1 comments/ 60509 views/ 4 favorites Road Rules By: nust8ofmind The feeling came over James as it usually did on long trips. He needed a release and knew Lauren was hundreds of miles down the road. He regretted not having her come to the southern literature conference with him. At times like this - on the road with an itch in his pants - Lauren was more than happy to help him out by wrapping those full lips of hers around his cock and sucking him dry. He was lucky to have found her. She was wet and ready most of the time, and always eager to please him - so long as she was pleased in return later. But she was finishing up her degree this year, and she really couldn't blow off Professor Howard's class to travel to New Orleans. He'd been a real jerk so far this semester and she was concerned he'd fail her if she didn't make every class. Still, it was really too bad Lauren could not have come on the trip. The conference had been scheduled, conveniently, in late February, when the Mardi Gras season was just starting to swing. Fat Tuesday was next week, but the revelers had already started to show. And show they did. James had seen more tits and ass in the past two days than he had at all the swinger parties he and Lauren had been to in the past year. Big tits, little tits, puffy nipples and the big saucer shaped ones. They'd all been on display for a few plastic beads. Some were giving kisses or nipple licks for beads. Others, usually the really drunk ones, were even sucking cock in alleys for the large, ornate beads. James had picked up a few of the more expensive beads after getting to town, and had caught a few during one of the early parades. But he had earned most of them by showing his cock for a few ladies on the street. They'd rewarded him handsomely with beads and more than a few offers to go back to his room. But he had Lauren, and while they had an open relationship, they had agreed to fuck new people only with the other's permission. Now James was paying the price for that rule. The thoughts of all of those women eager to please and show their wares was getting to him on the drive home. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Trying to think of something else just didn't work. If he tried to think about work, he remembered all of the barely legal girls he'd bedded as a senior English teacher – imagining them on Bourbon Street, flashing for beads. Trying to think about home, he just saw Lauren's heavenly double-D breasts staring back at him. She would have done great on Bourbon Street. The guys down there would have gone nuts, and he might have even allowed her to earn some of the big beads if she had wanted to. Hell, he couldn't even think about baseball, because he just imagined a woman he'd seen online with a bat shoved deep inside her, moaning from the agony and the ecstasy of it all. There was no getting around it. He had to cum. And so, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock through the hole. Half-hard and growing by the second, he began to stroke it as he drove. The sky had taken on the reddish hue of dusk and there were few cars on the narrow four-lane road – mainly big trucks – so he felt reasonably low-key, even though anyone who passed could surely tell what he was doing. There were a number of benefits to having an 11-inch cock, but subtlety was not one of them. When he was jerking off, it was hard to hide. Sitting in the driver's seat, his now fully-erect cock stood to the center of the steering wheel. Pre-cum had begun to drip from the head, and it added lubrication to the equation, increasing the pleasure of his movements near the head. Pussy is great, but for fast release, James knew you couldn't beat beating yourself. He could feel the orgasm coming and he began to beat harder and faster, concentrating on the underside of his head. He'd learned long ago that the space just below the mushroom cap was the most sensitive spot on his cock – a fact that Lauren always took advantage of. Struggling to stay between the lines, James slid his hand feverishly up and down his cock. He imagined that Lauren was doing it, then for a change of pace thought of one of his former students, Alexa riding his cock – while the woman with the baseball bat sat in a corner and watched while Lauren licked her tits. Mental imagery overload took hold and the white-hot pleasure of his orgasm caused him to close his eyes for what seemed like only a second. But when he opened them again, he was straddling the shoulder line. He swung back onto the road, narrowly missing a nearby billboard on the roadside. James's cum had exploded into the air, landing with a plop on his shirt and pants. He hadn't really taken that into account, considering that whenever he had cum while driving before, he'd always had a woman sucking his cock and catching his cum. James decided to pull over and change once his cock had softened. He didn't fancy riding the rest of the way home covered in cum, and there was still a long way to go. Road Rules Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events that follow is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to LadyCibelle for her editing to make this a better story. * The first day I met the others at the starting point. There were just six of us and we came from all over the country. Donnel was a 23 year old, heavyweight black man with a great sense of humor and an equally great appetite. Sean was a 22 year old Italian American who was rather moody but athletic. Mary Beth was a 21 year old college student with long brown hair and better looks than most high fashion models. Brittany was a 20 year old with short blonde hair and attractive face marked with acne. Traci was a 21 year old African-American who was rather quiet and exuded intelligence. And then there was me. I was a 19 year old from a growing Atlanta suburb. I had just finished my freshman year in a Florida college and was still trying to decide what I wanted to be. I had done pretty well in school, making the Dean's List both semesters but had no illusions that things wouldn't get progressively harder. So, the eight weeks of being on Road Rules was a welcome break from school, a chance to make some new, diverse friends, and hopefully time to reflect on my life's direction. I told them to call me Nathan or Nate. The first order of business was to pick up our motor home, which would be our only shelter for the life of the project. It was not huge but, at least, it turned out to be large enough to sleep six without having to convert the eating booth, which could be used in a pinch. Donnel elbowed everybody out of the way and claimed the lower single side bunk. Sean took the upper single side berth. Mary Beth and Brittany had dibs on the double bunk above the front seats. That left the double bunk in back so I walked back and lay down, deciding quickly that I had the best option. I had forgotten about Traci until she walked in and lay down beside me, asking "Do you mind if I sleep with you?" "Not at all" I said sincerely. We all spent a few minutes stowing our baggage near our selected bunks. Our initial message from the director said that we would have three days to get used to the RV and sample life on the California beach before we got our first direction. We decided to take a dip in the surf which was only a couple of football fields from where the RV was parked. We all changed to swimsuits and I got my first surprise: with only the outer door being closed, everyone changed without being concerned about privacy. Traci stripped naked in front of me and fumbled with her bikini, which was in a tangle that she had not bothered to correct before she undressed. Not to be outdone, I skimmed out of my clothes and pulled over my trunks but she stopped me by asking for my help in untangling her bikini. Naked as jays, we huddled together and worked on the little strings. When I got a hard-on, Traci giggled but said that it was pretty good sized. As I got her strings undone, she reached for the little garment but her left hand grasped my tool and squeezed it for a few moments. I cupped a handful of her ass but then someone called and we hastily got dressed. However the bulge in my trunks didn't leave a lot to the imagination and all the others commented about it and laughed. Traci said that they were just jealous. The ocean was cool and warm at the same time, giving an overall fantastic feeling. We cavorted playfully and aimlessly for a while. However knowing how this game was usually played, I decided to find out as much as I could about the other players. Sitting in waist-deep water, I bounced over to where Brittany was and asked if I could talk to her. She came over and got in my face, splashing water at me playfully. For a while we just played with each other and then I began to ask questions about her background. I found out that she was from a large family, her hometown was a small Kentucky place, her high school class graduated 119 seniors, college, and she was a cheerleader and in both the FFA and FHA groups, even the fact that she had no current boyfriend although she had several exes. As time progressed Brittany was sitting on my folded-up legs, her hot lithe body pressed up against mine. Even though I had encountered a number of sexually uninhibited girls during the last college year, I still had not gotten used to girls who dealt with guys as if sex was a non-issue, okay if they did, okay if they didn't. Brittany seemed to be one of those and she could not have sat where she did without knowing that she was having a dramatic effect on my libido ... my cock was trying to punch her in the ass. Without breaking off the recitation of her ex-boyfriends and why they had become exes, she pulled my cock through the loose leg of my trunks, pushed the crotch of her bikini panties to one side and sat back on my tool, letting it be swallowed by her cunt. It was such a matter-of-fact move that it was done before I even thought about the impact it might have on the team dynamic. I looked around but the other four were chasing a ball in the surf and no one was paying any attention to us. Brittany didn't try to fuck me really, just sat on my shaft and the wave action caused her to ride gently up and down. As our conversation lagged, I felt the pressure in my balls build and suddenly I was spurting cum into Brittany's cunt. After I'd finished cumming, she gave me a little wink and eased off my lap, pulling our suits back into place. I said "I'm sorry." "What for? I thought you liked it." "I loved it. I'm sorry I didn't help you get off." "Oh, honey, you did. I'm pretty good at hiding my orgasms. I had three while your thang was in me. We've got to do it again sometime real soon," she said in her Kentucky drawl. She bent over and gave me a peck on the cheek, probably to keep from raising suspicion from other members. We rejoined the group and played with a beach ball for a while until I got Mary Beth off to one side and began to ask her the same questions. She was cooperative but was very careful to keep distance