2 comments/ 43015 views/ 13 favorites Side of the Road By: jessieXXX27 I was driving home after Christmas by myself this year. I'm from the Bay Area and go to college in Los Angeles. On the long drive down the 101 I was nervous something would happen with my car--I am terrible with cars. I usually just get my dad or boyfriend to fix it, but if something happened out on the road by myself I don't know what I would do. Suddenly I heard a popping noise and felt a weird bump on the right side of my car. Yep, I had a flat tire. I knew something like that would happen! And I had a paper to write when I got back to my dorm so it's not like I had all the time in the world. I pulled over and got out of the car to see how bad it was. Of course I never bothered to learn how to fix a flat. It was hot outside, I put my long brown hair in a loose ponytail and felt sweat start to drip down my neck. Luckily I was wearing a short skirt, at least my legs were cool. I notice a few houses nearby, and a rickety looking barn. maybe there would be someone over there who could help me? I walked over and called out "Helloo?" I went up to a door and knocked "Hel---" "---Who's there?" And gruff looking older guy answered the door, wearing a flannel shirt and worn jeans. Behind him were a couple of his buddies sitting and drinking beer. The must work the farms around here, I thought. "Um hi, I'm Jessie. Um my car has a flat tire, do you think one of you could help me fix it?" The man standing at the door looked me up and down. It made me feel uncomfortable, but what else was I supposed to do? "Well sure Jessie," he said, "That would be no problem." He and the other three guys walked me out to my car and I showed them the tire. "Okay," the man said,"George over here can fix that right up for you. Meanwhile why don't you come inside and have a nice glass of cold water?" "Oh that's okay," I said, "I can just wait out here and help." It had to be almost 100 degrees outside and I was parched, but I knew it was not smart to go hang out with a bunch of older men I had never met before on a farm on the side of a highway. Definitely not smart. "Darlin' come on, you'll get roasted out here! This could take a while, just come sit in the shade." "Well okay" I said. I followed them towards the house next to the barn. When I walked in, one of them offered me a glass of water and I gladly accepted. I heard the door shut behind me but didn't think much of it. As I sipped the water, the three men started walking towards me. I suddenly became extremely uncomfortable, and headed towards the door without thinking. The gruff guy in the flannel stepped in front of the door, and the second I began to panic the other two men grabbed my arms and legs and lifted me off the ground. I yelped and tried to get away but there was no point in trying t move my arms and legs. "Now darlin'" the guy said, "why don't we try to have a bit of harmless fun while we wait for that car of yours? No one will hurt you, we just want to give you a bit of pleasure, is all." Then he walked up and the two men spread my legs, still holding me up. The man slipped his finger under my panties and started touching my slit. he stuck his finger in and I let out a gasp. Then the other men started groping my my breasts. I was scared, having their big rough hands on me suddenly started to turn me on despite myself. I still struggled to get away, but they forced me onto the bed in the corner of the room. the two men restrained my arms and legs on either side of me. They were somehow so big that they could restrain me while also titilating my skin and touching my breasts. My nipples grew hard and they pulled them out over my bra. I felt hot tongues on both of my perky tits and I could help but let out a sign of pleasure. Shit, I thought, I'm starting to get wet. didn't want them to know I was liking it, it would only make things worse. The truth is though, I had always had a fantasy of being ravaged by an older man. Boys my age were okay, but when I touched myself I always thought of someone much older and more experienced. The man in the flannel pulled my panties off and parted my legs. "Oooohhhh" he said, seeing my wet pussy. My clit was throbbing, I wanted him to touch it so bad, but I was scared too. I flinched as he came closer. "Please" I said, "Please don't..." "Please don't what? You don't want me to stick my hard throbbing cock in that pink little pussy of yours?" "Please no!" I said. He unzipped his pants. The other men still held me down. I pussy was wet and exposed, ready for the taking. He slowly took his dick out. My eyes grew wider when I saw it. I had never, ever had a cock that big inside of me. I didn't even think it would fit. I thought he was about to penetrate me, but instead he came over and put his dick right in my mouth. "Uhn yeah, you like that you little slut? Take me in, darlin" I