nipple, which had hardened to a little finger." Julie's weakness has always been her nipples. She can orgasm just from nipple play, so I knew that with that one move, Frank had assured himself a satisfying end to the evening. My cock throbbed again. "Take it out," I pleaded with my wife, as we continued along I-5. "Not while you're driving," she intoned, firmly. "Then let's pull over," I answered, upping the ante. I was now so heated in my erotic fantasy world that I just wanted to crash through an orgasm, spurting my seed anywhere I could. "Not if you ever want to hear the rest," she said with resolve. I knew she wasn't kidding. This was her way of controlling me, sort of getting even with me for all the ways I controlled her. "Okay, keep going," I said quietly. I raised my hips to push my blood-filled rod against her small hand. Her fingers tickled me just a bit, enough to draw another groan from my throat. I literally felt fluid weep from the swollen tip of my dick, enlarging the wet spot on my underwear and jeans. "When Frank squeezed my nipple between his thumb and index finger, and twisted gently back and forth, I had a small orgasm. You know how I do that, baby?" "Oh yes," was all I could say. Yes, I do know. "I could feel the wetness in my pussy. It turned me on immensely. But I had never gone all the way and didn't want to now. So I slid my right hand inside his shirt, just above his waist. "His belly was smooth, hairless. It was really firm, with no fat at all. I tweaked his bellybutton just a bit and he chuckled. He squeezed my entire breast and we kissed again. My fingers scratched his belly, which seemed to charge his batteries as he then began to kiss more firmly, and his mouth moved down my neck toward my top, which he was simultaneously lifting up from my waist. I tensed up more, imagining where this would lead. The steely vigor of my cock pressed against Julie's hand and I groaned when she drew away. Before I could protest, she continued. "He wrestled my top and bra up over my right breast and impulsively kissed it, first avoiding the erect nipple. With my left hand still on his thing, my right hand snaked onto his head, tangling in his curly, black hair as his plump lips pinched my nipple, and his tongue began strumming it. 'Ahhh--oohhh,' I groaned softly. I think I came again at that point but the whole experience was so erotic that it all blended together in a hot, intense, enveloping frenzy. I was now squeezing and bending his hard tool as hard as I could. I wanted to see if it was stronger than my hand--could I go so far that he'd beg me to stop? "After he wet my breast with his luscious mouth for a few ecstatic moments, I pushed his head away, and pushed him back. "'I'm sorry,' he said softly, thinking he had gone too far and the night was over. I ignored him and reached over with my right hand, sliding it onto his bare stomach and under his waistband, under his briefs. "He leaned back silently, lifting his hips to ease my access. I slid my hand across his hairless skin, probing toward his crotch. By now, his fleshy stalk was pointed straight up toward his belly button, pushing his belt buckle obscenely into the air. Even in the darkness I could see its shadowy firmness. I chuckled inside imagining that happening to him in a classroom sometime, where he'd desperately try to conceal it. Now, however, he was not hiding it. I think he was proud as he clenched his hips, brandishing it like a sword, hoping to command my attention. "My right hand continued sliding toward his route, and suddenly it met a forest of pubic hair. It seemed like hair enough for his entire body had been crowded around his genitals, so full, soft and tightly curled. My fingers gripped and tugged gently at it. As I moved my hand a little further, my fingertips bumped a fleshy, soft orb. His ball moved on its own against my fingers. I raised my hand enough to reach out to capture the manly egg, and realized that it was very big, seemingly bigger than any I had seen or touched before. Frank groaned mightily as I squeezed gently on his large, soft testicle. I reached further to touch the other, finding that both were much too big for my small hand. Between them, the base of his penis throbbed persistently as my hand passed over it. Frank moaned again and I giggled quietly. "'You like?'" I asked teasingly. Julie giggled when she repeated this to me. "'God, yes, Julie. I love you,' moaned Frank. I knew this was passion speaking, that his words were real at the time but temporary, needy and erotic only. I didn't care, because they were a sort of worship of me and the pleasure I was bringing this friend, the sexy mate of my best friend." I was getting frantic at my wife's tale, at her detail, at her unexpected pleasure in telling me of this liaison with another man, his dick, his balls. How far would this go? In my fantasy I was in the car with them, watching every detail as she spoke her words. I had never been so turned on in my life. "While my right hand played with his balls, my left went for his belt buckle. I pushed it against his cock head briefly, causing him to gasp quietly. I undid the buckle, and began unbuttoning his 501s. That caused my fingers to rub his cock and he was twisting slightly. I stopped. "'I need to see to unbutton the rest,' I said, looking up at Frank's face. "'I can unbutton the rest,' said Frank. "'No, I want to. Do you have a dome light?" "Frank reached down and turned on the overhead light, which flashed like the sun in the darkened car. We both laughed in surprise. But then I saw it. "'Oh, my god,' I said. His cock was beautiful. So hard, almost shiny, so straight, and thin." I smiled slightly, reassured that my thick cock had an advantage over my competitor Frank. "Is my cock bigger than his?" I asked. Interstate 5 "Thicker," Julie said. "But his is longer." "How much longer?" I asked, already forming an image of Frank's cock in my mind. Julie didn't answer. Instead, as I continued to drive at 70 miles an hour on Interstate 5, she reached with both hands, quickly opening my pants and prying out my stiff and dripping member. She bent it outward, and put both hands on it. "His thing was about this long," she said, holding one hand, cupped like it was capping the tip of his cock. It was at least an inch past the end of my cock. I groaned. "And he was uncircumcised," she added. "It was so hot. The foreskin didn't quite cover the puffy end, which glistened from his juice. I couldn't help myself--I gripped his shaft and pulled the skin down to expose the head. God the tip was beautiful--so puffy, smooth and slick. The slot was weeping his juice. A big drop formed when I pulled the skin down." As she was saying this, Julie began pumping my circumcised cock, slowly and gently. But she had closed her eyes, and was lost in her story, reliving it in her mind. As for me, my eyes stayed on the road ahead, but my mind was dominated by the image of my wife leaning over Frank's long, uncut cock. Julie and I were both quiet for awhile. She let go of my cock. "We should stop," she said. "You'll be angry and jealous." "Jealous, yes, but does this look like I'm angry?" I asked, obviously referring to my hardness. "But later you'll be angry with me. And we're driving so it isn't safe." "One time you sucked me off while I was driving," I reminded her. "But that was near our house and we weren't going 70 miles an hour." "Please tell me the rest," I pleaded. I just wanted to hear more about her and Frank in his car that night. "Well, I was incredibly turned on from seeing and feeling his thing. It stuck up almost to his belly button, and stuck out away from his belly at an angle. I helped him slide his jeans and briefs down to about mid thigh so that his balls hung free. They looked even bigger than they had felt. His sack was large, so both balls hung down lazily below his thing. His big balls and long penis reminded me of a bull I had seen once. I moved in my seat and felt suddenly very wet between my legs. "Gripping him with my right hand, I spread his juice on his tip with my left thumb. I pumped the foreskin up so it covered the head and also the tip of my thumb, which I wiggled. He actually screamed, startling me. He put his arm around behind my back and pulled me toward him. "As my face got close to him, I knew what I wanted to do." My Julie was going to pleasure this man. I knew it was coming, but I my heart thumped in my chest, both with excitement and a sort of fear. Did she jack him off? Part of me hoped that was as far as she went, but my sexual fantasy drove me to hope for more. "Suck him," I whispered, saying it to myself, as my fantasy took control of my thoughts. "What?" Julie said. "Nothing." "Well, I did suck him. I dropped down impulsively and took the end of his hot cock into my mouth." Julie had always avoided profane words for my penis. She always called it my thing, or penis, or similar G-rated words. Hearing her call his a cock fueled my excitement, driving me further up toward explosion. I began to jack myself off. My cock felt monstrous as I pumped it. I looked at Julie, whose eyes were smoldering. Her face was flushed, and both hands were between her legs. I saw her legs clenching rhythmically. I began to masturbate my cock aggressively, eliciting moans and deep pleasure that warmed my entire genital region. The tip of my cock tingled and I imagined it being inside Julie's sucking mouth. I pumped steadily, my cock seeming to swell more with each stroke. I was racing toward an earth-shattering climax. "I could taste his juice, and it was so sexy. Very slight flavor, impossible to describe, but slightly sweet and incredibly erotic. I lost all control and began sucking madly on his cock, twirling my tongue around the head, under the foreskin, and into his hole. He put both hands on my head, gently holding me and groaning loudly. "Within seconds I felt him flex his hips strongly up, and his hands tangled in my hair as I heard him shudder "Oh, God, yes . . ." I knew she was about to describe Frank coming, and I lost control. I grunted suddenly, and my cock began to spit. "Frank spurted right into my mouth, and pushed his long cock into my throat just at that moment. He shot straight down my throat. I pulled back slightly, and he continued to spray my mouth over and over again with his cum, which was actually sweet. I loved it and tried to swallow it all, but some dripped out. God he came so hard, and so much." My own cum was spraying out all over my clothes. I didn't care at all, didn't even think about where it was going. In my mind I was spraying into Julie's mouth just like Frank did. I was standing next to their car looking in as he came, shooting my sperm onto the window. I was in bed with them, rubbing my cock against both lovers, shooting my cum on both of the, and then kissing my wife's sperm-covered mouth. I imagined a close-up view of the cock that had ravished my wife. Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum!!! I jerked and realized I had closed my eyes and drifted just enough for my tires to start thumping the edge markers on the highway. I straightened the car and continued cruising, with both hands on the wheel, with my cock still bare and wet with my juices. "Wow! What a night. Thanks for sharing with me, honey. I'd like to hear you tell me that again sometime. But I'm glad you don't love him. One time like that won't change anything between us. Maybe that's how I could find it so exciting, knowing you just lost control in that one moment." Julie was quiet for a moment. Then she turned her face to mine. I looked and saw a glint in her eye. "There's more," she said. Interstate 95 The following actually happened to me. It took place about 6 years ago and yet today I am still amazed because things like this NEVER happen in real life and especially to me!! I hope you enjoy and feel free to email me with comments or criticism. * * * * * I had been single for about 4 months after being married some 18 years. Going out and "running" the bars wasn't really much fun. So my days were pretty much spent online and visiting chat rooms, trading pictures of all types and leaving my load on the floor between my legs. I had to go up to the bank one day and as I pulled into the lanes I went for the shortest one, only a couple cars ahead of me. As I pulled up to the machine and picked up the canister I happened to glance over at the car next to me. Being in a van I was just a little bit higher and could look in real easy. What I saw made me damn near drop the canister and make a deposit that wasn't exactly what the bank was expecting!! In the car next to me was an attractive older lady, and by the way she was dressed I would expect her to be an executive of some type. She was wearing a black jacket with a white vest, her hair was done neatly and although not short but the auburn colors flipped back across her ears to the top of her neck. What got my attention was her skirt was pulled up and wearing thigh high stockings, with her panties pulled to the side she was slowly working a dildo, wrapped in a condom, in and out of her pussy. Now this type of thing you only read about in stories that YOU KNOW you'll never see! I knew it something that I WOULD NEVER see!! But right there before my eyes I watched the fake cock slide in and out of her tunnel. My own cock was swelling and tight against my shorts. She glanced over and seeing me intent on her movements; she closed her legs; finished her transaction and began to pull away. I got my deposit slip back and pulled out and made the turn to head back home, not believing what I had seen. My hand was rubbing my cock and the wet spot was beginning to show through my white jean shorts. All I could think about was getting back to the house, putting in a movie and blowing my wad of cum. I stopped at the light and made my turn when traffic allowed. Heading back all I could see in my mind was that dildo sliding in beside those white panties, between those pink lips and the soft looking curls of pussy hair. Damn, I wanted some pussy!! As I moved onto the 4-lane I noticed her car ahead of me, and I pulled out to pass her, and as I pulled up alongside she motioned me to pull over and she slowed and pulled onto the side of the road. I stopped behind her and adjusting my cock got out of the van and walked up to her door. She asked if I knew where the overpass was for I-95 and to pull over and meet her under it. Her skirt was pulled down over her thighs and when she looked at me it wasn't in my eyes, but at waist level. There was no denying what my state of mind was!! I hopped back in the van and she went on up the road. As I got to the overpass I pulled over behind her and walked up to her car, she motioned me to the passenger side and I got in. As I closed the door she let her leg open and pulling her skirt up asked me if I like what I saw. I could only nod. The white cotton panties were tight against her pussy and you could see the wetness and hair matted against them. As she opened her jacket and was unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse she began to explain to me. Now, my mind wasn't really listening to her my eyes were just taking in the view and all kinds of visions where flying through my head. Plus lying in the seat next to her was the dildo. So needless to say I didn't get verbatim all she was saying. She was an account executive for copy machines or answering machines. I'm not really sure, but she traveled up and down I-95 from Jacksonville to West Palm Beach and was on her way home. All this time she is opening her blouse, and slipping her bra straps off had pulled the cups down to expose her nicely rounded breasts. They weren't "silicone tits" but lay softly against her chest. The nipples were large and hard, standing out against large dusky colored areolas. My balls were full and hard and my cock was outlined against my shorts. She explained that on the long drive and between accounts she enjoyed feeling the dildo deep inside her and really got off by rolling a used condom inside out over the dildo and feeling the cum against her slit and working inside her. As she explained this she slipped her panties off and handed me a rubber. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and pulling my zipper down pulled my cock and balls free. Her hand wrapped around balls and her thumb and finger circled my cock and pulled it forward, as she instructed me to take the condom and roll it down the shaft. I got it started and holding the base of my cock, her finger and thumb finished rolling it to the base of the shaft. It took every bit of will power and thinking about football...baseball...basketball...anything!!... to keep from blowing my load right there! As she leaned back against the door facing me her legs opened wide and her one hand when to her nipple and began rolling it between her fingers. Parting her slit her finger began to rub her had clit. It was standing hard and pink and as she touched it you could see her whole body shudder. Reaching down for the dildo she took my hand and put it on her breast and told me that was all that I was allowed to touch and the dildo disappeared into her cunt. She told me to begin stroking my covered cock and to shoot all my cum into the reservoir of the condom. As my hand caressed her breasts my other hand stroked my shaft. I could feel the juice begin to rise in my shaft, she leaned forward and the fake cock disappeared into her pussy and she reached over and grabbed my balls. I squeezed the base of my cock and could feel that I wasn't going to be able to hold back. She put pressure gently on my balls and as I released the base of my cock the first load filled the tip of the latex. Her hand glided behind mine and as she pushed my hand off she stroked my cock and watched each load fill the condom. As she leaned back in the seat the dildo began to slip out of her soaked pussy, she had cum and a string of it reached from her pussy to the wet spot on the seat. Sliding it out she handed it to me to lick clean and as I tasted her cum on it she placed on hand on the tip of the condom and holding it securely she took the base of it and slipped it off my cock which was quickly becoming soft. Folding the bottom over she laid it on the seat and bending over took my flaccid cock between her lips and gently cleaned my cum from the shaft and cock head. Sitting back she pulled her bra back up, pulled her skirt down and taking the dildo put it on the seat beside her. As I was getting straightened up and getting ready to get out she told me that this was the best load of cum she had seen in a long time, and couldn't wait to get home to her lover so she could put her strap on cock on and coat it with my cum and fuck her telling her about watching me unload my cum. As I stepped out of the car I told her I hoped to see her again, but she only said, "I doubt that!" ...smiled ...and drove off... Interstate 95 It started out as another busy morning, I was running late class starts in 15 minutes and I was still half way from my exit. I started to hit the gas pedal a little harder and was flying down the road. I passed a couple of trucks and of course I had to take a peek at them, some of them do look awfully sexy. When I passed this one truck, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was wearing no shirt, his skin was a nice tan and with the shades on he was indescribable sexy. I passed the truck noticing that he looked at me, just like I had looked at him, but I had to make it to class I didn’t want to miss it. A little further down the road I started thinking damn what if I would have flirted a little longer he would have been a great guy to fuck. Oh well he was far behind me now, that’s what I thought. I looked in the rearview mirror and there he was right behind me flashing his headlights. I slowed down figuring he would pass me but he didn’t he kept right behind me. I got to my exit and waved bye to him, I figured he would go on but I thought wrong again. He got off with me. I had to make a left turn to get to my college as I turned the signal he flashed his headlights again and had his signal turning right. I thought to myself what the hell I am late already might as well have me a little fun this morning before I get to the rest of my classes. I pulled into the parking lot of the nearby waffle house, and he was still behind me. I got out of my car and he jumped of the truck. I was in awe; his body was awesome he had black hair and I was hoping I could see his eyes. He took his shades off and I couldn’t believe it they were sky blue. I had never seen anyone with black hair and blue eyes. He must have noticed my gaze upon him because he had that devilish grin on his