between us. That was unfortunate because I thought she was the sexiest and most beautiful woman I had the opportunity to meet. Still she was nice enough to talk to and provided a good sketch of her life. She was from a suburb of Tampa, her only family member was her mother, her graduating class in high school was large and impersonal. She was a member of a dance corps but it was not associated with school. She'd had a couple of boyfriends but didn't feel like she was very good at dealing with men, which was something she hoped to improve during our project. When it got dark, we walked back to the RV and fixed some dinner, which we ate outside watching the sun set across the water. We sat and talked for several hours before heading inside to go to bed. Donnel was the first in bed and he was snoring rather loudly by the time anyone else went inside. Sean and I went in about the same time while the girls stayed out to talk a little longer. I got into my sleeping shorts and climbed under the sheet and was nearly out when Traci came in and crawled under the sheet. She moved over onto her side facing away from me but scooted back so that we were touching. I was very surprised to find that she was naked. She whispered over her shoulder, "I sleep in the nude all the time. I hope you don't mind." "No, that's okay," I replied. "Then what's that poking my booty?" she asked. I was embarrassed that at our first touch, my cock had begun to grow and was now straining against my shorts to get out. Traci turned so that her face was next to my ear and said "I think you'd be a lot more comfortable if you got out of those shorts." Her hands tugged them down as I lifted my bottom and then my legs. Again she whispered in my ear "I'm going to turn over again. If you want to, put that in and we'll have a little fun 'til it goes down. Just don't get to rocking too hard." She turned over and pushed back until we were spooned together. With her head lying on my bottom arm, she pulled the other over her and brought my hands up so that they were cupping her shapely tits. My dong took another leap of faith and began to quest for a home between her buttocks. When she raised her legs slightly, the head of my probe settled at her cunt opening and an almost imperceptible push put it inside. With a little wiggling from both of us, my whole boner was soon inside her. She felt great! The sensations from my cock were of a velvet reception, warm, welcome, slick, and wonderful. Her cunt enveloped my shaft like a kid glove, tight without being constricting. Her buttocks against my crotch were smooth, round, hard yet soft at the same time. She started to move, not a big movement but just little "standing in the same place" kind of moves, her ass seeming to move in circles. I kneaded her titties, squeezing and pulling on her nipples and the sigh she made silently seemed to approve. Then, when I moved a hand down her side and into her valley to touch her clit, which was standing up almost like her nipples, the sigh was longer, more uncontrolled. Even so I don't think she made any noise, nor did the bed move and I did not think the RV was shaking with our movements. Still I knew she approved of my touching her clit the same as she knew I loved the way her pussy felt around my penis. And when she dropped a hand between us and cupped my balls, I gave her an extra squeeze of approval. Over her shoulder, she whispered that we had to go slow to keep from rocking the RV so I was very careful not to start pumping her pussy. We didn't have a clock near the bed but I guessed that we were at it for ten to fifteen minutes when she stiffened, her head jerked three times and her whole body shook as she climaxed. Right then I wanted to pound her ass until I shot my load into her but I knew we couldn't do that so I let her relax and begin her movements again. Again, a number of minutes passed before she stiffened once more, her head jerking back and up violently and the shaking started anew. The next time, it was me that started cumming, spraying her pussy with my hot sperm. That seemed to trigger her third climax, just as violent as the others but, when it was over, my cock deflated and slid out of her and we both sighed and drifted off to sleep. In the morning when I woke up, I was in the same position but Traci had turned over in the night and scooted down in the bed. She was pressed up against me so that I could feel her tits pressing against my abdomen. Her head was lying on my stomach and one arm was over my hip and her fingers were touching my ass. It was a rather sexy position to be in and I grew erect rather quickly. I had been that way just a few minutes, afraid to move lest I wake her, when she stretched and turned over, moving up in the bed in the process. I thought she was still asleep but then her butt pushed into my crotch and with one hand she spread her buttocks. I aimed my dong at her exposed pussy and pressed forward, watching the head of my cock disappear inside her. When I hesitated, Traci bowed her back, causing her bottom to back into my crotch and sending my shaft completely inside her. Just as the night before, she began to rock her bottom gently and the sensations of her pussy around my cock came flooding back to me. I cupped her hooters and kneaded them for several minutes. Her hand again worked its way between us and she cupped my balls and her fingers played with their contours. I slid my fingers down and into her crevice, teasing her clit until, like the previous night, she came three times by the time I unloaded my balls into her belly. After a couple of minutes, Traci turned over and snuggled up to my length. She looked in my eyes and whispered, "I'll make you a deal, sugar. As long as we're both on the team and sleeping together, you can put that thing in me any time you get hard. I won't mind. Just do it. Okay?" I nodded my agreement. That was a great arrangement for me. We dressed and went outside, since none of the others were up. However we'd only been sitting in the lawn chairs for a few minutes when Sean stumbled out, not quite awake. Probably fifteen minutes later, the other two girls came out giggling but it was another hour before Donnel came out complaining about how early it was. We rented bicycles and started a leisurely tour of a few miles of the coast area by mid-morning. I managed to talk to Sean enough as we rode to get my personal bio questions answered and then I did the same with Donnel at a couple of rest stops. In the afternoon, I rode beside Traci and got her to tell me about herself, completing the cycle. I hoped all the information would at least let me be a better teammate even if it didn't come up in some test. By early afternoon, Donnel was complaining of muscle cramps and a sore butt from the bicycle saddles so we turned around and headed back before we really wanted to, stopping at almost every wayside stand along the way so he could get something else to eat. Thus it was nearly sundown when we got back to the RV after turning in the bicycles. We had things in the RV for hotdogs so we built a little fire on the beach and roasted wieners and ate hot dogs for dinner, roasting marshmallows for desert, sang songs for a while and then told made-up ghost stories. It was a great evening. And it ended with a great fuck of Traci. The following morning we had instructions for our first 'event', which was to be an individual 'breaking the ice' event to see what we knew about each other. The reward to the winner was a check for $6,000. Suddenly everyone was trying to find out all the information I had gotten the last couple of days. Mid-afternoon a courier brought six moderate sized white boards and some markers. We sat around in a semi-circle facing the project host and hostess who read the questions. I guessed right on some of the questions of the other five, knew the correct answers on others, and got fifteen of the eighteen questions right. The next closest was Mary Beth with eight right so I got the check for $6,000. We also were informed that the next morning we would receive new instructions so we should enjoy the evening. I called the team together for a huddle and outlined a plan that everyone enthusiastically approved. While Brittany and I went down the boardwalk to a bank about five blocks away, Mary Beth and Sean made some calls and arranged for a limo to pick us up at six o'clock. At the same time, Donnel and Traci asked some locals for 'best restaurant' recommendations and made a call to get us reservations. Afterward they all asked questions of people on the beach about the best places to have some fun in the evening. My plan was that I would share my afternoon's winnings by paying for a first class evening before whatever the next day brought. By the time Brittany and I got back from cashing the check, it was after five o'clock so we had to rush through quick showers in the RV and dressing in some clothes we could go out in. The limo arrived right on time. As the BMOC for the day, I got to sit in the middle of the huge back seat with Mary Beth on my left, Traci on my right and Brittany directly in front of me. Sean and Donnel took the side jump seats. Sean found the bar and poured libations for everyone and a great evening got underway. I enjoyed the company of everybody although Donnel was a little ... strange to me, a little too uncouth, but he was funny and had jokes for every occasion. He even told dirty, sexy jokes but the girls seemed to love them, although I would have felt awkward telling them in mixed company. I felt like I had made friends with them all. Although Mary Beth was a little distant; I felt that way generally around women I considered beautiful and she was ... WOW! Friendly enough but she wasn't going to stand close enough to me to let something rub off, in spite of her position in the limo. We toured four different hot spots after dinner, drinking and dancing and having a good time. Brittany and Traci thanked me for the evening with long sensuous kisses and Brittany found an out-of-the-traffic spot where she gave me a great blow job while the others were occupied with sight-seeing. She would have made it even better but it was too hard for her to get out of her skin-tight jeans. It was after 2:30 when we crashed back at the RV and I was asleep a few seconds after I shot my load into Traci's all-too-willing cunt, accompanied by her usual three orgasms. In the morning I slaked my lust again by thrusting into Traci's hot pussy until my balls were empty and then we went outside for the fresh air and found our instructions. We were going on a sort of scavenger hunt that would take us through parts of ten states and approximately 3,000 miles in the next seven days. We had maps and clues to the first location. At that location, we would find instructions to the next checkpoint and so on until we reached the final stop. If we didn't make it within 168 hours of starting, we would have to vote to evict a member, who would be replaced by someone else. If we exceeded the speed limit at any time, we would