gasped for air and took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I gagged but he didn't care. One of the other guys started fondling my clit while I took the thickness in my mouth. The other men whipped their dick out and started touching themselves. Then I knew it was time. The man took off his flannel shirt and climbed on top of me. He opened my legs so wide, and grabbed at my body all over. Then suddenly he thrust inside of my. It was so big it hurt, and I let out a loud moan. He started pumping inside of me and it felt better and better. "I'm fuckin you darlin'. Ahhhh yeah, fuck you're so tight." "Oh god daddy," I found myself screaming. "Fuck daddy, fuck me, yeah oh god you're so big." "yeah, you want daddy to come inside your pussy?" "yes daddy, I'm coming too, oh god daddy" He bit my nipples and thrust so fast and hard. He held my legs down and fucked me violently and I loved it. When he came, I did too. "Yeeesssss" I screamed. Then the other two men came over and kept touching themselves. The man pulled out a big vibrator and started fucking me with it. The men came all over my tits, watching the vibrator come in and out of me. Just them the 4th man walked into the room. "You car is all done, miss." I guess it was time to go back to college, but I was definitely going back a changed girl. Side of the Road Disclaimer- I am a cisgender woman and my partner is a pre-op transgender woman. This story is partially fabricated. No minors are involved. ***** We're driving together on a country highway along the river, one of our favorite places to camp or watch the stars. It's a cool but somewhat sunny evening, so I'm dressed in a light skirt and tank top. You're wearing shorts and a low cut blouse, your breasts full and round beneath the white cloth. I can see their outline, and my hand inches up your leg as you drive. I'm usually a little more than just turned on by you; I'm enamored of your body, and I'm always tracing my fingers over your skin. Today, I'm doing more than that. We're both fully aware of the building sexual tension in the air- this isn't the first time I've done sexual things with my girlfriend on the highway or in public, but this time, we came out here for just that. My nipples have hardened through my shirt, not only with excitement but also with a little chill through the car window. "Good," I think. "I'll be too warm soon enough." Thoughts of your body against mine, sweat glistening along your chest and the feeling of your arms around me enter my head, and I feel a jolt in the bottom of my stomach. It's a good jolt, and my fingers slowly make their way to your pants zipper. "No rush, no rush," I think. I like being a tease. The blue and white crisscross pattern on your shorts runs up to your hips, and my hand follows. You reach over the gearshift to the radio, and flick it off. As your hand returns to the wheel, my right hand instinctively goes to your left hip, and with that I am twisted against my seatbelt. The strap is pressing against my throat in the cool silence of the car. Your skin brushes against mine and goose-bumps run up your arms, the blonde hairs standing up in the sunlight. The car doesn't waver on the road; your foot stays in place against the gas pedal. I trust you entirely, and I move towards you to nuzzle against your neck, giving soft kisses, my lips caressing your muscles and tendons. These are not desperate, sloppy kisses like I make when I am in passionate moments with you. These are gentle and carefully placed, slowly teasing you and turning you on. My right hand gets tired at its particular angle, and I turn it over to rest against your crotch, pushing and rubbing through your shorts. You're a little excited, and I'm practically dripping through my underwear. I'd satisfy myself with your body now if I could, but I love to savor my thirst for you, and you're fun to tease. I use my index fingers to fiddle with your zipper, slowly inching it down and unbuttoning your shorts, but not opening them. I haven't stopped kissing you yet, but by now I've trailed down from your neck to your collarbone, and I continue. I'm leaving wet love bites over your chest as I move down, trying to avoid bumping into your arm on the wheel. You move it back and then over me, and I am forced to lean down further. Your blouse is soft against my face as I press against you, and I pull it up to leave a few small kisses in the area below your breasts. My breath is hot on your skin. I lift my hand and trail a finger as gently as possible across your stomach and to your navel, and then I'm pulling your shorts and undergarments down enough to grant me access to your hips. My hands go straight to your hips- this is one of my favorite features on women. I pull you slightly forward, but you resist- you are driving, after all. I don't try again; instead, I reach back and unbuckle my own