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Getting There
by Mat Twassel

Part 1

I figured it was about a four hour drive, most of it on the 
Interstate, to Camp Hoyle, where my son is stationed. Kevin 
had a weekend pass and invited us up to see the place and 
maybe do some fishing. I had our gear in the big chest back in 
the bed of my pickup. The day was warm and sunny, but not 
too hot. Good for driving. We had the windows cranked down - 
no AC in my old Dodge - and a nice breeze blew through the 
cab.

"Are we almost there yet?" Jill said.

She smiled impishly and tossed her sunshine hair in a way that 
let me know she was teasing me. The highway breeze blew her 
mane right back across her face. She wiped the hair away from 
her eyes and smiled at me. What a pretty smile she had, and that 
twinkle in her bright blue eyes. Every time I saw her I fell 
freshly in love.

"It's a hot one, isn't it?" Jill said. "I wish you'd get your radio 
fixed."

"I've been meaning to," I said. "Maybe we could play an 
animal guessing game. I used to play them with Kevin way 
back when. I'm thinking of an animal that is soft and furry."

"It's too hot for animal guess games," Jill said. She took the 
hem of her dress, a short light thing with big blue flowers on it, 
fanned it against her slim thighs. "Did you used to fish with 
Kevin?" she asked.

"Not really," I said. "I remember I used to pitch him baseball 
practice back when he was in Little League. He was a pretty 
good little ball player. Way back when."
 
Jill continued to waggle the dress. "So hot," she said. Suddenly 
I couldn't keep my hands off her. One hand, anyway - the other 
needed to stay on the wheel.

"Be good," Jill said, but I knew she didn't mean it, and it didn't 
take long for my hand to work its way under those big blue 
flowers. The skin of her lovely legs was warm, then cool, then 
warm again, almost hot. 

"Be good," she repeated.

"Yes, we're almost there," I said, and my middle finger strove 
forward, found the furrow, the slippery wet slot.

"Nnnn," she whimpered. "Shouldn't you be ... mmmm ... 
driving?"

"I'm driving you, honey," I said. "You're clit's like a little gear 
shift. First, second, third." I wiggled her little button back and 
forth."

"Oh, oh, oh," she said.

"That's it, baby," I said. "I think we're getting close. A mile 
passed. Then another. My finger circled all the while. Jill's oh's 
grew deeper. Breathier. When I sensed she was about to come, I 
stopped. I curled my hand under and pushed my middle finger 
as far into her cunt as I was able. How could something so 
slippery be so tight? "Just checking the oil," I teased her. I 
could feel her cunt clench - little kitten-like sucks on my finger. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she said. I knew if I touched her clit again she'd 
come. If I moved my finger at all she'd come. I let myself soak 
in her cunt. Her excitement slowly ebbed. I knew it would be 
all the stronger next time. When she was far enough from 
orgasm, I slipped my finger out.

"You're naughty," she said.

"You're naughty," I countered. "Smell." I stuck my finger 
under her nose. "What's it smell like?"

"I don't know," she said.

"You know," I said. "Tell me."

"Me," she said. "It smells like me."

"You can say it," I teased her. "Come on, say it."

"It smells like my pussy," she said.

"Your cunt," I said.

She sighed.

"Come on, say it."

"No," she said.

"I love when you say it."

"Cunt," she said. "My cunt."

"Your sweet sweet cunt," I said. "I love your sweet sweet cunt. 
It smells like a flower. Like a beautiful little flower all filled 
with syrupy fuck juice."

I was going way too fast. But not many troopers out. I eased off 
the accelerator. But not too much. The road was free and clear 
except for a single semi up ahead. I moved into the passing 
lane.

"Put your finger in," I told Jill. "Touch yourself."

"The truck," she said.

"Put it in," I said. "He won't see."

"He will," she said. But she put her finger in anyway. "Hurry," 
she said. "Go fast."

She had her eyes clenched shut. Her lips were pursed. Her 
finger was working.

"That's it, baby," I said. "Make yourself feel good. Make 
yourself come."

Jill has a harder time doing it herself. The touch of her own 
hand doesn't work as well as the touch of someone else's hand. 
My hand. 

I pulled even with the semi. Red Arrow Express the panel said, 
with a picture of a big red bull's-eye. The semi was really 
speeding along. I could have passed, but for some reason I 
didn't. I stayed even, cruising in the cab's shadow. "That's it, 
baby," I said. "You're getting there. A little more. Almost. 
Almost."

I moved my right hand onto her flower print dress. I pulled it 
up. I could see the work of her hand beneath her panties. So 
could the trucker, if he was looking down. Those pale blue 
panties bumped and wiggled with Jill's rapidly working little 
hand, her fingers frigging the tiny bean of her clitoris as she 
struggled to bring herself off. I helped her out. I put some 
pressure on her mons. "Oh, you're gonna come so good," I said. 
"Come for me now, baby. Come."

The pressure of my hand and the soft chant of my words and 
the touch of her own fingers ... it wouldn't be a moment more. 

Her breath grew quick, and then sharp, and then she wailed, a 
long wailing oh. Her fingers stopped. Her hand held fast. I kept 
my hand pressing down, luxuriating in the tremors, one after 
another, a cavalcade of tremors. Then I put my foot on the gas 
pedal and shot past the semi and on down the highway.

"Let me smell," I said some miles later. "Let me smell your 
fingers."

"Uh-uh," she said.

"Don't be shy," I said. 

"I smell too..."

"What?" I asked when she hesitated.

"I smell too cunty," she said.

"Show me," I insisted. I smiled. "I mean it."

She put her fingers under my nose.

"Mmmm," I hummed. "So good." I took her fingers into my 
mouth. I sucked them, swiping and swirling my tongue 
everywhere. I didn't want to let go of her fingers. Eventually I 
did. "I could drink you," I said. "I could drink your cunt 
morning noon and night." 

"You're sweet," she said.

"I'm going to make you come again," I said.

"No," she said.

"Why not?" I asked. "You want to."

"It's too much," she said. "You make me feel ... too much."

"Too much is good," I said.