receive time penalties that would add to our total time. I was not very happy with the other two guys on the team by the time we'd completed the first day's travel. We had decided that we needed to try to keep the RV rolling as much as possible so we would swap drivers every couple of hours. That would give everyone some rest time and everybody would take turns navigating too. However in reality Donnel and Sean sat at the table and played cards and ate the whole day, helping with neither the driving nor the navigating. When we stopped at our first destination, Donnel did at least join me and the girls in searching for the clue to the next stop but Sean didn't even get out of the RV ... he decided it was time for him to take a nap. By the third day, even the girls were ragging on him about his laziness so he reluctantly took a turn driving ... and in less than two hours, got us three separate time penalties for going over the speed limit. Everybody was so angry with him we were ready to toss him off the RV. After that we let him stay in his bunk the rest of the trip. We were making good time, having hit six caches with new instructions in the first six days and driven halfway to the final destination by sundown on the sixth day. We decided to stop at an RV park along the way and have a good night's sleep. Since I had napped late in the afternoon, I wasn't able to sleep as early as some of the others so everyone but Mary Beth and me were inside in their bunks sleeping. I was reading in a lawn chair beside a picnic table while Mary Beth was sitting on the bench of the table, occasionally asking questions or talking about the trip. Just her presence made it difficult for me to read but I kept trying, lest she see the fear I have of dealing with beautiful women. Finally she grew quiet and I became engrossed in my book. Then, when she asked, "Do you think I have a fat ass?" I was unprepared. I started, "Mary Beth, you do not have ... a fat ass. You've got the greatest figure I've ever seen," and by then I had looked up. She was on her hands and knees on the picnic table bench within arm's reach of where I sat. She had tossed her short skirt over her back and she was not wearing anything under it. Her bare round ass stood in sweet relief just inches from my face. And between her beautifully tanned legs was the inviting sight of her soft pussy lips covered with a light brown curly down. I couldn't help myself. I reached over and ran my hand lightly over her ass, feeling of each of the perfect globes of her buttocks. Then my fingertips trailed down the crack between them and over the soft flesh of her exposed pussy. Road Rules I said reverently, "Mary Beth, you have the most perfect ass I have ever seen. It is beautiful ... just like the rest of you." "Nathan, do you really think so?' "Yes, for sure!" "Well, you've never said so. You never let me know you liked me." "Mary Beth, I've been afraid of you since the first time I saw you." "Why?" "Because ... you might ... reject me and that makes me afraid ... to say anything that might ... make you think you wouldn't want to be with me. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid self-fulfilling prophesy, right?" Mary Beth scrambled from the bench and laid herself up my form. It was either cuddle with her or let her drop on the ground. I'm not dumb ... I chose to cuddle. I put my arms around her as her mouth sought mine and we kissed. My hands rubbed up and down and then cupped her beautiful round ass. My cock pressed up against her and she said, "I've been wondering if you were interested in making out with me." "Oh, baby! You just don't know how much." "Yeah? Well, me too. Let's do it." "Yes ... please." She said, "Got an idea. You sit straddling the bench, okay?" She got up and turned out the camp lantern, and I moved to the bench, kicking one leg over it. As I was settling down, she pulled my shorts down under my scrotum, revealing my whole package. Mary Beth turned and stepped over the bench the same way I had, facing away from me. She bent over, pushed back, captured my cock in her hand and guided it into her hot wet pussy as she sat down. She leaned back against me and said "Mmmmm, good!" I kissed the side of her face and her neck, nibbled at her ear and smelled her hair. My hands worked under her thin top and fondled her tits, which were not as big as Brittany's or Traci's but were still a good handful. She turned her head a little and whispered, "You can do this all night if you want to." "I'd love to," I responded, "but I don't think my third leg will let me stay like this as long as I'd like." I flexed that muscle, feeling my shaft wander around her inner chamber and then her muscles responded in kind. From the movement of the moon, I guessed that it was nearly an hour later when I made a move, letting one hand trail down over her stomach and into the valley of her pussy, finding her clit and teasing her into an orgasm, then a second and third before she slumped forward and I rose up and began pumping her pussy from behind, pounding my crotch against her wonderful ass. Just as I started spraying her love box with my sperm, she came once more. When we had rested a few minutes, Mary Beth got up to go in but first turned and said "Nathan, I hope this was just the first of many." Then she was gone. Ten minutes later I tried to get to bed quietly but Traci was waiting for me. As I climbed into bed, nude as usual, she turned when her ass pressed back into my crotch and whispered "I couldn't get to sleep. I need it, honey." She massaged my balls until my cock was hard and then guided it into her slick opening. I didn't get to sleep for another forty minutes. The next day we arrived under the time limit but within the allotted time. However the penalties that Sean accrued put us over the limit and meant that we had failed the mission. Therefore we had to vote a member off that night. Around the campfire, Sean pointed to Brittany and said he voted to evict her because of her attitude. One by one, every one else pointed to Sean and voted to evict him because of his attitude. He was given one minute to leave. A few minutes later a replacement member walked up. He introduced himself as Jeremy, a 21 year old Midwest college student. He turned out to be very engaging, very outgoing, and a good singer. He kept us entertained many hours through the coming weeks. For his first week on the team, he was exempt from eviction. Two days later we were given instructions to drive to a mountain cabin which was home to a climbing school. There we received our next mission, which was to climb from the 9,200 foot level to a spot over 12,000 feet high, in the process crossing crevasses on shaky aluminum ladders and rope bridges. We would rappel down an 1800 foot ice face into a fissure in the ice, traverse the fissure for 300 feet and then climb 200 feet through a natural bridge, a donut-shaped ice-covered rock formation. From there we would climb down roughly 1500 feet back to the starting point. If we did not all make it back by sundown, we would fail the mission. I was surprised that Mary Beth had manipulated things the last few days so that she and I could take some long walks by ourselves and each time she found a spot where she let me fuck her. I could easily have fallen in love with her and for sure I was in lust with her. I began to believe maybe it was the same with her. She opened her pussy for my use and I ate it thoroughly and fucked it just as thoroughly. Traci seemed to know what was happening between Mary Beth and I and it apparently did not sit well with her, even though I had seen her at various times screwing both Sean and Donnel. I knew also that Brittany had fucked both of the other guys although I did not know whether Mary Beth had or not. I really didn't want to know either. However, Traci began to bitch about not wanting to be on the team, wanting to go back home, being homesick for her family, and anything else that came to mind. She had gone from a very friendly person to one that got on every one's nerves and didn't seem to care. The only time she shut up was when she came to bed ... then she didn't seem to mind who was doing whom. We started the mission at daybreak, having consumed a breakfast of energy bars and juice. We had guides to show us where to go and how to get there but no one, not even team members, was allowed to help other team members. We were each outfitted with a pair of crampons for our feet and one ice axe. During the whole mission we were roped together for safety but there was a hundred feet of rope between team members so it was only a last ditch measure. The initial 3000 foot climb went well, although there were some shaky times on the two ladder bridges and the very unstable rope bridge but we made it without anyone falling off completely. The rappel was actually a series of steps where we used the crampons and axe to descend the first 1500 feet and then we made a series of four rappels of about 75 feet each to get into the fissure. Everyone made the traverse just fine until Donnel tried it and he nearly got stuck in some of the tighter spaces. He wasted quite a bit of time though trying to get through them. The climb out of the fissure to the natural bridge proved to be the biggest challenge. First Jeremy climbed up, managing to push and pull himself up with no real problems and once out of the fissure the climb was a snap. Having seen the way, Mary Beth and Brittany followed in succession, making it with no problems. Traci really struggled with the climb out of the fissure and nearly didn't make it but after lots of struggles finally pulled herself up and disappeared over the top. Donnel was next, leaving me to bring up the rear with still over an hour to complete the mission successfully. Over and over he thrust his axe into the overhead ice and moved up a few inches only to come back down a few seconds later. The hosts announced when we only had 30 minutes and he was still in the same position. He made one more attempt and failed and then spent the remainder of the time tuning out the exhortation of the team and just standing with his axe in the ice. Only when time was called and I could push from below and others pulled from above did we get Donnel out. It was a sad procession back to the RV. At the camp, Traci and I voted to evict Donnel for causing us to fail on the mission. However the others all voted to evict Traci for her change in attitude and lack of desire to be on the team. Sadly I bid farewell to my bedmate before she walked off the mountain. A few minutes later, a new member walked into the circle of light around the campfire. She was wearing low-rider jeans and a short tank top that left at least eight inches of bare midriff, including a very impressively shaped abdomen. It looked like if she inhaled, she just might be naked. She introduced herself as Dana, a 20 year old blonde Californian who was a junior at Berkeley. She hugged everyone and said she was happy to be part of the team. As it turned out, not everyone on the