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The car is hurtling down highway 83 like a bat out of hell and we’re trapped inside. At least that’s the way I see it. Stokes, in the driver’s seat is grinning from ear to ear. Me, I’m hanging on to what my dad back in Hershey dubbed the “oh shit” handle and trying not to fucking throw up.
Stokes yells over the AC/DC, “You nervous? Don’t hurl on my interior. This bitch wasn’t free.
I swallow hard and realize in hindsight that riding home with a maniac dorm roommate I’ve only known for a semester might not have been a great idea. But then again, going to college in Nashville wasn’t such a bright one either.
“We’re entering north country, pal. You feel at home yet?”
Stokes is from Tennessee. He just wanted to visit a friend just north of Baltimore. Some girl he met at Vanderbilt whose apparently noteworthy love for anal has him trekking up the northeast on a sex-crazed pilgrimage. I just figured he could get me at least close to home in Pennsylvania and save me the flight. I hate airplanes.
He lights up another Marlboro and smirks into the wind. “You’re quiet, buddy. Not sure if you’re aware, but we are currently living a little…fucking tight ass.”
That was Stokes’s catch phrase. “Live a little.” People at home always told me southerners have catch phrases. I thought they were joking. Stokes was always trying to get me to “live a little”. I was always trying not to see him as an asshole. This was an epic struggle.
“One of these days, Brian. One of these days, I’ll remove that from your ass. Getcha drunk. Getcha high. Hell…may even getcha some pussy.”
Oh yeah. I’m Brian. I don’t drink or smoke. I’m a virgin.
I’m also about to show this asshole how to “live a little.”
Over the last few miles of highway, a plan was baking in my head- a place usually reserved for conjugating verbs and translating primers. It was a crazy idea, but also one that would finally get Stokes to leave me the hell alone. I’d get home, save myself another semester of “social aid”, and escape the shitty classic rock station we’ve been listening to since Virginia.
I chance a second to let go of the handle and point ahead to a dirty stretch of pavement- now just a blur.
“There,” I say, “Stop there.”
Old Cavaliers don’t have anti-lock brakes, I learn, as the ass of the car fishtails to the right and he skid to a halt. The smell of hot rubber wafts in as Stokes lowers his K-Mart shades.
“Something wrong?”
My heart and mind race. Tell him. Tell him he’s an asshole. Tell him you’re twice the man he is.
Tell him you want to hitchhike the rest of the way to Hershey.
My lips begin to part.
Ten minutes later, I’m standing on the side of highway 83 in a cloud of dust and exhaust. Fuck him.
I start walking.
I hardly see the red boxy two-door before it hangs to the right shoulder. I leap out of the way and roll to safety in a hail of gravel. I hear laughter.
My knees are skinned and my ribs hurt, but I’m ok save for being out of breath. I stare into the dirt clouds, scowl ready.
At least that’s what I thought.
She sits there, half-way out of the passenger window. She’s a redhead with long straight dirty hair and small slender features. Her eyes pop. Her smile explodes. She’s got her long slender arm hinged upwards and her fingers pressed against her forehead. Her eyebrows crunch down. She’s looking for someone. She’s looking for me.
“You ok out there?” Her voice is loose and almost boyish. My god she’s hot.
The laughter comes from behind her. Some slack jawed dirty fucker with a bushy ‘stache and sleeveless shirt. His biceps could rival my head in size. He’s doubled over the steering wheel.
Her eyes widen when she spots me. She smiles and curls her pointer finger to the car.
“Where you heading?”
Her name is Dawn. His is Rick. The car is a 1979 third generation Malibu. You can tell by it’s boxy craftsmanship. This is what I learn as we speed up the highway. Rick’s hardly even looked at the road since they agreed to take me further north. He won’t shut the fuck up.
“Got any grass?”
I don’t answer, but I don’t think he wants one. I think he just likes the sound of his own voice.
“Me and my baby here ran outta kicks in one of the Carolinas. We’ve had to stay alive on fuckin’ and picking up strangers.”
He leaves the opportunity for conversation. I answer with all I got.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He snickers. I immediately regret that statement.
As consolation she turns to me. Her face is so close I can feel her hot breath on my face. She smells like…fuck, I don’t know but I like it.
“How old are you kid?”