face, which made him even more irresistible. He invited me for a cup of coffee and I said sure why not that I could always use more caffeine. We had a nice chat and I told him that I never ever had done that and I don’t know what compelled me to do that. Well in my innermost I did, I needed to get laid and he was my prime candidate. He asked me what I had planned for the rest of the day and I told him that I had a few classes this morning and that I was curious why he wanted to know. He had some cargo that he needed to deliver by noon in Jacksonville, Florida and if I was interested in driving along. My dream was about to come true I always wanted to do that, so I agreed. I got my things out of my car looked it up and we were on our way. It was fun now I could see what they see from above when they pass cars and I must say it was interesting to least. His cab had a bed in the back. I figured he is on the road a lot. I didn’t notice a wedding ring so I was in the clear if anything would happen but on the other hand who would care all I wanted was a one-night stand. I unbuttoned my blouse a little further hoping he would notice but I couldn’t tell if he did or not. We got to Florida and he dropped the cargo off while I stretched my legs. I was wondering what he would say if I would come flat out with it, but I wasn’t sure if I should dare. He pulled around the corner and I jumped back on and he asked what else I had planned for the day since it wouldn’t take long to get back to my cars since he had an empty truck. I told him pretty much nothing else and we could do whatever he would like to do. He didn’t say much and we got back onto the Highway I had to do something I just didn’t know what when he all over Sutton asked me if I had any clue why he had picked me up. I looked at him and told him I am hoping for the same reason I pulled over and let him pick me up. We came up on a rest stop and I looked at him and told him that I would really love to see the rest of his gorgeous body. He smiled and said I guess we are on the same wavelength and pulled the truck into the parking area. I climbed into the back while he was parking and undid the blouse all the way. Let my hair down and waited for him to join me back there. He came to a stop and turned towards me he removed the shades and I noticed that he liked what he saw by the reaction in his pants. I unbuttoned the jeans and man I do love a man with no underwear such easy access. As I slid his pants down and let my tongue slide down his shaft around his balls which made his erection even harder. He took a hold of my hair and I looked up at him and again he had that devilish grin on his face. My hands cupped his balls this time and my tongue slid back up the shaft and circled the head, when my mouth devoured the head and slid down the shaft again. I didn’t have to move much, he was helping out by pulling me back and forth by my hair. His cock filled my mouth to the rim and it felt good I always enjoyed sucking cock and I was not going to let go of this one. He pulled me away and laid me across the bed. He kissed me deeply and his hands where everywhere. He kissed down my neck and pulled my bra down to expose my nipples that where so hard already. He sucked on them, bit them gently, and making them real sensitive to his touch. He moved further down kissing over my belly button down my legs his tongue sliding over my cunt, but not deep enough just a slight touch. He kept circling around it and I think when I couldn’t take it anymore he plunched his tongue into my wetness. His fingers spreading my lips apart as his tongue probed deeper and deeper. His thumb circling and rubbing my clit making my body quiver. He climbed back on top and I could feel him enter me slowly, he held my hands above my head, his eyes where fixed on mine, his cock slid in and out of my cunt in a slow rhythm, when he rolled over so that I was on top. I leaned back a little, so my clit would be exposed to his probing hands. Riding his cock slowly trying to feel him every inch. His thumb was back on my clit rubbing it slowly with each stroke. He sat up sucking my nipples, my hips sliding back in forth feeling his full length inside of me. He rolled me back over and this time I was on my knees and he slammed his cock inside of me. God he felt so good and I needed to feel more of him. His hands on my ass spreading my cheeks, when I heard him ask me if I had ever done anal and I said yes I did and that I enjoy it very much. He told me that he had never done it and if I was willing to be his first. Of course I couldn’t say no to that, and he started to fuck me slower he didn’t want to cum just yet. His cock kept sliding in and out of my cunt while his fingers started to probe my ass one at a time. He removed his cock and stuck his fingers in my cunt and then back in my ass. He asked me if I thought I was ready, and I said sure, I was ready to go. He slid it in very slow and made sure that he wasn’t hurting me. Once the tip of the cock was in the rest was easy. He leaned forward and was pounding my ass and grabbed a hold of my tits, tugging and pulling on my nipples hard this time, which made me scream. He fucked me hard and fast and I could feel that he was ready to go. I told him that I wanted him to cum all over my ass. That had done it he pulled out and soon after I felt his cum on my ass. I rubbed it in with my hand making sure I scoop up a little and have a taste of him. We both got dressed, he kissed me and said that I was the greatest fuck he had ever had. If I would be interested in meeting once a week and I said sure I would love to do that. We exchanged numbers so he could tell me when he was making that route again. On our way back I got a little treat he fingered me all the way to my car making sure that I came more than once. Once we got there I sat on top of him and gave him another ride we both came hard and than I got out of his truck, jumped into my car and we both pulled back onto the highway him behind me the whole time. I must have been blushing the whole time back god what a great fuck he was and I couldn't wait to do it again. Interstate Marco had just finished driving through El Paso heading west on the Interstate when a familiar beat came on the radio. Glancing over at Christine he saw her run her hands through her short blond hair and then look back at him with a sly smile. She then slowly drew her tongue across her lips as she gazed into Marco's eyes. Looking far ahead noticed a line of cars. He eased off the accelerator, glanced over at Christine and gave her a wink. Marcos then clamped his knees on the steering wheel and then reached down, unzipped his zipper. He eased his erection out of his jeans carefully hooking the elastic band of his underwear beneath his balls. The beat on the radio intensified and as Christine leaned toward him he heard the lyrics: "I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel..." Marco began slowly pressing down on the accelerator as he felt Christine's mouth ease down over his cock. Quickly catching up to the vehicles ahead, he continued pressing the accelerator down as his cock slid deeper and deeper. Only when she began lifting her head and letting his cock slid out between her lips did Marco guide the car over into the left hand lane. Glancing down he watched her hair bouncing as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Odd license plates in front of him screamed toward them and he whizzed past two cars as he heard the radio continued its beat. Marco sang out the words he remembered, "...hypnotized... speeding to a new sunrise..." Feeling her fingers gently toying with his balls Marco gritted his teeth as her tongue circled the head of his cock while she sucked hard, drawing him into her mouth. The sunlight reflected off the side of an eighteen wheeler as they zoomed past. Concentrating on the road, Marco began lifting his hips, trying to push deeper in to her mouth as the pleasure aching inside him intensified. He heard the trucker's horn blaring behind them, probably thankful for the quick glimpse. Marco moaned out "...I'm almost there," and felt her quicken her pace as she bobbed her head. Unable to hold off any longer, Marco arched his back pressing her head against the steering wheel. With his foot pressed hard against the floor he watched his speedometer slowly lean until it reached the peg. Suddenly he felt the pleasure shooting through him as he cried out, "Last car to pass, here I go..." Pushing his cock deep into her mouth he came, spurting his cum again and again as their car surged past the last of the traffic and shot out into the open freeway. Nearly gagging, Christine swallowed again and again before pulling her head away, letting the cool air roll over his glistening cock. Well beyond the traffic, Marco pulled back over into the right lane and let the car simply coast as Christine leaned back over his lap and licked up the last droplets of cum oozing from his cock. She then sat up and Marco worked his cock back into his pants. "We got a thing that's called radar love." Marco said as he pressed back on the accelerator, setting his cruise control on seventy. "I really love that song." Licking her lips Christine replied, "So do I. I only wish you'd do me while we drive." "No way baby, you'd kill the both of us." "You don't." "Hell, I can cum and still concentrate on the road. Hell the way you go wild we'd never stay on the road and heaven help the other traffic. But that doesn't mean I am selfish," he said, resting his hand on her thigh. Marco waited until she lifted up her skirt and then worked his hand up between her legs. After she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and leaned her seat back he eased his fingers into her wet opening. Quickly pulling his hand back, he licked each finger, savoring the taste before returning to her pussy. Pushing his fingers into her again, he let her wetness coat his fingers before he worked them up her slit. As his wet fingers began stroking her clit he pulled alongside of an eighteen wheeler, slowing to match the vehicle's speed. Marco watched as Christine unbuttoned her blouse and began toying with her nipples while working her hips up and down. He simply continued massaging her clit while she put on a show for the audience. She moaned loudly, "Yes, yes Marco. I want to feel you inside me." He moved his fingers back down and shoved them deep into her pussy as she bucked her hips up high. "Yes, yes, fuck my pussy, fuck it with your fingers," she shouted. Marco could feel her juices running down his hand as he tried to keep his fingers burrowed deep in her pussy. Suddenly she stuck her head out the window and screamed, "I'm coming, I'm coming" Feeling her pussy convulsing on his fingers he pressed the accelerator down and slowly pulled away from the truck. He could hear the trucks horn bellowing behind them as he screamed down the highway, his fingers still shoved inside Christine's wet pussy. "How was that?" he asked, "You weren't driving, but you certainly put on a show." "You think he liked it?" she asked. "Oh he didn't like it, he loved it," Marco said, easing his fingers out of Christine's pussy. "I kind of loved it myself," he continued, drawing his fingers up to his mouth and licking off the dampness as the lyrics played in his head again, "I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel."     