team was happy to see her. I was mildly surprised that, when Dana asked where to stow her things, Brittany showed her to the front overhead. When we went to bed later, Mary Beth had taken Traci's place in my bed. She came to bed in her underwear but we soon had it off her and were clenched in a tight embrace. For the first time, I fucked her in bed missionary style although the pace was exceeding slow to keep from rocking the RV. It took longer but we both got great satisfaction from it. Mary Beth even bit a hole in her lower lip when she came the fourth time. For two days, we went up the mountain for pleasure skiing and snow boarding. We had a great time, with lots of laughing and talking and teasing everyone. It was the first time to ski for both Donnel and Dana but we had enough experience to give them all the help they needed. There were enough side trips, both on the mountain and down at the warmer camp site, that there was all kinds of hanky-panky going on. Both Jeremy and I serviced all three of the girls but they complained that Donnel had a little dong and didn't really show much interest in sex anyway; they began to wonder if he was gay but he never said anything to Jeremy or me. Dana was a really hot little number with the biggest boobs of the group. The second day she was with us, she and I had skied ahead of the group and she executed a sharp U-turn in front of me, causing us to make contact and go tumbling down the hill a little way. We wound up sliding into a dry hole at the bottom of a big evergreen tree, completely out of sight of everyone and everything. Dana was laying across my body and she turned and first thing I knew we were lip-locked. Pulling a few Velcro tabs, her exposed pussy settled over my exposed erection and she rode me like a professional cowgirl. I worked my hands into her snowsuit and played with her ample tits while she rocked on my implement. The cold of the nearby snow did not affect my pleasure in the least as her velvety smooth cunt moved up and down my rock-hard flagpole until she had cum twice and I spilled my seed into her hot twat. My legs were still shaky as we skied down to the lodge without further incident. However I still thought Mary Beth's pussy was the best there was. The following morning we had instructions to travel to a spot in New Mexico to participate in solving a puzzle. Everyone was assigned a specific specialty and we were given a week to bone up on the specialties. My specialty was compass and map reading. Donnel was the riddle master, Brittany was the languages expert, Jeremy was the code breaker. Mary Beth and Dana had their unique assignments as well. We were fighting to solve the puzzle before a three hour time limit expired and each specialist had to solve his/her part without the help of any other team mates but all team mates had to follow the whole puzzle and cross the finish line together to complete the mission. We were given directions to the first clue, about 300 yards down the mountainside through some moderate undergrowth. There we found a board with six lines of instructions, one in each of the six languages Brittany was given to study. I thought she had spent a lot of time studying the books she had been given but she struggled with the clue, going from French to Spanish to German to Italian before feeling confident that the clue said "Down to Road and South." We took off through the underbrush heading downhill and about half a mile down found the service road. Checking my compass, we turned right to go south and followed the road a little over a mile before we found the next clue box where another road from above quartered into the service road. The clue had a list of words and two possible categories. Donnel, who had done absolutely no studying in the last week, studied the choices and picked one which sent us up to the RV to determine if it was the right choice. The RV was up the diagonal road almost two miles at a fairly steep grade. We tried to run but Donnel just couldn't keep up and the group had to keep stopping to let him catch up. It took us 45 minutes to cover the two miles only to find that Donnel had picked the wrong clue. We had to go back down the hill to pick the other clue, which then sent us in the opposite direction to the next station. By the time we crossed the finish line, we were more than an hour behind schedule because of Donnel's error and slow progress. At the campfire that evening, the five of us all voted to evict Donnel and he walked away, not really unhappy for being kicked off the team. We were joined in a few minutes by a tall lanky kid named Doyle, a 21 year old Texan who had just graduated from veterinary school at A&M. He had a wry sense of humor that made everything he said seem funny. He had us all laughing before he even sat down. When it came time to go to bed, Doyle asked the girls up front if it wouldn't be nice to break things up and let him sleep on the longer front overhead bunk, since he was taller. Jeremy agreed, asking Brittany to share his single side bunk. Dana said that she would like to stay in the overhead ... with Doyle. That changed the whole dynamic in the RV. With three couples sleeping together, nobody thought anything about the van rocking and it frequently did. Dana even managed to get on top of Doyle in the shallow confines of the overhead bunk. Most of the time Jeremy and Brittany screwed doggy style on their sides while I rode Mary Beth's saddle almost every night with the freedom to use any position we chose. It was agreed that twice a week for the rest of the mission, each of the girls would move to another bunk for a night. After the big puzzle fiasco, we had five days and nights to test the new arrangement before we had to move to a new venue. I felt some pangs of jealousy when Doyle or Jeremy were fucking Mary Beth but that didn't keep me from loving every second I was screwing Dana or Brittany. I loved fucking all three women and each of them had something that was a little unique about their love-making that made it special. I think I was the slowest fucker in the bunch because my partner and I were almost always the last to finish. The girls said I had more stamina than the other guys and because of that they all had one or two more orgasms with me than with the other guys and that was a plus. It sure kept me in high pussy. On the sixth day we received instructions to travel about 600 miles to Zion National Park. Once there we were met by the host and hostess and last year's winning team. In this mission we were going to play against another team instead of the clock. At 9 AM two days later, we met with the host and hostess and our opponents in the park. We were introduced to a Fillipino warrior with tattoos all over his body. He was an expert in body tattoos and their meaning. He would be the judge of the first part of the competition. We had paints in four colors: green, black, blue, and red. We were to design a series of tattoos for each team member and then explain their meaning at the judging. Our show piece tattoo was to be Mary Beth, who would be covered from head to toe. The other girls convinced her to take off her bikini top and let us put on the non-permanent ink tattoos all over her body. A little reluctantly she allowed us to paint her all over, right down into her bikini bottoms and completely covering her buttocks. The design took advantage of her body contours and we felt good about the result. Everyone else had a little more normal design so that when we went to the judging, everyone was pretty well covered in the paints. Although it was make-believe, we had developed a story about how the islands were formed and changed over the years and then came up with tattoos to convey that story. The other team was overwhelmed when Mary Beth removed a scarf she used to hide her upper half and revealed her bare breasts painted into the design of a fierce Filipino battle and the signs of a victory, right down to her exposed buttocks. She even pushed her bikini bottom down dangerously low to show everything. The other team had done a good job too but couldn't match Mary Beth's scenario and the judge awarded us the win. One down and two more competitions to go. After the challenge was over, we had the rest of the afternoon free. Most of my team went into town to check out the action. I had not slept well the prior night and begged off to catch up on some sleep. As they were leaving, I went into the RV and sacked out. I was almost out when the door to the RV opened and Trista, a 24 year old dark haired beauty from last year's team walked in. She said she needed to get some sleep too and said that she knew our accommodations were more comfortable than theirs so she asked if I would mind if she slept with me. I smiled and said that I wouldn't mind. Trista pulled off her top revealing a nice large set of jugs, then dropped her shorts to show a completely shaven pussy with an even tan all over. I held up the sheet and she climbed in beside me, just as naked as me. With less than a minute's work with her hand, my penis was rock hard and she climbed on top of me, easing herself down around its hardness. She lay on my chest and we kissed for several long minutes while my cock flexed like crazy inside her pussy. Then she started to rock her ass around in no particular pattern and we both got hotter. By the time she had been riding me just a few minutes, I forgot all about being tired. While Trista concentrated on moving my cock in her pussy, my hands were feeling up her shapely buttocks, then her heavy tits, then back again. For several seconds, I helped her move her ass, then squeezed her hooters and pursued her tongue. She was moving in such slow motion that it was taking forever but it was a delicious forever. Finally she sucked in her breath, rolled back her eyes and quaked through an orgasm. When it had passed, she lowered herself to my body and just lay there spent. I rolled us over without taking my cock out of her and slowly I started stroking my grateful tool into her hot cunt. After several minutes, she started using her legs to change the feelings coming from our coupling by changing ever so slightly the way we met at the bottom of each stroke. Thirty minutes later, when my balls emptied with great delight into her sloppy slick cunt, she had already cum four more times and was wearing the most lopsided smile I'd seen in a while. We fell asleep in each other's arms but were awake in time to fuck once more before the crowd straggled home at 2 o'clock in the morning. The following morning the other team left for the Denver airport where they would disband and return to their separate homes. Trista had promised to stay in touch when I got back to school, although I suspected our age difference would soon cause her to loose interest. We had three days to camp in the park, take hikes, and fuck while we waited for our next mission and instructions for travel. Mary Beth had returned to my bed with no mention of Trista, although I'm sure she saw the huge cum stain on the sheets. Even