I tell her 21. For some reason, she likes this answer. My eyes start to wonder and I catch a glimpse down her shirt. It’s an old journey t-shirt that’s cut down the collar. It hangs loose and dances in the wind coming through the window. She’s not wearing a bra. Her tits are huge. Big, round, the curvature accentuated by a tan line just below the slope of her chest. They’re pale white, soft skinned and
firm. Her nipples are wide, wider than any I have seen late at night on the movie channels. They spread in perfect pink circles, her hard nipples sticking out like broadcast towers. By now, I’m already hard and hoping she doesn’t see the bulge in my cargo shorts. She doesn’t.
But she does see my eyes directed downward. She grabs my chin and pulls my eyes to hers. Our noses touch. She blinks. I blink.
She half-whispers into my mouth, “You like what you see?”
I don’t know what to do, apologize or explain. I open my mouth to do either when she grabs me by my shirt and kisses me. It hits me like a sucker punch. Her hot eel of a tongue fills my every cavity and makes the little hairs on my back stand on end. She’s a loose and sloppy kisser, my lips are soaked in seconds. I could care less. I would drink this woman’s spit by the gallon. I just sit there helpless
until I realize her “man” or whatever is watching via rearview. His eyes are wide in either excitement or anger. I almost freak out until he cat calls.
“Got a mouth on her, don’t she?” He laughs and jerks her backwards, cramming his tongue down her throat. I can still taste the sweat from her upper lip when the car jerks and I’m thrown back into the seat. Rick, evidently, has decided to pass a tractor trailer that we’ve caught up with. We slowly gain on it, speeding down its left side. Rick grows a mischievous grin and nods towards the truck.
“Show him your tits,” he says.
“The trucker or the kid?” she screams above the wind and engine.
“Trucker.”
Damn it. So close.
She turns and winks at me, “I’m not done with you yet.”
We reach the driver’s window in seconds. Dawn reaches for her shirt tail and mindlessly yanks it up, almost off. Her tits ride the wind, nipples erect and pointing to the driver - who honks his horn in appreciation. I’ve gone from half-mast to a raging boner by now.
Rick cheers. Dawn rolls her eyes. She turns to me almost immediately and smiles.
“Fair is fair. You’ve seen mine. I wanna see yours.”
I look to Rick expecting a threat. His eyes in the rearview just shrug and he answers my apparently worried glance with, “She gets what she wants hands down.”
Dawn giggles, the trucker well out of sight- we must be doing at least ninety five. Her hand begins to walk up my thigh and she almost growls out, “I wanna see your cock.”
She doesn’t wait for my response. Before I have time to think, she unzipped my shorts and pulls from my boxers her prize. My six inches of flagpole are all on edge, living free in the wind. She surveys me for a second, glancing at me, then my dick, then back at me. I feel her hand running up my leg, her fingers tickle at my balls, then her hot palm swallows my shaft.
She barely touches me at first. The contact is soft and gentle. She plays with me, her sweaty hand rising and falling down me. Every slow pump gets me harder and harder. I can’t tell my breathing is fast, and I can tell that they hear it. She smiles and licks her lips menacingly.
“You new to this or something?”
I just nod. Speech is not something I’m capable of at the moment. I see Rick’s eyes, rapped with attention in the rearview and I thank god for straight stretches of highway. He speaks in my defense.
“Stop fucking with the boy and just do it already. Hell, I’m getting blue balls.”
She giggles and leans forwards, almost falling into the backseat. I feel a tickle under my balls. It’s her tongue, spongy and wet, climbing up my guys and up my shaft. She reaches my head and I shiver compulsively. This makes her giggle more. As she lifts herself up, a string of thick spit trails from her lip, connecting her and I together, the end dripping to the head of my cock and down the shaft. She
pauses and leans back a little, just to look at me from a further distance. Her head tilts sideways in teasing sympathy.
“Awww,” she smiles, “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
She barely gets her point across before Rick turns violently towards her and slams her head down, my cock splitting her lips and filling her mouth. He then looks at me, again through the mirror.
“There you go, pal. That’s how you shut her up.”
I hear Dawn growl, then giggle as she cups her hand around my balls. I’m covered in spit as her head begins to slide up and down on my dick. My muscles tense up and my body tingles in the hot wind plowing through the window. All I hear is the roar of the surroundings, Rick’s laughter and Dawn’s slurping. I can feel a ton of cum just building up and aching to escape. I take my hand and twirl it full of
her shining brown hair. It’s damp with a day’s oil and sweat. I tug just enough to pull it taught. The other hand is once again finding home glued to that fabled handle.