Note: Lyrics from "Radar Love" by Golden Earring Interstate BJ Rolling down I-20 out of Weatherford Texas, I was watching for a truck stop to take a bathroom break and get a cup of coffee. Then I remember from traveling this road before that the old time West-N-Go was up around exit 278 in Abilene. It wasn't much of a truck stop but out in the middle of nowhere it would work. Swinging off the interstate and pulling up to the stop sign I could see the truck stop to my right. I waited for the one car coming and pulled around the corner and into the parking lot. Shutting down the rig, I jump down the ground and headed for the door. Walking into the station I looked up to see a young gal with a streak of purple in her hair, smacking on a wad of gum and standing behind the counter talking on the phone. "Bathroom," I ask as she waved to the outside back of the station. "You all need this" she yelled at me holding up a key hanging on the end of a ping pong paddle. I hurriedly walked around the station to a door with black paint announcing . I started to put the key in the lock, turning the handle when I realized the door was already unlocked. I pushed it open to see a younger blonde woman in leather pants standing at the mirror combing her hair with her fingers. "OOOPS sorry-excuse me." "No problem," she said. "Almost done hun." I step inside and into a stall missing the door. Not real private but hell I wasn't gonna wait any longer. I started to use the urinal when I heard the door shut and lock. I looked around to see the woman coming up behind me. Fear set in as I did not want to be robbed. She reached out and put her arms around me. Not sure what was happening, she grabbed my cock and held it till I finished. "What are you doing," I asked? "I'll show you." I turn to face her and she still had my member in her hand. "I know this will make you feel good." She started pumping my tool and it began to get hard. Once rigid she dropped to her knees, pulling my cock to her mounth. She began kissing and licking it like an all day sucker she had purchased up front. Arching my back I leaned against the bathroom sink and closed my eyes. She took my full erect throbbing cock and made it disappear down her throat. Damn it felt so good I thougt to myself. Her head started bobbing up and down my hard tool, turning my balls rock hard. I grabbed the back of her blonde head and started pumping her face first slow then with great force. The harder I pumped the more she groaned. This must have only last a few minutes before I could no longer hold back and gushed a large white creamy load down her throat. My head got lite, my breathing was almost rasping. I pulled out of her mouth, pulling her to her feet and giving her a wet,deep kiss. I could taste my own sperm which even excited me. I returned my cock to my pants as she turned and continue combing her hair with her fingers. Walking past her to the door I patted her on the sweet bottom. "Thank you honey, that made my day!" She turned to smile at me with one of those little girl smiles. I took the key up front, handing it back to the cashier. "You come back and see us hun" she said with a gleam in her eyes. I got back up into my truck, started it up and was moving forward when a motorcycle with a guy and the girl in the leather pants went shooting by me. Tapping my air horn, they waved at me as they disappeared down the road. What a way to start the day I thought. Pulling back on the freeway,"Hell I forgot my coffee," I said to myself. Oh well I thought. I need to stop here more often. First erotic story I ever wrote and feedback is welcome. Interstate Interlude Dan was minding his own business riding up the interstate in his pickup truck. He was headed to the nearest town and the hardware for some supplies and a couple of tools he needed back at the cabin. He enjoyed living out in the remote woods, and his wife had become to love it as much as he did, maybe more. Theirs was a simple life, though comfortable, but had become a real routine. There wasn't much variety in their lives. To make it worse, at least for Dan, was that there was no sex life, at all. His wife was a sweet person, thoughtful and loving, but she'd never been one to care much for sex or making out. Passion was more mental for her. For Dan it was tough, especially when his wife had developed some tumors which had to be removed surgically. They were benign, thankfully, but the combination of her seeming lack of libido with the surgery and medications afterwards resulted in sex being a thing of the past. It simply wasn't comfortable for her anymore, quite painful actually, so theirs was a life of abstinence. Well, if you don't count the times Dan pleasured himself in search of relief. His wife didn't even want to participate in that, felt it dirty and sinful, so he kept that to himself. Back to the interstate. In all his years of riding the highways on a motorcycle or in a truck Dan had never been flashed so when the red Mustang pulled alongside his truck and rode there he was shocked to see a well endowed brunette riding there with her right breast fully exposed to him. So shocked that he had to look away, think for a moment, then look back to affirm what he'd seen. Sure enough, a nice, plump, fully exposed boob. The girl motioned towards her boob then to her mouth as if to ask if he wanted to taste it, and Dan emphatically nodded yes. He knew better than to do something like that but it was as if his body had taken over and ignored his better judgment. The rode tandem like that for another mile or two then the Mustang pulled in front of Dan and over into his lane. A few miles on up the interstate the Mustang signaled and pulled off at an exit that Dan knew well. It was a fairly remote area with no houses or businesses at the interchange, and there were wide gravel shoulders where truckers would often pull over for a rest overnight. The Mustang pulled over onto one of those gravel shoulders and Dan pulled his truck alongside and got out to see that boob up close and personal. The driver motioned for Dan to go to the passenger door, so Dan circled around the car, opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. The breast was still uncovered, the girl smiled, and Dan nervously cupped the breast in his hand. This was a strange experience to him, forwardness and openness he was unaccustomed to. They spoke little, more regarding his admiration for her breasts than anything, and he leaned over to suckle at the nipple. As he did she uncovered the left breast and pulled Dan's hand up to that nipple as he savored the other. By this time the crotches in Dan's jeans were on fire, pained from being cramped while trying to grow into a full fledged hard on. Dan leaned up from the nipple and took the opportunity to unzip and unbuckle his jeans, pull his underwear aside and free his erection. Mustang Girl immediately reached to hold it, then began to slide her hand up and down the full length of his cock. Mutual fondling continued for several minutes with little conversation, and Mustang Girl had managed to unclothe enough that she was fully nude from the waist up. She kept her legs tightly together and held one hand over her crotch at all times, as if to warn that the treasure down there was off limits. Dan was unaccustomed to a soft, female hand pleasuring his cock and the energies were building quickly from within. When Mustang Girl leaned over and took his cock into her warm, moist mouth it was all Dan could do to keep his breath. She ran her lip down the length of his cock, taking his full length into her mouth, then sensing his state of arousal she began more quickly and forcibly work the head of his dick with her mouth while her hand moved up and down the shaft. Cumming came quickly, powerfully and abundantly for Dan, surprising even him in how it overtook him by surprise. Mustang Girl took all of his juices in stride, swallowing all as it flowed from his balls and out his cock. She gently let off the pressure and cleaned every trace of cum from Dan's softening dick, then sat back up with a smile on her face. When Dan began to speak she reached out and put a finger to his lips to quiet him. "Time for you to go now." Dan opened the door and stepped from the Mustang. Closing the door he leaned down to the window and asked if he'd see her around sometime. Mustang Girl just smiled, started the engine and pulled from the lot. Within a second it was as if the Mustang and the fair breasted girl were never there. Interstate Mirage Frank was unfazed by the heat waves off of Interstate 95. It was mid August and about 110 degrees in the upper state of Georgia. He'd rather be in his cab, listing to the southern drawl of country music with the cool air of the air conditioner blowing on him rather than out there. He had a easy job and he knew it. It beat sitting in an office, having rich boys telling him what to do, and dealing with all of that damn computer shit. It also beat doing labor, he was a lazy man, he knew it and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Here, on the road, with his rig, he could be lazy and still get paid. He did get lonely, not in a sentimental way or a 'I miss my wife and kids way' but in a manly way, the kind of way that made him stop at the Interstate Nudey Bars. He stopped when he had the chance, he disliked going