But I didn't do anything. I just drove.

"You made me feel so good," she said after a while. "A little 
sleepy."

"You can take a little nap," I said. "Go ahead, I don't mind."

She put her head on my shoulder. After a few miles she fell 
asleep.

***

I could feel the highway under us and the bulge of Mike's dick 
against my cheek. It felt good, so big and firm under his pants, 
but I wanted to feel it in my mouth. After I've had a couple of 
orgasms I just love to suck cock. I don't know why that is, but I 
love it. 

I squirmed a little until I could mouth the coarse denim.

"Mmmm," I hummed.

Mike stroked my head. He was gentle, but I knew he was 
excited. I could feel the throb of his cock.

"Hey," I said, turning so I could stare up at him. "How we 
doing?"

"Fine, just fine," Mike said. What a sweetie my guy is. I 
mouthed him again for a while, and then I unsnapped the button 
of his Levis.

"What you doing, hon?"

"Nothing," I said. "You just drive. You just get us there in once 
piece."

"Okay," he said.

I worked the zipper down. That was better. Now his cock had 
more definition. I could see the shape of the head poking up at 
the waistband of his underwear, just a bit blurry from being so 
close. A little more and he'd be out. I gripped the shaft from the 
side with my mouth. The helmet came clear of his briefs. Oh, 
such a plump, plum-shaped cockhead he had. I nuzzled the edge 
of it with my nose. He smelled like the far off sea. A soft 
swollen smell. Waves of sex. I wanted his dick in my mouth so 
bad.

But things were a little cramped. I inched his underwear down. 
His cock, still trapped at the base, rose straight up along his 
belly. I mouthed it from the front, getting at the special spot in 
the wedge. He loved it when I licked him there. I took it slow, 
tasting him, but never getting his whole head into my mouth. I 
knew if I swallowed him he'd come immediately. He was so at 
the edge. Even too much tickling of the front could trigger him. 
He might shoot all the way to the ceiling. I giggled a little bit, 
thinking of his hot come raining down. But I didn't want it in 
my hair. I kept sucking him from the front, but slowly, keeping 
him going, but not letting him go over the edge. The highway 
hummed beneath us.

***

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled over. I eased out from under 
Jill, pulling up my underwear in almost the same motion. "Why 
are we stopping?" Jill asked.

"We're not," I said, getting out, slamming the door, coming 
around the passenger side and opening the door.

"Huh?" said Jill, still half sprawled on the seat.

I pulled her towards the edge. Pulled my pants down just 
enough. Pulled her the rest of the way to me and jammed into 
her hot cunt. So unbelievably good. So fucking hot, so fucking 
slick, so fucking fine. I fucked her hard and fast, slamming 
myself in all the way, burying myself again and again in her 
sweet hot honey pot. She was smiling at me - a soft, faraway 
smile.

"Oh, honey," she said. "Won't someone see?"

"I don't care," I snarled. "I don't fucking care."

I pushed up her dress so I could see her breasts. Little beauties 
with rose tips. The bottom of her flower dress was bunched up 
under her chin. Her little breasts bounced with the motion of 
our fuck. 

A car rushed past.

"Oh, honey," she said. "Please."

"Okay," I said, not sure what I meant. I opened the glove box 
and snatched out a road map. I rattled it open and spread it over 
her. The unfurled map covered her body up to her chin. A 
fringe of flower dress poked out. She had the fringe of dress in 
her mouth. She was sucking it. Her cunt was making squishing 
noises, as if I'd already come, but I hadn't. I was almost too 
excited to come. 

"Uh huh," she said, talking with the dress in her mouth. "That's 
it baby. That's it." The dress wasn't in her mouth any more. She 
was staring at me with her sparkling blue eyes, urging me on, 
urging me to come in her, banging me back with her sweet little 
body, her beautiful titties thrashing under the road map. "Give 
it to me," she was saying. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh, 
Mike, Oh, Mike. Oh, Mike."

I fucked her harder. The truck rocked with our fuck. I wanted to 
come, but I wanted to fuck forever. Her head was thrust back 
now. Her sunshine hair fanned out on the seat. She was 
straining hard for her orgasm.

And then it happened. A blur of everything, but in slow motion. 
Her legs going up, her body bucking off the seat, bucking me 
out of her. And the semi, in a blur of red, rushing past, its air 
horn blaring. And me coming. Emptying myself.

***

Almost as soon as we were back on the highway I had to pee.

"Why didn't you do it while we were stopped?" Mike asked.

"I didn't have to then."

"I think there's a rest stop not too many miles up ahead. I'm 
pretty sure I saw a sign. Unless we already passed it. It was 
hard to concentrate with ... you know?"

Now that he'd gotten off, Mike was suddenly all shy about 
saying sex words. "With me what?" I said just to tease him.

A hint of blush colored his cheeks.

"With me sucking on your dick?" I said.

His blush came on full. Men are so strange.

"A nice dick it was, too," I said. I reached over to give it a little 
squeeze. He tried to bat my hand away.

"What's a matter? Too sensitive now? Come on little dickie, 
come out to play. I won't hurt you." I reached for it again, and 
this time I got my hand on it. Mike knew if he didn't let me, I 
might squeeze really hard. I began fondling the nice little parcel 
of penis.

"Do you have to pee or not?" Mike said

Fooling around almost took my mind off it.

"Cuz there's the sign," Mike said. "Rest stop two miles. See, I 
told you."

Now that he'd reminded me, I could barely hold it.

"Hurry, okay? I have to go really bad. I'd hate to get your seat 
all wet."

Mike can be so considerate. He pulled up to the door to let me 
out, then went off to park. I scooted into the Ladies without 
looking back, fairly flew into the first empty stall, and pulled 
down my panties in the same motion as I sat. The stream came 
immediately. Sometimes it feels so good to pee, especially after 
fucking. After I was through, I just sat there for a while, not 
thinking of anything, just relaxing and feeling good all over. 
Finally I wiped and flushed and pulled up my panties.