at that, there didn't seem to be any jealousy among the team members, at least not as it had evolved, because everyone knew that Mary Beth and I were a couple just as Doyle and Dana were a couple and Jeremy and Brittany were a couple. Road Rules However several times someone suggested a change and for a night or an afternoon we would all swap partners and enjoy the delights of someone else's company for a time before returning to our 'usual' arrangements. Thus every few days I fucked Dana and Brittany while the other guys both got their licks into Mary Beth's cunt. It sure seemed to make us a close-knit team. When our new instructions arrived by e-mail, we found we had to drive several hundred miles to an Arizona Indian reservation, where we would learn some new skills. We were paired, by the host, into teacher-student pairs: Brittany and me, Jeremy and Dana, and Doyle and Mary Beth. The couples could choose the role of each player so Dana, Mary Beth and I were teachers while the others were students. While the students waited with the RV in a remote campsite, the teachers were taken to the tribal council area of the reservation. In part one we were given instruction in bending a long steel rod by placing it against the neck of two people and trusting each other as they walked toward each other. Amazingly the steel bent double without piercing the flesh of either participant. In part two we were required to contemplate our lives and describe to the others some obstacle that had become an 'imaginary wall' that we had to overcome to continue growing as a person. With the imaginary wall "demolished" by revealing it, we were able to walk barefoot across a stretch of burning coals in a fire pit as the third part of the assignment. To complete the mission, the teachers had to go back to the camp and instruct their students in the three trust situations and get the students to complete the same tasks. If we won, we would get a check for $12,000 to split and move on to the final mission. At the campfire, the three of us described what was to be done but the three students were very skeptical, especially Brittany. I convinced Brittany to stand with me and hold the steel rod at her throat, assuring her that I would not hurt her. Finally she took a slow step toward me and amazed herself when the rod began to bend. Her confidence grew as she kept moving until the rod was bent so closely that I could hug her to me. After that the other two performed the task easily. Describing and convincing the students to participate in the imaginary wall project was difficult. I took Brittany aside and explained to her how I used to be deathly afraid of all females, especially the good looking ones. I could not speak coherently around one, let alone act calmly and rationally. Finally with a little push from Mary Beth, I realized that all people are basically alike and that if I acted like myself and someone didn't like me, that was okay and I didn't need to be accepted by everyone on the planet to be okay with myself. That let me deal with women in a much easier fashion, more relaxed and confident. And it resulted in making a lot more friends than I had previously. After that, we sat together and Brittany began to talk about her childhood, growing up in a home where her step-father seemed to hate having her around and blamed her for everything that went wrong. Her mother ignored it, probably because she was afraid to say anything. She talked for a half-hour, finally coming to the conclusion that, now that she was on her own, it didn't matter what her step-father had done to her before and she was not going to let him rule her life anymore. When we met back at the campfire, the teachers prepared the coals and showed the students how to walk across them barefoot. Brittany wanted to be the first student to do it and she was great. The others completed the task quickly and the mission was done. We had earned the right to attempt one last mission for the grand prize. However we would not receive instructions for four more days so we had time to kill. We decided to drive to Williams, Arizona and take a trip into the Grand Canyon on our way to the park in southern California where the last mission would play out. We had a great few days and still arrived the night before our next mission. We decided to have a campfire and enjoy the great outdoors one last time since our whole project would end with the mission the following day. The evening turned out to be absolutely perfect. The next morning we reported to the mission area to find a strange contraption set up. While there were trees around, it was not in the trees but rather four utility type poles that had been set up with two at one area and two at another. About twenty feet off the ground, two ropes had been strung between two distant poles, forming parallel lines. Between the two ropes, several planks have been attached at irregular intervals as if for a rope bridge with steps missing. Several feet above the bridge is a cable from which hang short ropes above the bridge. Above the entire contraption was a crane from which hung two lightweight cables. We were given harnesses and soon figured that the cables and harnesses were our safety system in case we fell. The host and hostess explained that the bridge and ropes had been arranged so that crossing the bridge would require teamwork. We were assigned teams of Doyle and Brittany, Jeremy and Dana, and Mary Beth and me. We have exactly 30 minutes for all three teams to cross from the starting point to the end platform of the bridge. If we did, there were six new cars awaiting us. If we failed, we got nothing. Doyle was adamant that he knew how to do it and demanded to go first. He and Brittany took their places on the starting end and stepped off when the timer started. They managed to get to the third plank when Brittany took a misstep and Doyle failed to catch her, sending both of them off the bridge. Jeremy wanted to go next so he and Dana clambered up. They got as far as the second rope, where Jeremy reached for the rope, slipped and fell, ending their attempt. As we watched Jeremy and Dana, I told Mary Beth that I thought we could do it and explained each step of my plan. She grinned and squeezed my hand in agreement. We climbed up to the starting point. One at a time with Mary Beth starting, we moved to the first plank, trying to keep the ropes steady. I reached the first hand rope without having to stretch and pulled it down so Mary Beth and I could both hold it. There was only one plank missing in the next gap so stepping carefully, we both managed to stand on that next plank and keep holding the first rope. It was a good stretch to the next hand rope. With the previous rope in my left hand, I stretched out and grabbed the next one with my right hand while Mary Beth held onto the belt of my harness. She grabbed the rope and swung herself to the next plank, where she grabbed an overhead rope. I caught the rope she released as it swung back and quickly swung myself to the same step she was on. That left us with the last and widest gap to cross. This time, I clasped Mary Beth's belt while she put one foot on my knee and pushed off toward the next hand rope. She barely caught it but tightened her grip and pushed off my knee while I gave her a shove. She swung over the chasm and dropped to the end platform, letting the rope swing back to me. I had to catch it first time or it would have been too short but I got it, pushed up to my right, lifted my feet to swing to my left and landed on the end platform with Mary Beth grabbing my legs to keep me from falling back. We had completed the task in five minutes and 18 seconds. The other pairs had watched our technique and followed suit. Doyle and Brittany did great until the last gap and they fell again. Jeremy and Dana tried again and were successful. When Doyle and Brittany tried for the third time, we held our collective breath but they made it ... barely. Our total time was 29 minutes and 34 seconds. We had won the cars! Turning our RV over to the host was a difficult thing to do but we collected our gear and decided who would take which color of the identical cars. They weren't the top of the line but for us in college or just starting out in life, they beat what we had by a lot. Mary Beth and I had similar destinations, with just the last couple hundred miles being different so we decided to caravan. Doyle was traveling the same way until he was well into Texas so he joined us as did Jeremy who would turn north at El Paso. Brittany would head northeast from Ft. Worth. Since Dana was going north immediately, we all said our good-byes to her and headed east. After we split up on the way home, I soon lost track of everyone except Mary Beth. Our schools turned out to be a relatively short drive apart and we got together frequently once we were back in school. I met her mother and the three of us became close ... very close ... friends. We still are today, long after our respective graduation ... now that Mary Beth and her mother both live in my house in north Georgia. I got many benefits from the Road Rules escapades. But the one I'm most grateful for is that I lost my fear of beautiful women, especially since I now live with one I consider to be one of the world's most beautiful. I think we've become a great team, all stemming from the missions we executed on that show. I think I loved her right from the beginning, when we first met at the RV, but it sure didn't hurt when my lover urged me to let her bring her sexy mother to our bed a couple times each week. We've really become a close-knit team. The End Road Rules Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Speed Trap Sarah had been bored since she'd come on duty. Sitting in her squad car, she had been going over the reasons she had wanted to become a police officer. There was the idea of helping people. And there was the personal reward of making her town a safer place. But the main reason she had signed up was for some excitement. Boy had she been wrong on that count. She hadn't seen any action since she had graduated the academy and come home to Thompson, her hometown. She had been assigned to patrol Hwy 9 for most of that time after offending the chief on her first day. He had tried to give her a strip search, and she'd kneed him in the groin in response. Rather than filing sexual harassment charges, she told the chief she'd let it slide if he backed off. He agreed - after he got up off the ground. But now she was paying the price. Traffic patrol was necessary, she knew. And every once in a while, there was the chance to bust drug traffickers or to be involved in a high-speed chase - or so she had been told. That hadn't happened though, and she was wondering when she would have the chance to patrol the town. At least there she would be able to see some of the townspeople and maybe get some positive reinforcement. Growing up in Thompson, Sarah had been known as the town's wild child - a reputation she had readily encouraged in most