“Oh shit!” I scream.
She squeezes my balls just enough and I unload.
Her mouth still engulfs my cock, the edge of her throat embracing its tip as shot after shot of boiling hot cum bursts into her like a shotgun.
She braces herself on my thighs, hands tightly clenched. “MMMMMmmmm.”
I collapse into backseat heaven and pass out.
I wake up on a cardboard bed somewhere down the highway. She’s rubbing her hands through my hair and the smell of her breath almost immediately gets me going again. She’s leaning in very close and my mind is full of questions but only one comes out. I ask her where we are.
“York, Pennsylvania. The Super 8. You doing alright?”
I say I’m fine. I’ve just been walking a lot today, that’s all.
“It’s night time honey. You’ve been sleeping a while.”
I sit up and survey the room. It’s skuzzy and reeks of mildew.
Her voice is playfully hot, “Walking. Right. Sure it wasn’t because of your first blowjob?”
She laughs. I swear up and down that I’ve had plenty of action in my time…which is a lie. A complete fucking-
“I’ve never felt cum like that. Such force. It had to be your first.” She pins me down by the shoulders and whispers in my ear, “You’re lying. Confess.”
I’m hard already. I can feel her leg slip between mine, her knee brushing against my dick.
“See? Already hard. The cock don’t lie, sweetie. Never has. Never will.”
I can’t think of anything smart to say so I ask where Rick is, not that I give a damn.
“He’s getting ice. He likes it when I use ice. Don’t change the subject.”
She reaches down, still staring into my eyes and unlatches my belt. My heart starts racing.
“Now I’m gonna ask some questions and I want honest answers. You got me?”
She unbuttons my shorts. I can smell her sweat, her hair…something else. I just nod like an idiot.
“Was that your first blowjob?”
I begin to speak but she shushes me and covers my lips with her hand. I recognize the smell now. It seems that Dawn has been having a little ‘her time’. “I like the nods better.”
She pulls the shirt of my back and rubs her hand down my chest to my stomach. She tosses it over her back. She returns to a kneel, perching on top of my legs. I can’t move, not that I want or have to. I just do what I can- nod.
“Did you like it?”
Nod.
“Did you enjoy filling my mouth with cum?”
Nod.
“Did you like feeling my throat close around that cock of yours?”
Nod.
She jerks my shorts and boxers off in one fell swoop, tossing them over her shoulder. They hang on a tableside lampshade. I’m totally bare and helpless, my cock sticks straight up and bobs back and forth. She sits there, staring at me with a look of hunger that just makes it worse.
“Mmmm. My god you look good. Young and pale and fresh. Hard.” On this, she wraps her hand around me and starts pumping. A moan escapes me. She leans forwards into my ear, not whispering this time, “Ever fucked before?”
From this position, I see those firm tanless tits and long nipples, hard as rocks. With all the concentration I can muster I shake my head no. She smirks.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on you then.”
She slinks up and crosses her arms to slide off her Journey t-shirt. Her tits shine in the lamplight, her perky nipples exposed and directly in my face. She grabs my hands and feeds me two fistfulls. They feel fucking fantastic. I squeeze and finger her nipples. She bites her lip.
“Harder.”
I squeeze a little harder. I don’t want to hurt her.
“Harder, goddamn it.”
Something comes over me. It’s like the flip of a switch. Deep down something inside me stirs. I think of Stokes and his asshole attitude. I think of his condescending sneer.
“Harder. Squeeze my tits like you want me.”
I think of Rick and his inability to shut the fuck up. I think of his cocky demeanor and stupid car knowledge. I think of his luck of landing such a hot fucking woman.
“Come on, Brian. Fucking hurt me!”
I think off all the times that I could have had fun or done something dirty, something beyond my fake ass innocence. The feeling burns like a fucking fire in my chest until I absolutely snap. I fling Dawn off of me and pin her down with all my might. A soft playful scream erupts from her. She smiles at me. I grab her by the hair and kiss her deeply, my tongue mapping out the entirety of her mouth. She
nibbles my lip and I bite the fuck out of hers. I taste blood and I hear giggling.
“That’s it, Brian. That’s it you dirty little bastard. Take me.”