At the sinks a girl in tight blue jeans was washing her hands. "I 
bet that felt dang good, huh?" she said. It wasn't a girl - it was a 
young Asian woman with jet black hair and a wide smile. But 
she didn't talk like an Asian woman; she talked like she was 
from Georgia or someplace south.

"Um, yeah," I said.

"I don't just mean the peeing," the woman said. "Though I'm 
sure that felt good too. You're in that beat-up Dodge, right? The 
black pickup."

"Um, yeah," I said.

"Right. I recognize the dress. You've got on pretty blue panties, 
don't you, hon? I seen them back about sixty miles when you 
passed me, when you was jilling off to beat the band."

"Um," I said.

"Got me all hot 'n bothered. Pretty soon I was sitting on a wet 
spot the size of Poontang Pond. Day-uhm! And then back there 
about mile marker 176, what do you know but I seen you again 
- off to the side? Spread out on the seat? My, that looked like 
fun. Did you all hear my honk?"

"Um," I said. "You're the red truck? The Red Bull Express?"

"Red Arrow Express," she said. "Red Bull's some kind of soda 
pop. I ain't never had none. You?"

"Um, no, I don't think so," I said. 

"We'll have to try some together some time, won't we?" She 
wiggled her hands dry. "Okay now, you all take care. See you 
on down the highway."

Mike was waiting for me out in the rest area lobby. How come 
guys can pee so quick? It's not fair. I walked up to him and 
punched him in the shoulder. Hard.

"What was that for?" he said.

"The Red Ball Express," I said. Then I realized I'd gotten the 
name wrong again, and I started giggling.

***


Kevin got us a reservation at a hotel just off the Interstate. A 
nice room with two queen beds and an oversized tub in the 
bathroom. I called Kevin at the base and he said he'd meet us 
out here in time for dinner. "He says he's got a nice surprise for 
us," I told Jill. "But I guess we've got a couple of hours to kill 
before he gets here."

"I'm kind of sleepy," Jill said. "Maybe I'll try out the bath and 
then take a little nap. You know what would be really good? 
Candles. Candles and bubble bath and a bottle of good wine."

"Remember what happened the last time you drank wine?" I 
said.

"That was cuz it was bad wine, honey," she said. "But you're 
right, maybe something not so strong. There's this drink called 
Red, um, Red something. Maybe you could find us some of 
that? And candles. And bubble bath."

I asked in the lobby, and the clerk said there was a liquor store 
not far down the access road. "I don't suppose they have 
candles?" I asked. The clerk smiled. I decided not to ask him 
about bubble bath.

On the way out of the lot, I saw a truck stop convenience center 
on the opposite side of the Interstate. A big sign above the 
window said, Snacks, Bait, Ice Cold Beer. Maybe they'd have 
what I needed. I drove over. This truck stop had almost 
everything. I got ten red candles, some fat and some thin. I got 
a jar of cherry bubble bath. I was so excited to have found it 
that I nearly forgot the beer. I set the bubble bath and the 
candles on the counter off to the side and told the cashier I'd be 
right back. "Sorry, you go ahead," I said to the girl in line 
behind me. Cute girl, but she wasn't a girl at all - she was a 
young Asian woman with a tin of Altoids in her hand, and she 
was grinning at me, a fat sassy smile. "Looks like you all gonna 
have a passel of fun with that stuff," she said. 

"I hope so," I answered her, and then I went off to find the beer.

Red something, Jill had said. I was sure she didn't mean Johnny 
Walker Red. The beer cooler ran the whole back wall. I spent 
some time studying the brands. They had Killians Irish Red and 
something called Red Wolf and something called Red Dog. I 
got a six-pack of each.

Before going back to the motel, I gassed up the pickup, taking 
time to clean the windows. The trusty road map lying on the 
floor caught my eye, and I folded it up and stashed it in the 
glove box. Driving back to the motel, I was thinking about the 
cute Asian girl with the Altoids. Maybe I should have picked up 
a tin for Jill and me. I'd heard that they went really well with 
oral sex. But heck, our oral sex was just fine the way it was. 
Maybe some other time. I carried the three sets of six-packs and 
the sack with the bubble bath and candles through the lobby to 
the elevators. I had one six-pack under my left arm, one six-
pack gripped in my left hand, one six-pack under my right arm, 
and the sack of candles and bubble bath in my right hand. I 
must have looked really awkward. 

With my arms so full, it wouldn't have been easy pressing the 
elevator up button, but the button was already red. An old 
couple and another guy were waiting. "It seems to be stuck," 
the guy said. Everyone was staring at the red button. "Both of 
them seem to be stuck," the old woman said. "Maybe the 
electricity is out." "Now, dear, that doesn't make sense," said 
the old man. "Look, all the lights are on." "Maybe they have 
special electricity for the elevators," the old woman said. "Like 
AC DC?" she added. "Yes, dear, but the elevator button is lit," 
the old man said. "Then we'll just have to be patient," the old 
woman said.

I wasn't feeling too patient. The six packs and the sack of 
candles and bubble bath were getting heavy in my arms. I was 
thinking of setting them down, but I decided to take the stairs 
instead. We were on six, the top floor, but I'm in good shape; I 
could manage the flights. Opening the stairway doors was a 
small challenge. I had to set down the sack of candles and 
bubble bath and the six-pack in my right hand, hold the candles 
and bubble bath sack in my teeth, twist the door handle, then 
push the door open with my butt and pick up the third six-pack. 
A one-man three-ring circus, I thought. By the third floor I 
decided to see if the elevator was working yet. Two buttons, up 
and down, neither lit. I set the one six-pack down, pressed the 
up button, picked up the six-pack, and waited. Amazingly, the 
elevator door on the left slid open. I stepped in.

Someone was there. The guy had his back to the door. It took 
me a moment to realize another someone was kneeling at his 
feet. Quickly she stood up. The guy turned, zipping up at the 
same time. 

"Hi, Dad," he said. He held out his hand to shake, but I had six-
packs in both of my hands. I couldn't say anything because of 
the candles and bubble bath sack. "Oh," Kevin said, "Dad, I'd 
like you to meet Molly." He beamed at the Asian girl standing 
next to him now, the girl from the convenience store.