parts of the community. But now, as an adult, she wanted to shed that image. She could still be wild in private (never a problem for her, her boyfriends found out), but her public persona was going to change. But it wasn't going to change sitting in a car behind a billboard waiting for speeders. Absentmindedly tapping the steering wheel to the beat of a Violent Femmes song stuck in her head, she had almost spilled her coffee when the little black Honda Civic blew past her, narrowly missing the sign and the front of her sedan. After securing her coffee and calling in to dispatch, she gunned the motor and was on the Civic's tail. To her disappointment, though, she hadn't even turned on her lights before the car was on the roadside. "Damn," Sarah cursed to herself. "I thought I was going to get to open this thing up for once." Pulling in behind the Civic, she flipped the lights and turned on the car's loudspeaker, saying "Driver, please place both hands on the wheel." * * * James had barely begun to collect himself when he saw the lights and heard the police cruiser's PA system. The officer's request presented a problem. His cock was slowly going down after cumming just moments before, but it was not limp enough to be shoved back into his pants yet. It wasn't often a man would curse good staying power, but this was one occasion he couldn't help himself. Karma be damned. On the other hand, James didn't want to be shot because the officer - who sounded female over the loudspeaker - mistook him putting away his junk for a suspect fishing for a weapon. The dusky light played tricks on people and she would only see the upper half of his body fiddling around with something below her sight line. Reluctantly, he did as the voice requested and just hoped the officer had a sense of humor and wasn't offended by the cum that was dripping down his shirt and pants. In his driver side rearview mirror, James could see the officer approach. And even dusk was quickly approaching dark, he could make out her silhouette. Not bad. * * * Sarah approached the car cautiously, with her hand on her revolver. She'd been taught to treat all stops as though they could go wrong any moment - because they could. This could be a drunk driver, or an amphetamine junky. He - she thought it was a he as she approached - could be transporting drugs, or guns, or have warrants. This could be one of any number of scenarios she had trained for. But when she reached the driver's side door, she realized this was something totally different. She had to suppress a giggle as she stared down at the scene caught in her flashlight beam. Here was a man with a semi-hard cock pulled through his pants, cum on his shirt and a look on his face that said "I can explain, but I know I am fucked." On some men, this scene would have made them seem pitiful - and it did somewhat with this guy as well - but he had a couple of things going for him. First, he was cute. A little older, with graying temples and a few wrinkles, he had a Sean Connery/Paul Newman sort of attractiveness about him. He could have been one of her father's friends. But the second thing he had going for him - one she couldn't imagine her father's friends having - was his cock. It was rapidly deflating due to the pressure of the situation, but even in its withering state, it was still meaty and, she estimated, six inches long. She imagined what it would look like fully erect and then decided she'd have to find out. "So, you got a license for that thing?" she asked. * * * James felt a wave of relief wash over him as the officer spoke. He had felt a little self-conscious with her shining a light in his crotch, not realizing why it had lingered there. Now, as she made the joke, he knew he had a chance to get out of being arrested for public nudity or some obscure moving violation. And what's more, even though it was getting dark, he thought he recognized the look on her face. It was a look of amusement, but there was something more than that as well. "I'm so sorry officer," he said. "I just came back from Mardi Gras, and well, it's a long way back home. I know it wasn't the safest thing to do, but I just had to get some relief and I didn't want to stop at a rest stop or something." "It was stupid, I know," he continued. "Is there anything I can do to keep you from writing me a ticket?" The last part came out a little sleazier than he had thought it would. But it was out there now, and Officer Rollins - he read the name badge above her left breast - would have to make the next move. * * * Sarah didn't have to consider the offer for very long, before replying "Well, I need to make sure you aren't a threat to the other driver's on the road. And I guess the only way to do that is to get this behavior out of your system." "See that billboard about a quarter-mile up ahead?" she asked. "Well, pull behind it and then I'll tell you what to do from there." James complied and the two were quickly behind the makeshift cover, both sitting in their cars, when James heard the voice on the loudspeaker again. "Driver, please exit the vehicle and come to its rear," Sarah said, and when he complied, said "Please place your hands on the trunk and face forward. Don't turn around." James was a little apprehensive, now. But he had no choice but to go along. If he ran, then all manner of hell would break loose. He heard some shifting around in the car and then the car door pinging as it opened. James began to turn his head, but stopped when Sarah yelled "Eyes front," like a drill sergeant correcting one of her troops. Just to be safe, Sarah turned off the headlights, so that now only moonlight illuminated them. When she reached him, she began to frisk him, starting with his shoulders then working her way down his back, then bringing her hands around to his chest. They all felt toned under his light cotton shirt. "Wow," she thought, "Hard body and a big cock. I hit the jackpot this time." She reached his pants soon enough and found his now hardening cock propped up on the trunk. She lifted the meat rod and felt its heft, sliding her hand up, and up, and up. She guessed it must me 11 inches long and three inches thick. "You could hurt someone with this thing, boy," she put on her best southern sheriff accent. James felt her breasts on his back as she stroked him. He felt her nipples pointing into him as she worked the shaft up to the angry bulbous head. Was she already naked? He was dying to know, but knew she didn't want him to turn around. Dropping the cock, it made a thump as it fell against the trunk. She reached just above it and unbuttoned James's pants, forcing him to bring his legs together as she pulled them down. After stepping out of his tennis shoes and pants, she pushed on his inner thighs in a motion to spread his legs wide again. As he did, her hand lingered between his legs, then traced a path up to his balls. She gave a little tug as she reached them, jostling them slightly before dragging her middle and index fingers between his cheeks. Squeezing both cheeks, she bit the right one roughly. "Owww," James said with a little jump. "Police brutality?" "I haven't started to be brutal yet," Sarah said with a lascivious grin James would have enjoyed had he been able to see it in the dark night. "Now turn around and let me get a better look at that cock." James was happy to oblige. There was still a twinge of guilt about not being able to clear this little tryst with his wife Lauren, be he felt pretty secure she would understand the situation. As he turned, Sarah grabbed his tumescent member, pulling it into her mouth while stroking the shaft with her right hand and kneading his balls with her left. She knew how to work a cock and this was a fine specimen. Her only complaint was the gun belt that was digging into her stomach as she crouched in front of James. Deftly unbuckling the belt with her left hand, she put it to the side, the gun and nightstick making a thud as they fell to the ground. James was in heaven as Sarah worked his rod. She was strong, with a firm grip that made her mouth's ministrations feel amazing. James was rock hard between her lips. James reached down and began to unbutton Sarah's light blue shirt, to find her breasts covered in a bulletproof vest. "Sorry sweetie," she said, looking up at his silhouette. "I've got to do that. You just keep that bad boy hard for me." And with that she stood, dropping her shirt on top of her belt and undoing the Velcro straps that secured the vest to her body. As she lifted the vest over her head, James pulled his own cum-covered shirt off. Then he took a step forward as she was stepping out of her high-shined black shoes. Lifting his cock so that he did not poke her in the stomach, he grabbed her and lifted her onto the car. Once there, she shed her sports bra and unbuttoned her black slacks, wiggling her ass on the trunk of James's car to get out of them. White French-cut panties awaited James as he helped her off with her pants. He could smell her musky wetness as she reclined onto the trunk and back window, spreading her legs wide for him. Grabbing her left leg, he lightly bit the side of her knee and began to work her way toward her lace-covered crotch. Kissing and dragging his tongue along the way, he shortly made it to Sarah's pussy, which was dripping wet by that point. Pulling the panties to one side before diving in for the main course. Nicely groomed, Sarah's pussy tasted exquisite on James's tongue, and he told her so as he licked her swollen clit. He worked the engorged mini-phallus for a few minutes, before burying his tongue deep into her honey pot, nuzzling her clit with his nose as he did so. The technique always put a smile on the ladies' faces, and James was sure that if he could see Sarah's, she would be biting her lip right about then. And, as if on cue, she grabbed the back of his head and shoved his mouth in deeper, before allowing him to move back to her love button alone. "Oh fuck, you're good at that," she said. "I almost came right then." "Sorry, I'll have to try harder next time," James replied, then said, "But right now, I have an idea." Reaching down to the pile of Sarah's clothes, James retrieved her nightstick from her belt. Lifting it so that its cool surface could touch her flesh, James asked, "So, you want some hard wood in you?" with a chuckle. "You read my mind," Sarah said, "but why don't we have some fun with that night stick first." Extending at a 90-degree angle about 7/8ths of the way down the baton, the handle was somewhat phallic-shaped, with a half-bulb at one end tapering into a barbell-shaped mid-section with ridges cut to improve the grip. She took it from him, and began licking the handle, pulling it into her mouth as she had his cock only minutes before. And when it was well-wetted, she slid it into her pussy. "Always wondered what that would feel like," she said as she began working the baton back and forth inside her, feeling the ridges of the hand grip rub her sugar walls and making waves on her nearby clit. Grabbing hold of the