into places like that, not because he felt dirty but because his dick hurt so bad from being so close to all those tight asses and sweet young pussies. There were some places along his route that had a drive threw, one that would allow his rig threw and those were the ones he preferred. He could sit in his cab and pull on his thick meat while he watched those young naked girls dance, they'd shake their asses, squat in a way that he could see the pink of their pussy, their inner lips and on some of the girls, their clit. Some would bend over at the waist and he could see that opening that he wished he could stick his prick in. He loved the long legs, big tits and a baby bald pussy and a lot of these girls had what he was looking for. He didn't care if they were Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, all pussy was hot pussy in his eyes. Really, this was the ideal job for him, except for the pussy part. He could go home to his third wife of 9 years, sure, if he wanted to hear her bitch about money, or the neighbors or all the bullshit of her life. She was alright in the bed, nothing extraordinary, she got the job done but what he really wanted he knew he'd never get. He kept a stack of dirty magazines in the glove compartment for when the mood hit him and a nice collection of videos in the back. Not quite the warm body to snuggle up to at night but it did make him sleep better. He'd hit his destination in about 2 hours, stay the night at a truck stop and then turn around and head on back to Virginia, to his wife Mary in the trailer park. The sky was clear as could be but he knew it wouldn't last very long, the southern states were prone to mid afternoon thunder showers, sometimes so sudden and so violent that he'd pull of the side of the road and wait it out. He'd seen the truckers who'd brave the sudden rain squalls but not him, he wasn't that brave or that stupid. When he'd see that big wall of heavy hazy rain headed right for him, he'd pull right over, pull his hat down over his eyes, listen to the rain pat on the roof and windows of the rig and snooze. By the time he awake he'd find the sky partly cloudy and puddles of quickly evaporating water scattered on the interstate. Today the pavement and the trees lining the road took on a dancing appearance, the heat rising off of the pavement in invisible rippling pillars. He knew he had to be careful in these conditions, a car could be a hundred feet in front of him and he'd never know until he was right up their asses. In the distance he made out a strange form, something that looked like a white tree of sorts, or maybe a road sign that had been hit and was reflecting the sun light oddly. It wasn't until he passed her that he knew it was actually a girl and not a bent road sign or a tree. He looked in his side view mirrors to see her, it only took him one look before he put on the brakes and pulled off the side of the road. With the one look he saw a skinny young woman with light brown hair pulled up into a pony tail. She wore the smallest, skin tight pair of white shorts he'd ever seen with a white halter top that exposed her flat, tan midriff. She had a red duffle bag slung over her one shoulder while walking at a steady rate with her left arm sticking out and her thumb extended. When she saw that he had stopped and pulled off the side of the road she began to jog toward him, which was fantastic to see in the side view mirrors because her huge tan tits bounced freely as she did so. He didn't know what he was doing, he typically didn't stop for hitch hikers but with this heat...and it was a young woman...and she had huge tits... She opened the door, "Hey'ya!" It was a southern drawl, she had a cheery, girly voice, like she was still a young teenager. He looked down at her, that white halter top didn't cover much; it looked like it might have belonged to a ten year old before she wore it. Her skin shimmered with perspiration, and even from here he could smell the tanning oil that she must've been wearing. "Where ya headin', darlin'?" he asked, not sounding like a horny, fat, greasy truck driver. "As far as you can take me," she replied in her high pitched southern drawl. "South Georgia, OK?" he asked. "Sure is!" she declared. "Hop on in, hunny." She turned around to pick up her duffle bag, bending over at the waist. Those skin tight shorts rode right up that plump ass, exposing the bottom part her ass cheeks. His mouth watered, what a shame she'd never let him stick it in her. She threw the duffle bag on the floor of the passenger side and climbed in behind it. She put her seat belt on and smiled brightly at him, her bright white teeth a compliment to her full luscious lips and tanned skin. She was a knock out, he was bad at guessing ages but he could tell this one wasn't very old at all, anywhere from 16 to 20 but goddamn was she hot, porn star hot. As soon as she fastened her seat belt he was headed back on the road, the smell of her tanning oil already infiltrating the cab, "Names Jenny," she said. "Frank," he nodded to her with a small grin. "Mighty nice of you to stop," she thanked. "Not a problem. Young girl like you shouldn't be out there hoofin' it, not in this heat," he told her, even though it was really those tits and legs that made him stop. "Oh, the heat don't bother me so much, it's the rain that's a real pain. But boy oh boy is it cool in here!" she rubbed her arms with her hands, squeezing those tits together with her arms without noticing she was doing it. He could see the goose bumps on her arms but what he liked was those little hard nipples that were so clearly noticeable threw her white top. He also noticed that the small triangles that covered her tits were no bigger than a bikini top and he could see the inner half of one of those big round tan mounds. What he wouldn't do to squeeze one of those, or to nibble on that sensitive peak, he'd give his left nut, that's what he'd do but who was he kidding? It wasn't going to happen. He suddenly felt very self conscious, he was a 58 year old balding man who wore a 'truckers hat' to hide it, that's who he was. He was only six foot in height and just shy of 300 pounds. He had a long graying beard and mustache, he hadn't showered for 2 days, even though his clothes were clean he knew he had sweat stains on his shirt. He was stout, that's what they called it, he had short, very thick fingers, big hairy forearms, and he'd probably end up with bow legs like his old man. He shrugged off the feeling, what did it matter what she thought of him, she'd only be in the cab with him for 2 hours and when she was gone, he could pull out his cock and pull it to thought of her round ass and big perky tits. She made small talk; how long has he been driving, did he like it, was he married, kids, things like that, he was fine with that, kept his mind off of her jiggling titties every time he hit a pot hole or a bump in the road. She was quiet for a while and then she bent down to get something out of her duffle bag, at which point he hit a particularly large pot hole which threw her bending form off track, her arm came up and hit the glove compartment, with a sudden flop and sound of paper falling to the floor of the cab all of his dirty magazines came flying out. "Oh! Oh gawd, I'm sorry, oh, I didn't mean..." she stammered, not even seeing what she was gathering up to put back in the glove compartment. At the same time he was trying to keep his eyes on the road and mumble excuses and apologies. She dumped her first armful of magazines into the glove compartment and it wasn't until she gathered up the last few that she actually saw what it was that she was putting away. "Oh..." she dumped all but the one she held in her hand back into their compartment, "what's this?" she mumbled as if to herself. He could see that by the cover that it was one of the magazines with barely legal girls with huge jugs. He felt his face grow flush and suddenly felt ashamed. To his surprise she opened it up and started paging threw it, neither of them said anything, what could he say? She flipped from one end to the other, saying nothing, which could be interrupted as good or bad. She put the magazine with the others and she looked at her feet, "I guess you get awful lonely out here, huh?" He nodded, "I do," keeping his eyes on the road. There was nobody but him as far as he could see but he didn't want to make eye contact with this girl, she looked so much like those girls in that magazine. "And you prolly get awful horny too," she said even quieter. He nodded again, not responding vocally, afraid his voice would crack. He heard her unbuckle her seatbelt and saw her slide the distance that was between them out of the corner of his eye, "You know, I been on the go for a few weeks now, so I sorta understand what your going threw, so if you wanna, you could feel my titties, if you want," she used that quiet girlish southern drawl, "specially for stopping' for me n'all." He looked over at her, she sat right there next to him, her young face as serious as could be. "G'on, it's alright, really." He looked at her again, "'you sure?" his hands were already twitching and he could feel his underused member coming to life. "I got nothin better t'do, g'right ahead." Without further prompting, he reached over with his right hand and placed it on her right breast. It was firm and warm, and very big and soft. He began to caress the clothed tit with his palm, feeling the hot underside then running his thick fingers over that little peak under her tight shirt. He moved to the other breast, doing the same to it. Her nipples were growing in size and not from the cool air on her hot skin. "Here, I think this would work a little nicer for both of us." She pushed aside the small cloth triangles that were cradling those heavy globes of hot flesh. Her nipples were dark pink and very erect. "Do it again, without my shirt in the way." Again, he reached over and felt her breasts, this time without the confines of the fabric, her skin was soft as silk and those hard little nipples stood out proud. He massaged the mounds, feeling his meat grow in his jeans. He pinched one of those little nubs between this thick stubby fingers and she moaned. "Oh, that felt good, do it again." He did it again, pulling on it, then he reached over to the other breast and did it to the other one. She moaned