"Heh-wo," she mumbled, as if her mouth were also full.

I nodded at her, the candle and bubble bath sack wagging from 
my mouth. The elevator made its way up to six. 

"You surprised us, Dad," Kevin said. "Who pushes the up 
button from two?" He chuckled. The elevator door opened. 
Kevin and Molly started to step out. "Wait," I said. The sound 
came out muffled through the paper sack in my teeth. "Don't 
you want those?" My eyes pointed to the elevator floor, to the 
tin of Altoids resting innocently in the corner. 

"Dank you," Molly said. Hastily she bent to pick up the tin. I 
couldn't help notice what a nice little ass she had. Meanwhile 
the elevator door had started to slide shut, but Kevin blocked it 
with his foot. "Guess we've gone down enough for one 
afternoon, eh, Dad?"

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I followed 
Kevin and Molly down the hall. "Our rooms should be right 
together," Kevin said. "You and Jill are all checked in, right?"

"Right," I mumbled through the sack. I was going to have to set 
something down to get my keycard out of my jean's pocket. 
The sack was starting to get soggy in my mouth. 

"Key in your pocket, Dad?" Kevin asked. "Here, let me get it." 
But he was standing on the wrong side.

"Other pocket," I mumbled.

"Molly?" Kevin said.

And before I could react, Molly's little hand slipped into my 
pocket. Her hand was only in there for an instant, but long 
enough to start an erection. I tried to will myself down. Molly 
handed the key to Kevin, brushing me with her body as she did. 
My skin was aflame. Kevin slid the key into the slot, pushed the 
door open, and stepped into the room, Molly at his heels. They 
stopped abruptly. I almost ran into Molly. I could see clearly 
over her head. 

Jill, stretched out on the nearest bed. Asleep. Her beautiful body 
bare.

***

I awoke to someone stroking my bottom. Soft, pleasant strokes. 
"Mmmm," I sighed. It felt good. I half turned to see Mike, 
sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I must have dozed off," I said. "You made me so sleepy."

"Me!" Mike exclaimed. "I think you did it yourself."

"I had such a weird dream," I said. "Vivid and strange, the way 
afternoon nap dreams often are. You were in it."

"Me?" Mike said again. His hand was back on my ass, making 
slow circling motions. 

I laughed, thinking of the dream. "You asked me if I wanted a 
motorcycle ride. I said sure, but we were out in the parking lot, 
and there was no motorcycle. For a moment I thought it must 
have been stolen, but then you were taking off my shirt, 
because I was the motorcycle. Then you took off my pants and 
you rode me, and I really was a motorcycle. It felt good to have 
you on me, riding me through a field of flowers. It was bumpy, 
but you kept asking me to go faster. Faster and faster I went, 
and I thought you might fall off, but you didn't. It was fun. But 
then we arrived at the rodeo. 'We're here,' you said, and you 
hopped off me, and my shirt and pants were back on. I was a 
little sad not to be a motorcycle anymore. 'Now you get to ride 
the bull,' you told me. Inside the pen was a huge red bull, 
snorting and stomping. 'Don't be afraid,' you said, and you set 
me on its back. I didn't see how I could ride the bull, because I 
had nothing to hold on to. The bull started bucking. It was 
bouncing wildly, trying to shake me off, but somehow I held 
on. And I realized that you were the big red bull. You were 
getting madder and madder, bucking wilder and wilder, and I 
could sense your big bull penis and your big bull balls bouncing 
around under you, flopping wildly back and forth, but I was 
light as an angel on your back. You might as well try to buck 
off sunlight."

"And then what happened?" Mike asked.

"Nothing," I said. "That's when the dream ended.

Mike's hand was still on my bottom, still stroking. Sometimes 
he'd slide a finger between my ass cheeks, dipping briefly 
against my asshole - just a kiss of his fingertip and then he'd 
slide it away. It tingled, and I almost wanted him to touch me 
more, to touch me harder, to go in a little ways. I knew if his 
fingertip went further, down to my pussy, he'd find it wet and 
open and wanting. I didn't tell him that when I was riding him 
when he was the bull in the dream that I was coming. I'm not 
sure if I was coming just in the dream or coming in the dream 
and for real. As long as I was coming I wouldn't fall, even 
though come juice was pouring out of me, making his big red 
bull back slipperier and slipperier. I think that's what they call a 
paradox. Next time Mike's finger grazed my asshole, I gave a 
little squeeze, almost as if I were trying to catch his fingertip. 
Maybe I was trying to catch his fingertip, but he was too quick. 
Or he didn't get the hint. His hand moved back to the fat part of 
my ass, stroking and stroking. That felt good, too, so I didn't 
complain. I just enjoyed it and waited for his fingertip again.

But his fingertip didn't come. Instead he slapped me. A hard 
stinging slap. "Ow."

"Time to get up," Mike said. "Kevin's here. Kevin and his 
surprise."

"Here?" I exclaimed. "Now? Why didn't you tell me? Holy 
shit."

"He's next door," Mike said. "The room next to ours. We're 
going to meet over there for dinner. Room service on their 
balcony."

"Holy shit," I said. "I have to get ready. I have to get cleaned 
up. I must reek of sex."

"Calm down," Mike said. "You smell great." 

"I stink," I said.

"No way," Mike said, and he wrestled me over and burrowed 
his head between my legs. "Don't worry, I'll clean you off." 
His tongue lapped the length of my slit. "Mmmm," he said. 
"What a sweet sweet pussy you have. What a lovely kitty-cat 
cunt." He licked and lapped, and for a moment I almost gave in 
to the pleasure of it. But I knew I needed a shower, even if he 
didn't. I twisted hard, escaping him for the moment.

But before I could get off the bed, he grabbed me. He hoisted 
me up like I was a little girl. "Okay, kiddo," he said. "If it's a 
bath you want, it's a bath you're gonna get." 