baton, James began working it into her then, using his free hand to spread her labia and work the clit even more. His eyes having adjusted to the moonlight, he could see the handle's grip pumping in and out of her. After a few moments, he increased his speed, and the speed of his clit strumming. Soon, Sarah was screaming with delight and trying not to slip off of the trunk despite the sweat from her bat making the metal slippery. Sarah came with the force of a tsunami, washing the trunk in her juices and grabbing the stick to hold inside of her for a moment. "Holy shit that felt good," she said. "I'm going to have to remember about this on long stakeouts. But now I want something more substantial." And with that, she reached down and squeezed James's aching cock, before kissing him hard on the mouth and leaping from the trunk. "Alright darlin'" James said in his best fake southern accent – which really was horrible. "Assume the position." Sarah didn't need to be told twice. She quickly turned around, pulling off her panties, placing her hands on the car trunk, arching her back, lifting her ass skyward and spreading her legs wide. James's still-hard cock was between Sarah's toned legs within no time, banging the inside of her thighs as he maneuvered himself into position. Reaching between her legs, Sarah guided his bulbous head to her sopping lips and rubbed it up and down the slit for a moment, taking a deep breath in preparation for the thick dick. James slid it in gently at first, allowing the head to slid slowly into her pussy, then inching forward before pulling back. Her pussy was soaking wet but tight, and James had to apply a lot of pressure before sinking eight inches into her. He couldn't go much further without risking hurting her. Even at that depth, Sarah hurt a little, not that she minded. It was a good kind of pain, and she encouraged him to stroke harder, faster. "Oh God!!!" she screamed through clenched teeth. "Your cock is so big! Fuck! Fuck me harder! I want you to split me in two with that thing!" The sex talk had its desired effect. James was never one to talk dirty, but he loved to listen. So he pumped faster, working at a slight angle, so that Sarah got the full effect. "Oooooohhhh," she moaned in orgasm. "You bastard! Harder!" James could feel her fingers brushing his cock as she massaged her clit and he pounded away. He hadn't even noticed she was just balancing on her left hand now – her right feverishly working her joy buzzer toward another orgasm. The tightness of her pussy and the absurdity of the situation were forcing him toward a climax. And while he knew he could hold out if he had to, James decided he'd better finish up. "I'm about to cum," he told her, breathing heavily into her ear. "In my mouth," she said. "I want you to cum in my mouth." A few more strokes and James pulled out, grabbing her by the arm and whirling her around. Sarah dropped to her knees and prepared for the salty, sticky blast about to erupt from his cock. The pressure of her pussy and the show she had put on with the nightstick had charged James up completely. And when he came, it was like a cannon shot, most of it directed into Sarah's mouth, although some of it did dribble down onto her chin and breasts. After a few volleys of spunk, Sarah took the meat pole into her mouth to suck out the remainder. She'd always liked the reaction she got from men after asking to swallow their cum. And it didn't taste too bad either. Licking her lips, she reached over and picked up James's shirt to wipe the love juice from her tits. Standing then, she jostled James's cock, giving it one final squeeze and saying "Now that is what I call community service." "I know what you mean," James said. "You can fine me like that anytime. And maybe my wife will be with me the next time I come through town. I know she'd like to meet a nice southern girl like you." "Awwww," Sarah said, putting on a fake pout and ratcheting up her accent to 11. "Why're all the big cocks married or gay?" Then, after dropping the accent, she continued. "Well, I'm almost tempted to give you a ticket to get you back here," she said. "But I think you've paid for your crimes. And the next time you come through, your wife is welcome to chip in some community service too." Road Rules Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Insurance Lauren did her best to seem attentive, but it was hard to do in Professor Howard's intro to economics class. The 8 a.m. course was a bore, but it was necessary to get her degree. It was one of the last basic courses required for the counseling curriculum. Why economics, she did not know. But there she was, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, regardless of where she had been or whom she'd done the night before. It wasn't that she spent a lot of late nights, but sometimes she and her husband James enjoyed the company of other couples. And those nights were always long. And even though James had been out of town for a few days, Lauren had not been getting the sleep she needed. He was away at the Southern Literature conference in New Orleans, and she would have given anything to be in "The Big Easy" with him. He had called her drunkenly one night, talking about going to the French Quarter and "earning" some beads by showing off his cock. She was jealous, not that he had done something like that, but that she wasn't there with him doing the same. "Next time, I'm going with you and we're going to need an extra suitcase to bring back all the beads I 'earn,'" she had told him before the call developed into long distance phone sex. Lying in bed that night and a few nights afterward, thinking about his cock buried deep in her, she couldn't sleep until she pulled out her bag of tricks and fucked herself to two or three orgasms - usually getting to sleep at 2 or 3 a.m. But nights of pleasure made for mornings of torture, listening to Professor Howard's monotonous speeches about the Adam Smith's invisible hand, or supply-side theory. It was all that she could do to keep her eyes open and her head up at the back of the class. She had, in fact, nodded off more than a time or two - and Professor Howard had noticed. "Ms. Harris," he would drone, "this is not the Super 8 motel. If you insist on sleeping while you should be learning, then I suggest you do it in someone else's class." Lauren had been subjected to that treatment more than a few times. So it was not surprise that when she dozed off again, Professor Howard stood next to her, yelling "Bbbbbrrrriiiinnnnggg!!! Wake up sleepyhead!!! It's time for school!!!" When Lauren was on her way out of class, the professor asked her to come to his office at noon. "We need to talk about your performance in class," he said, giving her his most disapproving look. Lauren was uneasy about the meeting. She had held onto a solid C in the class by studying her ass off. But this guy could sink her at any time and she knew it. She was going to have to charm him if she wanted to get through this last leg of school. * * * As noon rolled around, Kevin Howard reclined in his wooden desk chair, his ponderous gut pointing skyward, making the vertical stripes on his shirt curve in a kind of spherical distortion around his belly. He'd argued with his ex-wife, Kelly, that he wasn't really fat. He had just developed a little pudge over his belt line. It should be rubbed and wished upon, like the Buddha belly it was. She hadn't been won over with that argument. Nor had she been won over buy the constant attention and affection he'd paid her when he wasn't at school and she wasn't at the gym. She'd left him four months ago, taking up with her aerobics instructor. The two had an apartment downtown. "Chris is just better for me," she'd told him. "Chris is young and vibrant, and I need that right now." And over the months since, Kevin's grief and pain had faded, only to be replaced by ... horniness. That was the only way to describe it. Things hadn't been well between him and Kelly for a while, but he held out hope that things would get better, returning to the regular sex life they'd enjoyed before they got married. Those were good times, experimental times, when the two of them had explored each other's bodies with abandon. Now, he was the only one concerned about his body and he had explored it in full. But, if everything went according to plan, he'd soon have a new Lewis to his Clark - even if she had to be convinced to do it. Lauren wasn't the best student, but she had a body that wouldn't quit. Usually hidden under the workout clothes she wore to class, he could tell she was firm and muscular. And the t-shirts she wore to class betrayed her double-D breasts, which strained beneath the sports bra she wore. The thought made a slight bulge in his trousers. He'd spent many a period trying to make out the outline and sometimes the color of the bra as she struggled against his infamously hard tests to maintain her borderline C. She was going to make it if she tried, but Kevin wasn't going to let her know that. * * * Knocking on the door, Lauren was more apprehensive than ever. She knew she was going to have to sell him on how hard she would work to get her grades up. And, she figured, she would have to work some of her feminine wiles as well. She had changed clothes to make the job easier. No longer in her workout clothes, she wore a khaki skirt and white blouse that was tight in all the right places. The buttons weren't about to pop or anything, but the guys at her work had always appreciated the view. And she could get them to do just about anything. "Dr. Howard, are you here?" Lauren said, hoping the purposeful slip of the tongue might flatter the man before she had to beg for a good grade. No dice. "It's just professor, and yes, come in Ms. Harris," he said, sounding annoyed with her as ever. "Perhaps you'd know my title if you stayed awake during class." "Well," Lauren said demurely, "you seem so knowledgeable. I figured I might have missed that part of your introduction. I'm sorry." And then to kick up the pathos a notch, she frowned, flashed the puppy dog eyes and said "I just can't seem to get anything right with you. I just ... I just want to do well." But instead of having engendering sympathy, Lauren thought she saw a grin cross the professor's lips, albeit only for an instant. Was he enjoying the power he lorded over her? "Well, Ms. Harris," he said. "That is what I called you in here for. I am sure we can think of something to improve your performance in class." She saw him shifted in his seat. He seemed a little uncomfortable too, but not emotionally, only physically. "Now, you are a C student," he continued. "I can see you are trying. But you are not focused. You come to class late, fall asleep throughout, and rarely participate in class discussions." "Quite frankly," he said, coming around the desk and standing only inches from her chair, "I don't see you succeeding in my class unless you focus on the matter at hand." From this vantage point, Lauren could see what matter he wanted her to handle. It