again, he switched from breast to breast, pinching and massaging each one for several minutes. He was in heaven; this long legged, tanned southern bell was letting him feel her up. "I really appreciate the ride, Frank, so I'm gonna let you slip your hand between my legs for a feel," she spread her legs just enough for him to slip his big hand between her thighs. He didn't want to sound ungrateful or that he wasn't enjoying what was happening but he also didn't want to be accused of rape later, "You don't have to do this, really, if you-" She cut him off, "You'd be doin' me a favor too, Frank... please?" He didn't wait for another invitation; his hand went right for the good spot. He cupped her clothed pussy, feeling that she was hot, he hoped that she was wet and not wearing any under ware. His finger found the thin piece of fabric that were her shorts, a string practically, that covered her lips, or more properly, were supposed to cover her but due to the fact that her shorts were so tight that one string was nestled between her bald, silky smooth outer lips. Her rubbed on those soft outer lips, she sighed heavily, he hoped she liked this as much as he did. He slid two fingers under that cloth and was greeted by wet, silky folds of her inner lips and she did not have any under ware on. She moaned softly, his dick swelled, this hot young thing was enjoying him touching her pussy! He pulled that little strip of cloth to the side so he could run his fingers up and down her wet slit, he found her hole easily enough, he didn't stick his fingers in but he did tease it a little, smearing some of her own juices up to her already excited clit. He was excited to find that she had a nice big clit, it stuck out like a little tongue, he'd never been with a woman who had a clit like this, he liked the feel of it, slick and smooth and easy to find. "Oh yeah, tease my hole again, yeah, that's it," she cooed. He did as she asked and was greeted with a flood of her hot wetness on his fingers. He dipped in his fingers just far enough to excite but not to penetrate. He watched her squeeze her own tits in her hands, she was very wet and wouldn't be surprised if she would leave a nice pussy stain on his seats. "You got a real nice touch, Frank," she said. She lifted her butt off the seat, his hand falling away as she undid her shorts and slid them down past her sandaled feet, sat back down and lifted the top over her head, "I think you and me both would like it if you got a nice look at my ass, what do you think?" she was completely naked now, except for a pair of strappy sandals. Frank was thankful that there was no one else on the road because he was having trouble keeping his eyes off this young naked girl next to him, he did however see that they were heading into cloudy sky, it might not be long until they hit rain. She was tan all over, even her bald shapely mound was tan, when she faced away from him and lifted her ass in the air, doggy style, he could see that all of her was beautifully tanned. Her shapely ass was not even two feet from his shoulder, her legs as far apart as they could go on the seats but it was enough for him to see what he wanted. Her pussy was glistening with her wetness, the folds of her inner lips were a dark pink and her thick juicy clit stuck out of those wet folds, in an almost mocking gesture, it seemed to him. But the opening to her canal was oozing with her juice and at the sight of it his blood engorged prick throbbed. He reached up and gave her ass a good squeeze, caressing it and then squeezing it hard again. He could see the inside of her ass cheeks and that puckered little eye staring at him, he only imagined how tight it was, which made his balls tighten in his pants. He massaged her ass as long as he could before his fingers itched to be soaked in her pussy juice. Taking his chance, he stroked the long slit, stopping at her clit to rub his fingers over it, pinch it and pull on it. She groaned when he pulled on her swollen nub, he teased her canal hole again but this time he smeared the wetness to that little puckered eye. She gasped when he did it, he would tease her seeping hole then massage on the little brown eye. The clouds ahead darkened significantly and he knew it was a sign of some pretty serious rain. He hoped it would hit soon, giving him just cause to stop his rig and really have his way with this hot wet pussy. "Oh that feels so good," she whispered hoarsely. "You got a real sweet little pussy, Jenny, and that little clit of yours is so juicy," he told her. "Oh yeah," she cooed as he pinched it between his slick thumb and index finger, "it likes you Frank, you make it feel real good." He continued for a few more moments, listening to her moan and coo, his dick hurt so bad but he didn't want to over step his boundaries, and if this was all she was going to give then he wasn't about to turn it away. He noticed the big splatters on his windshield first and then saw the big wall off rain that was on a collision course for them. "Hold on little girl, I gotta pull off the side here, we're about to hit some nasty rain," he pulled off to the side of the road and turned off his engine, keeping the air running. She sat next to him, naked as could be, her big tits heaving with her excited breathing and those dark pink nipples hard and erect. She smiled shyly at him, "Frank, how'd you like to see my pussy real up close? 'you been treating it awful good and I think it'd like you to see it up close," she said sweetly. With his heart hammering in his chest and his prick throbbing in his pants he muttered, "I'd more than like that, darlin'." "Why don't you pull that steering wheel up real high for me," she said. He did as he was told and before he knew it, that sweet young girl was sliding across his lap and positioning her tight round ass on the bottom round part of the wheel. She put her feet behind his shoulders, her knees bent almost to her waist. He stared down at her open wet pussy, he could smell her sex. "Frank, why don't you spread my lips open and take a real good look at her, she's real pretty, but she's kinda shy some times," she told him. He was almost too shocked to move, her naked body before him, her big tits staring at him, his dick hurt, he was sure he could cum in his pants without any contact from her. "Please," she prompted him. He reached between her legs and with both hands rubbed the inside of her thighs, she was balder than anything he'd ever felt or seen, her legs were smooth and soft and her pussy was the same. "Don't be shy...would you like to squeeze my tits again, you can if you want," she offered. He kept his left hand on the inside of her thigh and with his right hand groped at her breasts, he pulled at her little nipples in turn and she moaned in response. "You got the nicest tits I've ever seen or felt," he told her. "You make them feel like they're on fire, it makes me so wet." He could see her face was flushed and her chest and tits were too, he would love to see her cum and hoped she'd let him to it. After he squeezed her titties for a while he decided it was time to spread open those lower lips and get a good look at that wet cunt. With the fingertips of both his hands he spread apart her pussy lips, she inhaled sharply and then moaned and could actually see the muscles contract in excitement. She was dripping wet, to the point were her outer lips were even wet and it was sliding down between her ass cheeks. "Oh yeah, spread me open," she moaned, "see how wet I am? You made me this way, Frank, with those nice big thick fingers, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit," she whispered throatily. "Little girl, you got the hottest, tightest little pussy I ever saw," with his left hand he held her outer lips open, keeping them wide so that he could use his other hand to stroke her, "I wanna make you cum, would you let me do that for ya?" "Oh yeah, Frank, I'll cum on the steering wheel for you, up close so you can see it real good, is that what you want, do you want that?" He didn't answer, he had already began pinching her clit then following that little muscle shaft to her opening, he dipped one finger in, just like her teased her, then rubbed it, pressing on it firmly, like it was a knotted muscle. "Oh gawd, that's amazing," she cried. He dipped into her pussy several more times, he could tell she was close, her breathing became shallow and the amount of juice that she produced was now making its way down her ass. Interstate Mirage "Stick one of those big fingers in my pussy, Frank, stretch out that little hole with your thick fingers," she moaned. He rubbed her clit for just a moment longer, then, just like before as he would tease her opening he went in just enough but he lingered, making circular motions. "Oh fuck yeah," she cried, "push it in nice and slow." He enjoyed teasing her, watching her squirm and pant. He very slowly pushed his finger into her tight canal and was she tight. "Oh gawd," she moaned, "do it again!" He followed her instructions, she cried out again, "Rub my clit again then stick your big finger back into my pussy slowly." He massaged her hard little clit for a few brief seconds then penetrated her tight pussy hole again, she was tighter than before. He did this a few more times, he thought for sure she would have cum by now, she moaned and cried out constantly. "Stick two fingers in me and rub my clit, I wanna cum on your big fingers," she begged. His left hand stopped holding her lips open and he slid his middle and index finger around her juice slit, getting ready to insert them into her. "Are you ready?" "Yeah, do it slow." He slowly inserted his two fingers into her tight canal, the whole time she moaned and cried out, "Oh gawd, I'm gonna cum so hard on your fingers. Play with my clit, Frank, make me cum." He massaged her engorged clit with his thumb and almost immediately he could feel her pussy walls tightening, "Oh fuck yeah, oh gawd, finger fuck me, do it real slow," she whispered. He moved his fingers slowly out and then slowly in, as wet as she was he still had to push in, she was so unbelievably tight, he could only imagine how tight she'd be around his cock. For only half a minute he slowly finger fucked her and played with her clit, her body glistened with perspiration and her nipples were hard and puckered, he could do this all day, watching