He carried me into the bathroom. The big tub was filled with 
pinkish bubbles. Candles were blazing. Mike dumped me into 
the bath. The water was hot but not too hot. I sank down, 
immediately as relaxed as I have ever been, and I let Mike 
scrub me clean. He was firm but gentle. He rubbed me 
everywhere, being gentle between my legs. Gentle, but firm, 
and after a while I realized he was spending more time there 
than was necessary, circling my clit lazily. I didn't mind. I was 
totally relaxed. So it surprised me when I came. It was the most 
relaxing come I'd ever had. I imagined the bubbles were all 
bubbles of come, and I laughed. "I think I'm all clean now," I 
said.

"Not quite," Mike said. He pressed his fingertip into my 
asshole. It went in easily. It went in all the way. I felt so 
suddenly full, but also relaxed. I swooned with pleasure and 
sank beneath the bubbles. I sprang up, in a small panic now. 
There would just be time to rinse and dry my hair. I was going 
to have to go with a wild look, but so what?

A few minutes later, the blast and buff of the hair drying going 
in my ears, I thought, oh, shit, I didn't ask about Kevin. How 
selfish can I be? "How's Kevin?" I yelled, but Mike was 
somewhere outside the bathroom, and I couldn't be heard over 
the drone of the hairdryer. A moment later he came into the 
bathroom. 

"Let's go," he said.

"But I haven't even figured out what to wear."

"Wear what you had on," he said. "The suitcase is still in the 
truck. 

"Can you go get it?"

"Just put on that dress and let's go," he said. "It's only Kevin. 
It's only next door."

"Well, I'm not wearing these smelly panties," I told him.

"Fine," he said. "Put on the dress, and let's go."

I don't know why I let him convince me. A moment later I was 
in the motel hallway, waiting at the door next door, wearing 
nothing but the light summer dress. And it wasn't fine - a 
moment after Mike knocked, the door opened up, and it wasn't 
Kevin at all, it was that little Asian girl from the Interstate rest 
area. About the only good thing, if it can be called good, is that 
she was wearing even less than I was ... if you count square 
inches of cloth. A string bikini with the teeniest patch of pale 
material barely covered the soft swell of her little poon. She 
must have been shaven bare down there; I couldn't wear 
something that low without showing half my fluff, and my fluff 
is naturally scant and sparse. Her top was a pair of eye patches 
over her girlish tits. I'm not well-endowed at all, but her little 
apples on an ironing board chest made my boobies look like 
ripe melons, or at least juicy pears.

"Tis a pleasure to meetcha, Jill," she said, her words thoroughly 
oiled with a lush Irish accent. She smiled and took my hand. 
"Kevvie's told me so much about you." Her 'about' sounded like 
'a boot' - I couldn't help but giggle. "I hope you don't mind the 
garb. Kev and I had to try the baths, took a wee dip in the 
drench, we did, and it was fun - not too many childers snapping 
aboot."

"So you've met my Molly," Kevin said. He stood tall behind 
her, his hands at her sides, her hips, stroking her bare skin, 
twanging the dainty string. He beamed at me and Mike. "Didn't 
I catch me a fine fresh fish of a girl?" At these words Molly 
twisted her head back so she could look up at him, and he 
hoisted her up into a mostly sideways and from the top kiss. 
Kevin is six-four, two inches taller than his dad, and this Molly 
couldn't have been more than five-two or -three, a good three 
inches shorter than me. Her belly button was almost even with 
my eyes. Deep and crinkled, her belly button drew me in, and 
then I almost blushed, so deeply sexual it was. The pudgy knot 
in its center begged to be tickled. More than tickled. Licked. 
Poked. Fucked. Indeed so sexual were my thoughts, nay, so 
sexual were the images that flooded my mind - Kevin's tongue 
kissing Molly's belly, drooling kiss juice into that tricky hole - 
okay, I confess, more than that - a man's penis, big and blunt, 
pressing its mushroom head against her navel, pressing and 
coming, filling her belly button with scads of creamy come, all 
this in a split second - that I had to look away. I had to look 
down. I looked down. I saw that Kevin's lift had tightened or 
loosened or shifted Molly's string swimsuit in such a way that 
for an instant the keyhole of her sex revealed itself, an adorable 
slot, with the tiny bulge of clit in the upper notch and the small 
petals etching the material below. Kevin swirled Molly around 
as the kiss continued, swirled her and swirled her, but I was the 
one getting dizzy. Still kissing Molly, still swirling her, Kevin 
led us into the room.

"So you're actually Irish?" I asked Molly, who was sitting on 
one of the beds, while the men stood at the desk near the 
window debating what to order from room service.

Molly shrugged and grinned. "When I'm drinking Irish beer I 
am." She toasted me with the bottle of Killian's. Kevin had 
opened one for me, and I toasted her back. Our bottles didn't 
quite touch, and some of the beer lurched out of mine, flew 
forward, and splotched onto the right eye-patch of her swimsuit 
top.

"Bull's-eye," Molly said.

"I'm sorry," I said. 

"No harm, Molly said. "It'll rinse right off." And in a swift 
motion she'd undone her top, freeing her breasts. "Don't want 
my nipples getting drunk. At least not so early in the evening."

She had big brown nuts of nipples jutting from small circles of 
areolas - so different from mine. I'm pale and pink, with 
smooth, rose-colored halos. 

"Actually I'm a bit of everything," Molly said. "When I do 
karate I'm pure Jap. "Gedan choku tsuke." The words were soft 
but fierce, as pointed as her nipples. "Sokuto keage geri."

I laughed. "What's that mean?"

"It means kick him in the nuts," Molly said. "Want me to show 
you?" Before I could respond she sprang off the bed and into 
the air, her legs kicking out, a slashing scissor of movement. 

"Wow," I said.

"Only I seem to have splashed myself," Molly said. 

Sure enough, several splotches of beer were sliding down 
Molly's shoulder and upper breast. The foamy trickle touched 
her nipple. "Begob it tingles nice," she said. "Looks like my 
diddy's bound and determined to get fluthering sloshed." With 
that, Molly tilted the bottle to her chest, pressed the opening 
tight against her nipple, and tilted it further up. When she tipped 
the bottle back, more beer gurgled out.