seatbelt. You're hard now, and I want- no, need- to give you pleasure. My body tingles and aches for yours, and I pull the edges of your shorts down, revealing your penis. My hands are shaking and my body is practically horizontal. I sneak a peak, popping my head up between your arms, and the road ahead is empty. I break the silence awkwardly, perhaps disturbing the sensuality of the moment: "Warn me. If anyone comes, I mean." You nod, biting your lip, focused on the road. Back in the moment, I let the tip of my tongue run along the base of your penis, and it quivers slightly. From my right eye, I can see your right foot on the gas and your left foot resting next to the clutch. I look back down and give you my attention, placing my lips, slightly open, against the back of the head or your erection, licking you through the barrier created by my mouth. I tease you like this- light, wet touches, barely brushing my lips against you, running up and down your shaft and sometimes over the head. I can feel your arm on my back, holding the steering wheel and resting lightly on me. After what I'm sure must have been eternity for you, I stretch my tongue over the side of the head and draw it upwards, and I receive a sigh from you in return. Your moan is sensual and animalistic. I don't feel so much like I'm in a car speeding down the highway. I am alone with your body, fixated on your experience. I live for your sighs, like this, and I realize my left hand is gripping the seat tightly. Your hands are gripping the wheel in the same way, hungry for more and excited by the location of our naughty adventure, not to mention my tongue arching over the most sensitive part of your body. My thoughts do not wander- my mind is swirling with veins, and throbbing, and licking; I can feel my clitoris swelling between my leg and the seat. As I run a finger down to the base of your penis and down to your perenium, I feel your thighs clench and relax. I put my mouth over the head of your penis and run my tongue over it, back and forth. I sense your increasing excitement and add suction to my motions, rubbing the edges and inside of my lips against the corona, twisting my head a little. And then, with no warning, I remove my mouth entirely to look up at you. A string of saliva pulls from the tip to my mouth and then falls to my chin. My hair is falling in my eyes but I don't care. You glance down, but your eyes go back to the road almost instantly. A confused look crosses your face, followed by one of slight disappointment. You open your mouth to speak, but my mouth was open before yours, and I fill it with you, pushing all of the way back and practically into my throat. My eyes are watering with the effort, but I don't gag and I wrap my tongue and then lips around you and slowly drag them back up. I know what your expression is without seeing it, and I'm not sure how you can continue driving so perfectly. Your knees tremble, and I close my eyes, going back down. The tip brushes the back of my tongue again, and I gag slightly. My head is moving back up again, my tongue flicking back and forth across the shaft and then the head as I slowly angle my head to back to see your expression. It's one of intense concentration. You won't look away from the road, because if you do, you're sure to forget its presence. I swirl my tongue around a little more, and your jaw clenches. You manage to choke out a word. "Stop," I can barely hear you say. I stop. Your hand goes to the gearshift, the blinker already on, and then we're parked on the side of the road, and you're pulling me towards you. I'm fumbling with my skirt, trying to pull it aside, as I clamber atop you in broad daylight. You've reached back, and the seat is now reclined as far back as possible. Your hips look particularly enticing in this position. This is the only privacy we have as I'm positioning myself above your straining erection. It's pressing against my underwear, and I'm sure we're sharing fluids through the thin cotton. It's chilly, but my heart is racing, and sweat drips between my breasts inside my bra. I pull aside the fabric of my panties and my labia makes contact with you. I shiver and brace myself with my thighs to push you inside of me. You are perfectly aligned with my body, and for an instant I feel the rush of the open windows and the possibility of being seen before I press my body down and you penetrate me, pushing deep inside. I grit my teeth and groan through them, utter pleasure encompassing my body as I join in with yours. Your mouth has fallen open, and I think my eyes may have rolled back in my head, but I'm not entirely capable of the thought required to notice. I take a moment to relax, and then slowly pull my hips forward. Your hands move to grasp my thighs, inattentive to how tightly you're holding me. I shove my hips back down as far as possible and you are shoved of the