her big tits, stare down onto her sweet wet pussy with its tight hole and that puckered little eye just below it. The walls of her cunt closed in tightly on Franks fingers, sucking them into her, her clit became like a little rock, and he knew she was about to come, "Cum on my fingers little girl, you like that, my big thick fingers in your tight little hole, come on, cum on them. You like me rubbing your big clit and finger fucking your tight pussy," he pulled his fingers slowly out and slowly in, surely this would have been like torture to her. "Oh fuck, oh yeah, I'm gonna cum," she panted and moaned, and as he stuck his fingers in her body went rigid, "Oh fuck, oh, I'm cumming, oh god!" She arched her back off of the steering wheel, a hot gush of her juice covered his fingers and hands. She wailed with pleasure, panting and quaking. The walls of her pussy contracting on his fingers while he gently caressed her rock hard nub while she came. A few moments later she leaned back against the wheel, her face was flushed, her nipples hard and erect. She slid off the steering wheel and sat next to him with her feet tucked under her, "I have the sneaking suspicion that your cock is as thick and as meaty as your fingers, why don't you pull it out and let me see?" Frank didn't have to be told twice, he undid his constrictive pants and pulled out his dick, it was probably only seven inches long but Jenny was right, it was thick, almost five inches round. He knows this because his first wife measured him once, for fun. She gasped at the sight then giggled a high pitched girlish sound, "Oh, I was right. You know, that has to be the thickest cock I ever seen," she told him with a hungry look in her eyes. "Is it now? How many dicks have you seen little girl?" "Enough... enough to know I like thick cocks, Frank." She paused for a moment, she reached out and grabbed it by the base, "I love thick cocks because they feel so good in my pussy." He groaned loudly, his dick pulsed, and all she had to do was stroke it a few times and he's squirt his load, "Careful now, it's loaded." "Oh Frank, I can't even put my fingers around it," she sort of pouted. She was right however, she couldn't circle her little fingers around his shaft. "It don't matter, hunny, it still feels damn good." She had managed to stroke him a few times, her smooth hands feeling like heaven on his aching member. "I know what would feel even better," she cooed. "Oh yeah?" He breathed, "What's that?" She removed her hand from his dick and began to straddle him, like she was about to drive the truck, "Like I said, I love the feel of a thick cock in my tight pussy and I'd like to see if I could fit your nice thick one in my tight little bald pussy. I think that would feel amazing." "It'll feel better than amazing," he said as he watched her reach between her legs and grab his cock. She lowered herself just enough that she smeared the head of his shaft up and down her wet slit, after a few passes she positioned his head to the opening of her hole. "This is gonna feel so great, your big cock in me, stretching my pussy, I know I'm gonna cum again," she told him. He could hardly believe what was happening, it was the most incredible sensation because her pussy was very tight and hot as could be. It took what felt like eternity for her to slide her little pussy on his shaft, it was agonizing yet amazing at the same time. His balls were so tight he thought for sure he'd toss his load in seconds. Frank lost track of how many times she moved her tight, wet pussy up and down his shaft, he was overwhelmed by the pure ecstasy his body was experienced. Her moans and gasps of pleasure filled the cab and made his balls squeeze even more. He had enough sense left in his brain to reach his left arm around her to pull at one of her nipples while the other arm found the hard little clit between her soaked pussy lips. "Oh, gawd, yes, Frank," she cried, "make me cum again." All time disappeared; the only real thing he could comprehend was the feel of her wet pussy pumping on his dick, her soft, bouncing tit in his left hand and her wet, silky hard clit being pinched between the fingers in his right hand. His pleasure soon reached a peak where it felt like it hovered for eternity; the feeling was so intense that it bordered on pain. Somewhere in his mind he wondered what the hold up was. "Oh Frank, I'm gonna cum," she moaned breathlessly, "don't stop!" He could feel her muscles tightening around his shaft, he didn't think it was possible because she was already so tight. Suddenly she cried out, he felt the spasms of her pussy on him. In that instant he felt his balls give one final clutch and the pleasure shot down his legs into his toes as he came inside her hole. "Oh, fuck..." Load after load of cum shot from his cock into her; her tight, pulsing pussy squeezing last drop from him. He didn't know when he lost consciousness; be it passing out from pure ecstasy or falling asleep, he did in fact become awake and aware that he was alone. "Jenny?" he called as he did up his pants, his limp, dry cock hanging out. He looked in back, thinking maybe she went to sleep in his bed; she was not there. Frank noticed that her bag was missing. Instantly he checked his mirrors, when he didn't see her he exited the cab and walked the entire way around the truck. No Jenny. He was suddenly feeling guilty. Did she think he wouldn't give her a ride to the southern part of Georgia? Did she feel guilty? He laughed at himself, more than likely she was disgusted after I fell asleep. Well, if she's on foot and still headed south I'll catch up to her, he told himself. Two hours later Frank found himself at the truck stop without any sign of the young Jenny. He was concerned but figured she found someone else to take her south. With that body, who wouldn't want to pick her up? Regardless of what he told himself, he still asked a few of the guys enjoying an early dinner at the truck stop. It wasn't until he talked to a pair of trucker that he finally got some information. "Excuse me but y'all haven't seen a young woman come through recently?" Frank asked quickly, expecting the regular "no" to his question. However, the two looked at each other apprehensively. "She's about yae high," he motioned with his hand, "has long light brown hair, blue eyes, southern accent, wearing a white top and shorts?" The two men seemed to exchange a brief unspoken communication, "Her name wouldn't happen to have been Jenny, would it?" Suddenly, Frank felt relief. So, she did pass this way, he must have just missed her. "How long ago she come through here?" Again, the two exchanged looks. "Well, she passed through here about six years ago," the one man responded quietly. Frank paused for a moment, he must not have heard them right. "No, no, she's probably only eighteen or so." "Yes, we know who you are talking about," the other man said, "she was hitch hiking along I95, right?" "Yeah," Frank's initial thought was that she was a frequent hitch hiker. The other man cleared his throat, "Friendly young thing, am I right?" He gave a look to Frank that indicated that friendly didn't mean kind, he was implying a sexual encounter. "Yessss...but," he didn't know how to respond. How did they know? And there was no way she came through here six years ago. "That there was Jenny Aubrey," one of the unnamed men began, "she came through her six years ago with another trucker while hitch hiking. On their way down south she was expressing her thanks to the trucker, he swerved off the road. Killed them both." Frank scoffed, "She was very much alive and warm when I... when she was in my cab." They both nodded, "They all said the same thing." Frank paused, "They?" "Seven of 'em," said the one after sipping his coffee, "eight now." "I don't believe any of this, y'all are pullin' my leg!" Frank was about to turn around when one of the men interrupted his movement, "Don't believe us? Between here and the next truck stop is a little memorial on the road side. I do believe there is a picture of her at the site." Frank left the two men, what a joke! Two hours later Frank stood on the side of I95 staring a site marker with tacky plastic flowers, a faded white cross indicating where a fatal crash occurred and two cheap picture frames. Frank picked up one of the two framed photos that rested against the cross. Though faded from the southern sun, he could still make out the face of the young Jenny. "I'll be damned," he muttered to himself, "best pussy I ever got and it was from a dead girl." Interstate Sex It had been six months since I last saw Dave and Phyllis. They had been friends for years. About a year and a half before Dave asked if I would like to help satisfy some of his and Phyllis' sexual fantasies. We were talking about sex one evening, you no, guy talk. We told every dirty joke we could remember. Then, as we drank our beers, we began sharing or experiences and fantasies. Dave told me about a nurse he had the unexpected pleasure of fucking one night after work and about a high school girl he did, on the side of a county road, on the trunk of his car. I shared my one and only threesome experience, and my adventures with my high school girl friend. Dave was very interested in my threesome experience; he wanted to know how I meet the couple, what we did together and how I liked sharing a woman with another man. I told him I meet them through a swinger magazine and sharing a woman with another man, though, not my first choice, it proved to be quiet exciting. Not only did I get my cock sucked by a beautiful woman.... I also got to fuck her, suck her tits and eat her sweet pussy, while watching her husband do those same things to her. It was like being in a porno movie. Then to my surprise Dave told me that Phyllis fantasized about me when they made love. He would tell her, while she was riding his cock, that she was fucking me instead. That would cause her to fuck him wildly, till she exploded in a screaming orgasm. I was speechless. My best friend's wife was hot for me! If you met this woman, you wouldn't think she was the type to have impure sexual thoughts. Her dress and behavior were always very chaste. Until that moment I honestly never had sexual thoughts about her, now all I could do was wonder how she was in bed. Phyllis was a lovely young woman of 33. She stood bare footed 5' 4'', and weighed 105lbs. nude soaking wet. (Yes, I measured and weighed her, personally, as she stepped out of the shower) Her hair was dark, coarse and very thick. Her eyes were brown her face sweet and innocent. Dave was very proud of his wife's body with the singular exception of her tits. They were small and a little loose. He continued to share fantasy after fantasy and they all included me fucking his wife. Nervously, I asked him if he and Phyllis wanted to make them come true. To my surprise he said, yes. That started our threesome adventures. Now, they were coming to town for a visit and a much-anticipated get together. Their car pulled into the drive, I ran out and started to jump in the front passenger seat. Phyllis was sitting in the rear. Dave looked at me grinning, "get in the back seat." I looked back at Phyllis and she turned her head and stifled a giggle with her hand. "What's going on?" I asked with a curious laugh. "Trust me, get in the back seat." Dave instructed. Quickly, I jumped in the back seat behind Dave, Phyllis sat on the other side a good 18 inches separating us. Dave drove off. It was dark now and to my surprise as we approached the motel they were staying in, he past it and got on the interstate. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I thought we were going back to the motel." "Phyllis has a fantasy.” Dave said, mischievously. Dave looked back at Phyllis, she wiggled nervously in her seat. "Are you sure it'll be alright if I do it, Dave?" Looking for reassurance. "Do what?" I asked looking back and forth between the two of them. "Maybe, he won't like it, Dave...." Phyllis added. "He’ll like it, don't worry. Now, get on with it! All you've been talking about is this fantasy for the past two months." Dave said excitedly. Phyllis turned toward me and with her sweet, shy, innocent smile she leaned her head on my shoulder and placed her warm hand on my leg. She gently rubbed my inner thigh, till she reached my crotch. My cock grew hard and ached for release as she gently she squeezed me. Suddenly, she kissed me, her tongue pierced my lips and together our tongues wrestled back and forth between our two mouths. Her mouth quickly went to my neck, and then she slid down to my lap and began unfastening my belt. "What are we doing?" I asked. Dave answered for her; "She's going to suck your cock." I raised my ass up off the seat so she could pull my pants down. Now, my hard cock was exposed and in her soft trembling hands. Slowly, she stroked my shaft, as her husband stole glances back to see what she was doing. "Are you going to suck him or what?" Dave chided. Phyllis brushed her long hair back, and brought her lips to the tip of my cock. Licking the drooling pre-cum off the tip first with her tongue, she then parted her lips and let my cock slide into her warm moist mouth. "OHHHH, Ah, that feels so good, Phyllis, suck me." I moaned as I watched her head bob up and down. Phyllis was a good cocksucker and she enjoyed giving pleasure with her mouth. Dave turned the dome light on as we approached a 18-wheeler, as we pulled along the cab he slowed so the driver could look down and see his wife sucking my cock. The driver acknowledged the visual treat with a sound of his air horn. Phyllis raised up and waved to him as Dave sped off down the road. "Ok, Phyllis, get on with it...” Dave coaxed. “Are you sure, Dave, we won't get caught or in trouble?" Phyllis asked, as she momentarily pulled her mouth off my cock. "Don't worry, DO IT!" Dave shouted. Phyllis raised up from my lap and smiling sweetly, she quickly pulled her skirt up around her waist, she kicked her shoes off and slipped her panties off. Before I knew it, she swung her leg over my lap. Now she sat straddling me, her cunt was sopping wet. I could feel her wetness soaking my leg. Then she reached down and pulled her blouse up over her head and reaching behind her back, unfastened her bra, exposing her tits to any passing drivers who happened to look over. Reaching down she grabbed my hard cock, and guided it to her waiting fuck hole. Once she had it in position she impaled herself on it with a loud deep moan of delight. I grabbed her ass with both hands and our mouths meet again in passionate embrace. Then I ran my hands up along her body till I hand two hands full of tit. As I squeezed them she arched her back, and moaned in pleasure as she sat impaled on my pole. My hands then slowly moved down her side till I reached her hips, then I turned my hands so my fingers could gently caress her short pubic hairs. Light began to fill the interior of the car as a car began to approach us, and as he was about to over take us Phyllis quickly threw her body against mine, burying her face into my neck. Dave shook his head and said, "come on, Phyllis, put on a show." Phyllis placed her hands on my shoulders and straighten her arms. Slowly, she began grinding her hips, causing her cunt lube to saturate my pubic hair and balls. Her eyes began to close, her back began to arch again, and her mouth was slightly opened with her tongue firmly pressed against her upper front teeth. Without rising up on my cock she began her characteristic hip thrusting, slow at first, but as the car began to fill with lights again she thrusted her hips harder and harder. The car past us, then it slowed and the two young men inside watched as Phyllis wildly fucked me as we rode down the highway. As more traffic approach they honked and waved, Phyllis looked over at them and smiled appreciatively as they speed off. She hugged me again, covering her tits; the next car appeared to have children in it. As her hips continue to grind the pungent aroma of her cunt wafted through the car and the slouching of her cunt lube was loud and nasty sounding as she thrusted her hips into me. Several more cars past, giving her additional opportunities to put on show. After a few more cars she lost all sense of inhibition. Phyllis fucked my cock like a wild woman. Cars past us honking their horns and flashing their lights. She especially, liked it when a car would stay along side us, watching. After twenty minutes or so we exited the interstate down along a deserted county road. Dave found a spot to pull over. "Ok, you to, out!" Dave instructed. I opened the Door and Phyllis carefully disconnected her cunt from my cock and stepped out of the car. Removing my pants I got out of the car and walked over to her. She unfasten her skirt and let it drop, exposing her tight little ass to the moonlight. Walking up behind her, I leaned her over the side of the car so I could enter her from behind. Dave saw what I was about to do and he encouraged my plan. "That's right, Larry, fuck her like a bitch!" Oh, was she ever-sloppy wet. Her gash was dripping, and her body quivered as I positioned my cock. "Fuck me, Larry, fuck me like a bitch! Fuck me hard.... Fill my cunt with your cum." She demanded. With my first thrust I filled her cunt balls deep, the tip of my cock firmly pressing into her womb. As I filled her fuck hole, I pushed her naked body across the hood of the car. "Oh, the car hood is so hot against my tits!" She exclaimed. As I thrusted into her she gradually rode up the side of he car till just the tips of her toes tangled in the dirt. "Fuck me, Larry, fuck me like a bitch! Oh! Yeah...YEAH, FUCK ME FUCK ME.... breed me... breed me!!" Phyllis was wild with, carnal passion. As she approached her climax she always would moan, and cry out, "breed me, breed me." The thought of sperm invading her womb, and maybe impregnating her, excited her and made her orgasm stronger. I slammed up into her and pegged my throbbing cock against her womb. This caused her to moan all the more, loudly. I looked over at Dave and he was stroking his cock. From the moonlight I could see his pre-cum hanging from the tip of his cock in a long thick string. "Go ahead, Larry, breed my bitch, breed her for me!" Dave groaned as his eyes fixated on his climaxing wife as I humped her hard filling the night air with the slapping sound of my body against her writhing ass. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP... Then she let out a loud orgasmic scream of pleasure. Her cunt spasmed around my invading cock as she came. Holding her hips tightly, I pushed my cock deeply into her and I filled her full of sperm. As millions of sperm shot into her womb I had my own orgasmic release. I leaned against her, forcing her tits back down to the hood of the car. As I lay there, kissing her neck, I slowly ground my hips into her ass coaxing every last orgasmic tingle my cock would give me, before I softened and slid from her cum filled cunt. As we laid there in a post orgasmic glow, Dave nudged me aside. He stood behind his wife, his hand inspecting the cum I deposited into her cunt. "Larry, you filled her full, didn't you." Dave rhetorically declared, as he pulled his cum coated fingers from her sloppy fuck hole. He offered the gooey substance to Phyllis, and she licked them clean. Then he positioned himself so he could enjoy the delights of sloppy seconds. Dave wasn't as big as I was, but his cock had an unusual bend in it. Kind of like a G-spot vibrator. So what he lacked in size, he made up for in shape. Phyllis moaned in renewed pleasure as her husband entered her. Dave slid his cock in her sloppy cunt, firmly pressing up against her ass. "I feel your cum caressing my cock, Larry, feels real hot and nasty in there. Dave explained as he ground his hips on Phyllis’ ass. Phyllis raised up slightly and turning her head to see, she asked if she could suck my cock while Dave fucked her. Quickly, I jumped up and sat on the hood of the car. Dave still holding his cock firmly into Phyllis’ cunt pulled her off the car and placed her between my legs. Phyllis took my cock in her hands and guided the soft sticky organ into her mouth as Dave continued fucking her. Dave normally could fuck for twenty or thirty minuets, but tonight he filled her cunt with his load of sperm in about two minutes. Phyllis turned about, knelt in front of her husband and licked his cock clean of our combined juices. After dressing we drove back to town and their motel room where we continued our threesome pleasures. This story is based on a real life experience I had years ago. I remember it fondly. I would like to hear from other men and women who have had similar semi-public sexual experiences.