"Kevvy, help," Molly cried out. "I'm all wet. All wet and a 
little tipsy, too."

"Oh, girl," Kevin said, striding across the room. "Well, we 
mustn't waste it." And Kevin took Molly's whole breast in his 
mouth. With Mike and me watching, he sucked long and loud.

***

Part 2

When the room service guy arrived, both Molly's breasts 
glistened with wet. "Why don't you wheel the tray onto the 
balcony?" she told him, making no move to cover up. I was 
glad in a way - Molly's bare breasts distracted everyone's 
attention from my hard-on. Everyone's but mine, I guess. 
Everyone but mine and Molly's, maybe. Her impish smile 
touched my groin. As we settled down to eat, I said to Molly, 
"So Kevin tells me you're a truck driver. What kind of stuff do 
you carry?"

"This trip's condoms," Molly said. "The hijacker boosts me 
gets a jillion years of safe sex."

All through dinner my erection raged.

***

"That was good," Kevin said. "Anyone up for dessert? Another 
beer? Uh-oh, no more left."

"There's plenty of Red Dog right next door," Mike said. "And 
Red Wolf, too. I'll go fetch them."

"Me help," Molly said. "Me know where key is. White man 
follow me." Molly, still topless, took Mike's hand and led him 
out into the hall.

Kevin and I cleaned up a little. "She's really something, ain't 
she?" Kevin said.

"Where'd you meet here?"

"She was delivering stuff to the base. I was on unload detail. 
One thing led to another."

"She seems ... nice."

"I love her," Kevin said. "I love her so much. It makes me 
realize about you and Dad. It makes me ... I don't know."

"I know," I said.

"So what do you think's keeping the beer?"

"I don't know," I said. In my mind I saw Mike and Molly 
kissing.

"Do you think we should organize a search party?"

"I don't know," I said again.

"Between the two of us," Kevin started to say, but then they 
were back.

"I see the hunt was successful," Kevin said. 

"Mighty warriors bag heap plenty sustenance," Mike said, 
holding six-packs of Red Dog and Red Wolf above his head. 
"Who wants what?"

"I think I'm a wolf man," Kevin said.

"Which is better?" I asked.

"The hair of the dog," Mike said.

"I never knew what that meant," I said.

"Let's do a taste test," Molly said.

"Taste test," Kevin echoed.

"With blindfolds," Molly said. "Blindfolds and belts."

"Why?" I said.

"No glasses," Molly said. 

"But the shape of the bottle," Kevin said.

"True," Molly said. She was already lying down on one of the 
beds. "Turn around," she told me.

"Huh?" I said.

"Turn around so you can't see," she said.

"Unless you want the blindfold," Kevin said.

"And the belt," Molly added.

I turned around. I could heard the pfft of a bottle being opened.

"Okay, you can come and taste now," Molly said.

I turned around. At first I didn't see. But then I did. A tiny 
puddle of amber liquid lay in Molly's bellybutton. 

"Taste it," Molly said. "But don't kneel on the bed or you'll 
make me spill. Kev, maybe you'd better hold her."

Kevin's hands took my waist. I bent over. Kevin's hands held 
me. My mouth moved over Molly's belly. I could see the goose 
bumps. I could see the slight tremble. 

"Hurry," Molly said.

My tongue reached out. 

Kevin lowered me more. 

I felt like a little animal at the edge of a pond.

I drank.

Molly put her hands over my head. She pressed me against her 
firm little belly. She knew all my secrets.

"How was it," Mike asked.

"Good," I said.

"Tickly," Molly said.

"Good and tickly," I said. 

"Yeah, but at that rate it'll take us a jillion years to finish the 
bottle," Kevin said. He picked the empty bottle from the desk 
and brought it to his mouth. I could see his throat working. 
Gulp, gulp, gulp. When he set the bottle on the desk it made a 
hollow clunk. Pfft, pfft, pfft, he opened more bottles. "Fuck the 
test. Let's drink. Wolves all around."

***

Kevin and Molly were going down to the pool for a little dip. 
They asked us if we didn't want to make it a foursome, but Jill 
said she was a little too tired and tipsy. "You go if you want, 
Mike," she told me.

"Naw, that's okay, I'm a little beat, too," I said. "We'll catch 
you guys bright and early tomorrow. Cracker dawn - so don't 
stay up too late."

Back in the room I asked Jill if she wanted a bath. "There's 
some life left in a few of the candles," I said. And almost half a 
bottle of those cherry bubbles."

"You don't mind if I just turn in," Jill said.

"Okay," I said. "I guess I'll take a quick shower first."

The water rained down. I unwrapped the little packet of motel 
soap. I soaped myself. I soaped myself good and hard, and let 
the water run hotter and hotter. I thought about Kevin and 
Molly down in the pool. The soap circled my chest, my belly. I 
thought about Molly and me after dinner getting the beer, 
Molly's impish smile as she stood bare-breasted in the hallway. 
I moved the soap to my backside.

"You aren't afraid someone will see?" I said.

"Not much to see," she said.

"Oh, I don't know," I said.

"Want me to get the key?" she said. Her hand was already 
moving towards my jean's pocket.

I chuckled. "My hands are free now. I'm sure I can manage."

But she caught my hand with hers. She took my other hand, too. 
She brought both my hands to her breasts. "There," she said. 
"Now your hands are full."

I could almost feel her nipples buzzing against my palms like 
fat bees. Her hand was in my pocket fishing for the key card. I 
could feel the card scrape against the side of my penis. Molly 
grinned at me. The card moved along my length. "It seems to 
be stuck," she said. 

"Molly," I said.

"Would you like me to take it out?" she said.

"Molly," I said.

"Whatever you say," she said.

"I think we need to get the beer," I said.

She took the key card out of my pocket and turned to the door, 
leaving me standing there with my palms out as if I were being 
mugged.

She glanced back at me. "Is that what they call caught red-
handed?" she asked. "Come on in."

I went to the mini-fridge and took out the two six-packs. When 
I turned, Molly was scraping the key card against one of her 
nipples. "Do you think Jill likes me?" she asked. Before I could 
answer, she asked, "Do you like me?"