I claw at her jeans. There’s no belt so I go for the button and zip down her fly. Her jeans are tight but I manage to slide them off her long skinny legs and toss them next to my shorts. She’s not wearing panties. The room already smells like sweat and damp sex. There’s a wet spot on the bed. She’s soaking the cheap comforter and rubbing at her clit madly.
“Fuck me Brian. Fuck me n-”
I cup my hand over her mouth and with a voice I’ve never heard come from my mouth before I say, “I like nods better.”
I take my hand from her mouth just long enough to grab her hair and cram my cock into her mouth. She almost chokes, then lets out slurpy, amused giggles. I fuck her hot mouth crazy hard and I can feel the blood rushing from my extremities, traveling down to fill and engorge my already pulsing cock. I can feel a hot load building and building, waiting to explode but I cap it off. I want to make this last.
I reach behind me and rub my hand up her thigh. I drag a lone finger across the mouth of her cunt. She’s so wet, there’s a puddle between her legs. I bring the finger up to my face and into my mouth. I tell her how good she tastes.
It’s then that Rick walks in. He stands there for a silent moment, the door shutting behind him. He’s not quite sure what to think.
I continue to fuck his girl’s mouth as I glare at him with narrow eyes. I let him take it all in- his naked, horny mate, her overflowing, slurping mouth, my dick being taken like a pill. Then that voice within me echoes out once more, “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on her.”
I pull my cock out of Dawn’s mouth and throw her body forwards. As if on cue she kneels forwards, her ass raised high into the air, her stubbly pussy directly in my face, yawning open. All she can do is moan and pant incoherently. I stand on the bed, slowly turning around and, still looking at Rick, just so he knows that I’m proving a point, and I grab my soaking wet dick to guide it on target. She’s unbelievably
wet and boiling hot inside. I thrust in so hard it feels like I hit her stomach. She screams with delight. I turn from Rick to focus on the task at hand and start fucking Dawn wildly. I grab two handfulls of her ass and pull her on and off of me, trying to split her open. My cock drips with pussy and spit onto the skuzzy hotel bed. The small pooch of her tummy hangs underneath, her tits swing back and forth, nearly slapping her face from the force of every thrust I throw at her. I watch my balls tapping her from
behind and speak out a Rick, “I’m almost done, jerk off. You can have her when I’m done.”
I hear a zip from in front of me. I look up to see Rick dropping his pants. He’s huge- a cock the size of a baby’s arm. He pulls at Dawn’s hair, cramming his extra long dick into Dawn’s poor throat, muffling her moans into a kind of gurgle of pleasure. We go on like a seesaw, Dawn rocking back and forth, first engulfing me with her cunt, then swallowing Rick ever deeper. My thumb rests on her asshole,
rubbing in gentle circles and every now and then just barely slipping inside for a reaction. I feel the cum backing up like a clamped fire hose and I look to Rick…just to see if he’s pissed. I get what I don’t expect.
“Fill her up,” he says.
I cum. Hard. My body pulses and jerks. It feels like my entire existence is exploding from my cock. At first I feel her filling up, then I fall back, unable to support my weight, and long white ropes of cum shoot this way and that, over her, over Rick. I almost fade into sleep again but I manage to crawl to my knees and I start to lick Dawn’s soaked pussy and clit with vigorous determination. I feel her
tense up, pressing her messy cunt into my face and then a long drawn out release of spasms, my tongue never leaving her. She falls to her back, moaning and breathing in gasps. She’s coming harder than I did.
On sight of this, Rick left in desperation, starts stroking his thick cock with his gnarled fist. His moans build in intensity and soon enough he’s hosing down Dawn with his load.
She’s covered in cum. Rick’s hand is soiled with his sticky wad and my face is covered in spit and pussy.
All three of us collapse at once. We don’t wake up until late afternoon the next day.
As the boxy 1979 third generation Malibu speeds off from the side of highway 83, I think about all that can happen in only one day. People can change. Crazy shit can happen. Decisions can be made.
Me, I decided to hike the rest of the way home on foot. Call me crazy, but there’s something mystical about a walk down the highway.
I think about this as I light up a cigarette- Rick had an extra pack and lighter. I take a drag and exhale and I begin to walk northward. I think about my life. I think about Dawn.
I also think about how great it’ll be to show that son of a bitch Stokes how to live a little.
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