way inside of me, pressing against my cervix and every bit of my vagina, filling me up. I move again, grinding my pubic bone against yours, stimulating even my clitoris with your body. Another groan escapes my clenched teeth, but I am unaware of the primal sounds I am making. I'm pressing my body against yours now, my arms around you as I move back and forth, fully clothed atop you. Your breath is coming fast, and I'm having trouble not holding mine. I'm gasping, and breathing, and moaning. Your mouth is having trouble staying closed, and your hands are still gripping my thighs, but the slight pain is only adding to my pleasure. We've been doing this for a while, frenziedly fucking in the front seat of your car, moving up and down against each other, when we hear the sound of another engine in the distance. You reach up, a little panicked, pulling my body closer to yours. We are almost out of sight of any other cars, but I'm not certain of this, so we lay, frozen in the moment, entangled in each other, entirely consummate in our sloppy and passionate form. If I wasn't so hungry for you, desperate to move my body so I could feel you pushing and pulsing and rubbing inside of me, I would have been more observant of how statuesque we looked, lying there in the car in that stunning moment. Your face is captured in my mind like this, mouth open, focused and yearning for more of me. I feel your warm breath against my face and our eyes make contact like fireworks. The car is still passing us when I decide I can't control myself anymore- hardly moving, I tighten my vaginal muscles around you and stare deep in your eyes. The unexpected pressure and the adrenaline you're your eyes widen, but you don't look away. You grab me tighter, and in the tension of the moment I know that you're trying not to cum. I relax and then tighten again, my muscles tingling with desire, and the car finally passes us. Immediately I pushed my body up and away from yours, pulling your penis from inside of me where it stands, pointed up at me as I was poised above you. I turn around, placing my body over yours, and ever so slowly sink back down over you with my mouth, running my tongue over every millimeter, tasting the juices I had left only seconds before. Your mouth suddenly begins tugging at my labia, pulling and sucking, and I moan with the shiver that runs up my spine. My mouth is vibrating against you as we both taste the same thing. Your tongue flicks upwards to pleasure me, rubbing in and out of my clit and vaginal opening, but the taste of my own wetness is driving me so wild and I'm longing to get your engorged cock back inside of my aching pussy. I turn back around and, reaching back, push you roughly back inside of me, my eyes definitely rolling back in my head this time. I missed your reaction, being caught up in the feeling, but I can feel you push your hips upward to meet mine, and the rest was almost instantly orgasmic bliss for me. I feel, not hear, the guttural noises coming from my throat, and my urethra is twitching against my pulsing labia and clitoris, urging me to grind against you greedily, reaching for your orgasm to join mine. I'm silently begging the feeling to pulse through my body forever, and I can't stop moving violently against you. I know you're watching me as the orgasm shakes my body and controls me, and it only makes me feel hotter. I forget the existence of everything else and I feel the tip of your cock inside of me, spurring me on, and the tidal waves of shock and pleasure and need continue for what seems like an eternity. As I am returning, slowly spiraling back to earth from my lustful bliss, I lean down, my hands on either side of your head, look into your eyes and get to watch as the same earthquake hits you, your lips tightening and your eyes staring back. You grab my hips, thrusting even deeper inside me, once, twice, and then three times, your cock bursting and spurting threads of heat deep inside of me. I feel the throbbing, shuddering movements you're unintentionally making and my orgasm fades, leaving behind trembling jolts as I watch your face and I think I can feel your cum coating my vagina in jets. My body pulses again, my vagina tightening again as another, smaller wave or orgasm hits me and I scream from the back of my throat, my voice echoing outside of the car window. We come down together, floating on clouds, my body collapsed atop yours. Your muscles relax against me, and mine stop pulsating. You stay inside me, holding me in the now setting sun as we enjoy the after affects of the orgasm we shared, smiling at each other, not speaking. After a few minutes, we collect our wits and return to normal in our seats. A few words are shared, here and there, buckling seatbelts and getting situated. My hair is a mess, but I leave it as we drive home. You are so beautiful in the drivers seat next to me.