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From: "GM TH" <gmth@literotica.org>
Subject: {ASSM} Keep on Truckin' (MMF, cons, exhib, voy, oral, toys) by GMTH
Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 11:10:06 -0500
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(c) 2002 by GMTH
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gmth@literotica.org

*****

I hate night clubs. They're so loud, so smoky, so expensive.
Yawning behind my hand, I glance at the clock over the bar for
the thousandth time, lamenting the fact that if tonight wasn't
your best friend's birthday, we could be doing something we
really enjoyed instead of being stuck in this nasty place. We
could be watching the basketball game, or checking out the new
Russell Crowe movie. Or.... we could be in bed. 

Hey, there's an idea. It finally dawns on me how I might be able
to get you thinking of heading out. 

The room is pretty dark, and no one is paying attention as I put
my glass down and slip my hands under the table. I reach into
your lap and begin tracing the soft swell in the front of your
slacks with my fingertips. Your back stiffens at the first touch,
and for a moment I think you're going to pull away. Instead, you
surreptitiously place your hand over mine and guide it to the
places where you are most sensitive. 

I lean forward and speak directly into your ear. "I want to fuck
you. Right now." And I can tell from the boner that has developed
in my hand that you want the same thing I want. We stay only long
enough for your erection to subside, then throw a few dollars on
the table and make our apologies for being the first ones to
leave the party. 

When we finally stumble outside and gratefully gulp down a few
deep breaths of fresh air, it's quite late. I ask you to put the
top down on the convertible so we can enjoy the warm spring
evening. By the time we hit the Interstate, few cars are on the
road to spoil our view of the scattering of stars with their
headlights. 

We have a long drive home, and neither of us is patient enough to
wait. You encourage me to get more comfortable. So I unbutton my
blouse and unhook my bra, exposing my breasts to the night air
rushing over the car. Then I hike my skirt up around my hips and
slip out of my panties. 

Settling back with my head against the headrest and one foot up
on the dashboard, I begin to touch myself, fingering my slit and
rubbing my clit. Your eyes move swiftly from the road ahead to
the dark area between my legs and back again as you encourage me
to fuck myself faster. My cries of pleasure are lost in the wind
as I brush my fingers over my hard nipples. I feel your hand
between my legs as your fingers join mine in tapping on my clit
and filling my wet gash. I reach into my purse and hand you the
dildo I have concealed there. One hand on the steering wheel, you
jam it deep into my soaking pussy, deep enough that the vibrating
knob at its base sends shockwaves through my clit with every
thrust. 

A truck pulls up alongside the car, and when I glance up I can
see the driver looking down at us. I know he can see the dildo
disappearing up my hungry slit, and I am totally turned on. You,
on the other hand, are too horny to wait any longer so you speed
up and decide to pull over at the next rest stop. 

The parking lot is deserted, and you bring the car to a stop near
a streetlight. The rhythmic chirping of crickets provides a
soundtrack as we kiss, our tongues darting into each other's
mouths. You cup my breasts in your hands, kneading the taut
nipples with the creases of your palms. I fumble at your zipper
and release your aching cock. It's incredibly hard, yet the skin
feels like warm silk, especially at the head. I caress it with my
fingertips while you ease your seat back as far as it will go,
then bend over and take it in my mouth. 

I swirl my tongue around the tip a few times and tease it with my
lips before allowing you to push my head down the length of it. I
make a tight ring around the base with my thumb and index finger,
then use that ring to milk it up and down in rhythm with my
mouth, sucking and licking as I go. You press harder on the back
of my head, and, arching your hips up off the seat, urge me to
take it deeper, deeper into my throat. Incredibly, it seems to
get harder in my mouth as I go, and I can taste the salty drop of
pre-cum forming at the tip. Just as you are reaching the point of
no return, you back me off and whisper urgently that you want to
taste my pussy first. 

As I sit up, the sound of a truck approaching drowns out the
symphony of crickets. We look up to see the same truck that
pulled up alongside us on the highway rolling into the rest stop.
We smile at each other in anticipation of having an audience. 

I'm ready to perform now. Bracing my feet on either side of you,
I stand up on the seat, then place one foot on the passenger side
seat back, spreading my swollen pussy lips with my fingers. Then
I lower myself down onto your eager mouth and moan loudly as your
tongue sinks into me like a small cock. You grab my ass cheeks in
both hands and go to town on my clit, sucking it and fucking me
with your tongue while I grind myself against your face. I cum
once, twice in quick succession until my legs are too weak to
hold my weight any longer. I sink down into your lap, tasting my
own juices on your lips through a deep kiss. All the while, the
trucker has been watching us, his big cock in his hand while he
strokes it madly. 

Finally, it's time. I straddle your hips while you hold your hard
dick straight up away from your body. I impale myself with it and
we buck against each other while you tug on one of my puckered
nipples with your teeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the
trucker edging closer to the car until he is standing right
alongside us. I surprise all three of us by turning my head and
drawing his cock into my mouth. We move together faster and
faster, driven by need. As you groan and I feel you spurting your
hot juices inside me, the trucker pulls out of my mouth and
splatters my chest with his cum. 

Without saying a word, the stranger tucks his glistening dick
back into his pants and strolls back toward his truck. He may be
done, but you and I have just started. "That's enough foreplay,"
you say huskily. "Let's get home and get serious." 


GMTH

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