"Sure," I said.

"You know what one of my fantasies is?" Now she was 
scraping the key card against her other nipple.

"What?" I said helplessly.

"Two guys at once," she said. "Maybe twins. Maybe father and 
son. Front and back. Can you imagine what it must feel like, 
both of them deep inside, pressing up almost against each 
other? Which do you think you'd rather be? Front? Or back?"

White froth covered my body. The soap was down to nothing. 
Somehow it had disappeared. I rinsed off. It took a lot of 
rinsing. 

I dried myself with the fluffy white towel and stepped into the 
bedroom. At first I thought Jill was asleep, but when I got near 
the bed she stirred.

"Listen," she said.

I listened. We could hear the sounds from next door. Kevin and 
Molly. The muffled sounds of sex. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh 
baby." That was Kevin, repeating it over and over. 

"It sounds like ..."

"Hush," Jill said.

I was going to say it sounded like she was sucking his cock, but 
then I heard what must have been Molly. Little keening noises 
were coming through the wall. Almost like a small animal 
caught in a trap. Wolves worrying a baby rabbit. "Oh baby, oh 
baby," Kevin kept saying. "Aehh, aehh, aehh," Molly kept 
answering.

"How long have they been - "

"Hush," Jill said. She put her finger to her lips.

She looked up at me. Then she looked down. Her eyes were 
level with my cock. The bed with the pillow put her head just 
there. She took her finger from her lips and touched it to the tip 
of my cock.

Usually when Jill gives me a blowjob, I'm lying on the bed or 
sitting in a chair and she has complete control. I love that. This 
was going to be different. I put my cock against her lips. I 
caressed her face with my fingertips. I caressed her face with 
my cock. I covered every part of her beautiful face with the 
head of my penis. I pressed it gently against her lips, eased her 
smile apart, and waggled my cock against the tip of her tongue. 
I fed more of my cock into her mouth, filling her there. I traced 
my fingertips over her jaw and into her ear and I fucked her 
mouth as slowly as I could. Her eyes were lewd pools. Her eyes 
made me come. It was so good. The juice filled her mouth. The 
juice and my cock. I didn't soften right away. I continued to 
fuck her slowly. She sucked a little, enough to keep me stiff. 
Enough so that the mouth-fuck made sticky noises - the soft 
smack of come against cock.

Next door the sex sounds continued unabated. I'd lost track of 
them. I wondered if we had been loud enough for them to hear. 
Probably not. I didn't remember either of us making a sound. 
Just those little mouth fuck noises. 

I climbed over Jill and spooned into her, holding her breasts, 
kissing her neck. We lay there quietly, listening to Kevin and 
Molly fuck. After a while my cock stiffened enough so I could 
push it into Jill's cunt from behind. She was so wet, I sank in 
easily, but we didn't fuck, we just lay there.

"Ah, ah, ow-wooooo," someone said, not quite a cry, not quite 
a howl. I couldn't tell if it was Kevin or Molly. I couldn't tell 
whether the wolf had swallowed the bunny or the other way 
around. Maybe they had swallowed each other. Then it was 
quiet. I lay still, deep inside Jill. I fell asleep.

***

Mike and I got up early. I took a long shower and Mike took a 
quickie. 

"It's awfully quiet over there," I said to Mike as we slipped into 
the hallway. "You told them crack of dawn. I hope they're not 
sleeping in."

Mike tapped on the door. No answer. 

"Let me in, let me in," Mike said, knocking louder. "Or I'll huff 
and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in."

Still no answer.

Mike pounded on the door. "Come on, guys. We don't want to 
keep the fishies waiting."

"Maybe there not in there," I suggested. "Maybe they went 
down to breakfast. Maybe they're getting in an early swim."

Mike and I walked through the lobby. No sign of them there, 
and no sign of them in the coffee shop. "I guess we'd better 
check out the pool," Mike said.

The pool door was locked. The big windows were steamed up. I 
made a circle in the glass and peered through. "I'm pretty sure 
it's empty," I said. "Maybe they're still up in their room. 
Maybe they were in the shower and didn't hear us knock."

"Want some breakfast?" Mike asked me.

Just then who should we see but Kevin walking towards us 
down the hallway.

"Ah, there you are. Been looking all over for you. The pool's 
closed. We gotta hit the road. Molly's got a cooler with 
doughnuts and beer for the way. She's waiting out by your 
truck."

"Beer for breakfast?" Mike said. "Kevin, I don't know about 
you."

"There's coffee too," Kevin said.

I followed the men out to the truck. The sun was starting to 
come up. Only the faintest chill in the air. I felt some goose 
bumps on my bare arms, but it was going to be another hot one. 
Maybe wearing jeans was a mistake.

"It's going to be a tight squeeze," Kevin said when Mike 
unlocked the pickup. "Cozy."

"We didn't plan on..." Mike started to say, then he stopped 
himself. 

"It's okay," Molly said. "Plenty of room. Jill, you can sit in the 
middle. I can sit on Kevvy's lap. I'm light as a feather."

"Just don't eat too many doughnuts," Kevin said.

"Dibs on the cream filled," Molly said. "Oh, and good 
morning." She hugged me. "Did you guys sleep well? I sure 
did! I feel so refreshed. So perky. Go on, get in there."

I stepped up in the cab, and Molly actually gave my butt a push. 
Pretty soon we were all settled in, me in the middle, Mike 
driving, and Molly sitting on Kevin's lap.

"So where is the special fishing hole?" Mike asked.

"Somewhere past Breedlove," Kevin said.

"Breedlove?" Mike said.

"Just take the Interstate up to ... um ... I can't remember the 
name of the town. You got a map?"

"In the glove box," Mike said.

I started to reach for the glove compartment, but Molly beat me 
to it. "I'm good with maps," she said as she unfolded it. "Holy 
mackerel, look at this."

"What?" Kevin said

Just a glance told me.

"Looks like someone spilled baby food on it," Molly said. "All 
dried up and crusty." 

"Maybe they're lakes," I said. "Like little ponds or something."