wasn't huge, but there was a bulge in the front of Professor Howard's slacks. "I just want you to take charge of your academic career," he said. "You are the only one who can put in the effort to pass my class." The last statement ended in a smile, and all pretext seemed to disappear, even though the good professor had not made any untoward statements to his student. "So what are we going to do about it," he said, averting his eyes from her chest when she looked up at him. * * * "This is going great," Kevin thought. "She'll be on her knees begging - or something - for a good grade in no time." He had seen her look at his crotch, at what he considered a big bulge, and knew she understood his meaning. He had been careful not to say anything that could be used against him. But his point was made and now, reclining on his desk, he waited for her reply. "Oh," she said smiling a weak smile, "I understand." Then, stepping toward him, she fell to her knees and began unzipping his slacks and unbuttoning his belt. "It certainly is a hard class," she said as his pants fell to the ground and his man meat was freed from the paisley boxer shorts that had constrained him since she had come into the room. "I'm not sure how I am going to get all of that information into me." Kevin was in heaven as she stroked his pre-cum dampened cock, then began to suck it. Her full lips made a perfect "O" around his cock, and her tongue caressed the underside of the head. Sucking in hard, her cheeks seemed to cave in around his dong, giving him the warmest, wettest hole he'd felt in half a year, since Kelly had stopped fucking or even sucking him. She was good, far better than Kelly had ever been. He'd have to make sure this was a regular tutorial. * * * Lauren felt like gagging when the professor's "what are we going to do about it" punch line had been delivered. It wasn't like he was a troll or anything. He might have even been charming-looking if he dressed differently - kind of like an older Oliver Platt. But this was no way to get a girl. And rather than just storming out and allowing him to do this to another unsuspecting co-ed, she decided to nip this particular behavior in the bud - so to speak. It was time for a lesson in behavior modification. Playing the femme fatale to the fullest, she pretended to be unsure of herself at first and giving him all of the power - which wasn't easy to do when she saw his cock. She had to choke back a laugh when his pale four-inch pencil dick popped out from behind his cum-encrusted boxers. Complementing him and going to work for a little while would win his confidence with no problem. Soon enough, he had closed his eyes and rocked his head back, enjoying the feeling of her thick lips on his thin member. That's when Lauren reached into her nearby purse and grabbed her camera phone. Standing up and continuing to stroke his hard-on, she said "Why don't you keep this warm for me while I get out of these things?" She flipped open the camera phone as he nodded dumbly, taking care to keep it hidden. Then, when she was far enough away to compose a shot, she lifted the camera phone and clicked away. "What the fuck?" he stammered. "What are you ...?" * * * Kevin couldn't get his pants up fast enough. He stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as he heard the recorded shutter sound of the camera phone whirring away. And then Lauren was talking, sounding much farther away than the five feet that she actually stood. It was like the two of them were standing in a license plate factory with the machines stamping away. Then he realized it was his heart. Slowly, Kevin realized what Lauren was saying. She was telling him that he would be ruined if the pictures ever got out. Not only would he have the reputation of trying to extort one of his students into sex, but there would be pictures posted around campus and uploaded to chat rooms frequented by the university staff. "No," he said. "You can't do that. Why would you do that?" "It's the only way you'll learn," she said. "I'd hate to think you were going to do this to another unsuspecting student – one without a camera phone. And to help the lesson sink in, we are going to have a little fun." "What are you talking about you crazy bitch?" Kevin said and began to pull his pants up. "Whoa," Lauren said. "Stop right there or the photos get messaged right now." Kevin stopped in his tracks, realizing that she was serious. "Drop them and step out of them right now," she said. "Kick them to the side and hop up on the desk." Kevin knew he didn't have many options, so he followed her instructions with a little reservation. Sitting on his desk in just the striped shirt, shoes and black socks he felt more naked than he would have if he were stripped clean. Meanwhile, Lauren was fishing in her purse. Looking up, she said "Stroke that little thing for me, baby. I want you hard again." Then, as aside, "Just so you know, I e-mailed the pictures to myself, so even if you got my camera, I still have them. Now, let's see some action down there." Kevin stroked his cock without any feeling. How many times had he imagined being naked in front of Lauren or one of the other hot little co-eds in his classes? It had never occurred to him it might be like this. Standing, Lauren walked over to him with something in her hands, two plastic objects with a wire stretching between them. "Not hard yet?" she asked. "Well, this will help you out. Lay back. Now." "What, what is that?" he asked, almost sure he knew the answer. "I was sure a man of your worldliness would know," she said. "But to answer your question, it's called a vibra-egg. And it's going in your ass." Kevin started to protest, but bit his tongue instead. No point when she had those pictures. He leaned back like she instructed. * * * It wasn't a pretty sight, Professor Howard's pale and dimpled white ass on the desk, with his legs bent at the knees and heels touching the sagging flesh. He was still beating his meat, although it remained flaccid under the circumstances. "Don't worry professor, I'll be gentle," she whispered, leaning over to see his face. "Now lift those legs high." He did so without comment, and after wetting the egg with her mouth, she turned it on and placed it at his back door. Making small circles with the little plastic ball, she slowly began working it into his ass. Only a slight whimper passed his lips as the oval passed his sphincter and plopped in. But he did jump a little when Lauren turned up the vibration. His stroking began to take on some degree of urgency now, and she could tell there was some life in the little pinky after all. "Well, well, someone likes a little anal play, doesn't he?" she said, then noticed he had his eyes shut - in angst, not joy. A sudden twinge of guilt flashed through her. Oh well, she was committed now, and she decided to throw him a bone – of sorts. She took his cock from his hand and began to stroke it herself. He opened his eyes and looked at her a little fearfully, like the pleasure she was providing him was just more torture. Well, she couldn't help that. And with that look of fear, she remembered why she was doing this. How scared would someone else have to be to fuck this guy? With that thought, she dropped the hand controller, the good professor nearly jumping as the plastic cord connecting it to the egg coming taut and pulling at his bunghole. "Oops, forgot something," Lauren said, walking back to her purse and pulling out a little white bottle. "This should make things go a little smoother." Professor Howard didn't even look up, which was probably just as well, she thought, because he would have known what was coming and might have struggled a little more than when she put the egg in. Lubing her right index and middle fingers. * * * The vibrations from the egg had done something to Kevin, playing against his prostate and giving him a major hard-on despite the humiliation of all that was happening to him. He'd felt compelled to stroke it harder and harder, because he figured that if he came, maybe she'd just let it go. She'd consider the lesson learned. At least that is what he told himself. Deeper down, he was looking for that orgasm as a release – the same release he'd hoped Lauren was going to provide. He guessed, in some perverse way, she was. When the vibra-egg cord pulled tight, he thought the torture/pleasure might be over. And he was at least relieved. Soon, Lauren pulled against the egg and it popped out of his ass as easily as it had gone in. But when he tried to lower his legs, he heard her voice again. "Not so fast doctor," she said mocking his earlier snide tone. "You've still got a hard-on to work off and I think I can help you. But take your hand off your cock until I tell you." After putting a little lube around his brown eye, she slid her middle finger in, passing the balloon not with only minor difficulty. Kevin was surprised by the sensation her knuckles made as they passed into him. He had been subjected to many a prostate exam, but his doctor hadn't worked in and out like this – thank god, or else he would probably have spooed on the exam room floor. As it was, he was getting close now. The only thing stopping him as she put her index finger in too was her admonition not to stroke himself yet. As soon as he could, he was sure he'd shoot everywhere. That was why, he was sure, she'd told him not to. "Oh God, please," he begged. "Just let me ..." "No," she said. "Not yet." She increased her stroke, now pummeling his ass with her fingers, so much so that the flesh of his thighs rippled with the force of her punches. She kept this up for a few minutes until she was sure he was about to drop his legs on her. She stepped away. Then, and only then, did she say, "OK, go ahead." There was no telling him twice. He had barely wrapped his had around his pole when he sprayed all over his striped shirt. It was the biggest orgasm he'd ever had. Or at least it felt that way. "Oh God," he said. "Oh fuck. Oh God. Mmmmmmmm." * * * Lauren saw that the cum had shot up to his chin, and she wondered if he had an extra shirt or if he would have to try to explain the mess in his next class. But this was only an idle thought as she packed up her lube and gathered her belongings, including the camera, which she used to snap a few red-ass money shots. "Well," she said. "You wanted a hot young thang to get you off, and there you go. I hope our little lesson about abuse of power won't soon be forgotten. You can keep the egg as a memento. You really seemed to like it anyway. "I'll just hold onto the photos as a reminder of our fun, OK? I really don't imagine I'll see you again. Those 8 a.m. classes are just too early for me. "And about putting the effort in, I think I've put enough in for the rest of the semester." She walked toward the door, then turning before she left, she said, "What do you think that was worth, a B-minus. I'll take it. I'm not greedy." She couldn't help smile as she walked down the hall. After the semester was over she just might post the photos anyway.