"If those is lakes they's bone dry," Molly said.

"Let me see," Kevin said. "Hm, some of these is right where 
we're going."

"I'm sorry," Mike said. "I guess we had a little accident. I guess 
we spilled some stuff."

"Not so little," Molly said. "Looks like you wiped out pretty 
near half the county. Jeepers."

"Anyone want a doughnut?" I said.

"Got any powdered?" Kevin asked.

"They're so messy," Molly said.

"So?" Kevin said.

"You'll get powder all over my shorts."

"You could take the shorts off," Kevin said.

"You could use the map to cover..." I started to suggest.

"Or maybe both," Molly said. Quicker than I would have 
thought possible, she squirmed out of her shorts. "There ... that 
feels comfy," and she covered herself with the spread out map, 
but not before I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. That 
little keyhole, fringed by a trace of dark down.

"So where am I going?" Mike said.

"Just take this up to Fulton," Kevin said. "Bout forty miles."

Molly was doing something under the map. "There. That's 
better," she said.

"What happens when we get to Fulton?" Mike said.

"We ... uh ... oh, baby ... we ..." Kevin said. "We get off."

"If we don't get off before then," Molly said. Little earthquakes 
rattled across the map. The sun was up now, blazing through 
the side window. It was quiet in the cab. Just the hum of road 
noise. The shy squeak of slow, sitting down sex.

I couldn't help staring at the map.

"It's not cuz we care whether you see," Molly said. "We just 
want to share the road with you."

While I tried to make sense of that, Molly said, "Why don't you 
put on some music?" 

"The radio's busted," Mike said.

"Want me to tell you all a story?" Molly said. "Something to 
help pass the time?"

It seemed like they were passing the time just fine, but I said, 
"Sure." 

"Want to hear about my first time?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She just started in.

"Up in the mountains. The air was cold and clean. The wasn't 
much heat in the big room. The elders were all there. No 
women. Just me. My groom held my hand. He led me in. I was 
all brown from a summer in the sun. I could feel the elders' 
eyes on my skin. I could feel my nipples getting tight under my 
gown. Some of the elders were the fathers of my playmates, the 
girls I grew up with, but it was as if I were seeing them for the 
first time. They wore heavy clothes and heavy gray beards and 
full fur caps. More furs were heaped upon the floor, a huge 
mound not quite in the center of the room. The men waited. For 
a moment, it seemed no one knew what to do.

"My groomed looked over at his friend. His friend seemed 
somber and unsure, but he stepped forward. He wouldn't look 
in my eyes. The friend pulled something out of his pants' 
pocket. A condom. He showed it to my groom. 

"'Should I put this on?' he asked.

"The condom was yellow as pale wax. 'No,' my groom said. 
He handed his friend a different condom. This one was white 
and sleek, like the enamel skin of a stove or a refrigerator. But 
the head of it had a nose and eyes and ears, all of black. It 
looked like Mickey Mouse. I almost giggled.

"My groom lifted my arms to pull my gown over my head the 
way my mother used to before bed. 'Time to skin the old 
rabbit,' she'd said. My groom didn't say anything. My gown 
whispered across my nipples. The elders' stern eyes warmed 
my little bush. I could feel myself melting inside. I stood up 
straight and tall, but a moment later my groom laid me back on 
the bed of furs. 

"I sank into their softness. I didn't know whether to keep my 
eyes open. I kept them closed, but I knew to let my legs fall 
apart.

"I felt hands at my sides. My groom's friend's hands. They felt 
warm. That must mean I'm cold, I thought. I was wondering if 
he would kiss me, when I felt him. A dull pressure. A push. An 
opening. It didn't hurt. It didn't feel like anything. I wanted it to 
hurt or feel good, but it didn't do either. It just was - something 
happening. I wanted to cry out, but I was numb everywhere. 
The mouse burrowed deep, a single slow sinking, like a heavy 
stone gliding through deep water, and then he pulled out. The 
pulling out was smooth, and at the end was a suck. Suddenly I 
felt empty. I opened my eyes. I saw the sheath, the red streaks, 
the heavy bubble of come in the mouse's nose.

"I wasn't sure if I should get up. I started to stand, but I found I 
couldn't move. I was paralyzed. Filled with heavy stones. I lay 
there, watching the elders walk out. The marriage would be a 
month later."

Apparently that was the end of the story. I could picture it. I 
could see those elders. I could see Molly on the bed of furs. In a 
way it seemed more real than us being in this truck. 

I looked over at Molly. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were 
parted. Maybe she was remembering the wedding. Or maybe it 
was just Kevin's cock twitching inside her.

"So did you get married?" I asked.

"Uh, no," she said. "No, that didn't happen."

I was going to ask her why not - what did happen - but before I 
could, she said, "Now you. Tell us your story. Your first time."

I looked at Mike.

"Go ahead, honey," he said. "I'd like to hear."

"It was at a baseball game," I said. "The game was tied going 
into the last inning. The empty seats were dark green, and there 
were empty beer cups and crushed peanut shells all around. The 
sun was out but the wind was cold. I was wearing a sleeveless 
blouse, and I was cold. I would have liked a cup of hot cocoa to 
warm my hands. Or someone to put a heavy coat over my 
shoulders. Or someone to hug me to him and make me warm. 
Make me hot. Someone.

"But the game was close, and then the other team was out and 
this was our last chance.

"The first man up got on. People were stamping their feet. 
'Now you'll see,' someone next to me said.

"The manager came out. He walked slow at first, and then he 
trotted to the mound. He rubbed his hands. Maybe he was cold. 
After he was done talking, he ran back to the dugout."

While I was telling the story, I unzipped Mike's pants. I took 
his cock out. I stroked it, but very slowly. Sometimes I didn't 
stroke it, I just held it.

"The announcer announced a pinch hitter. It was the pitcher 
who'd pitched yesterday, someone told me. 'He's the best 
bunter. He's going to lay down a bunt. You'll see.'"

I put my right hand under the map. I rested it on Molly's leg. 
Her leg felt warm. I kept my other hand on Mike's cock. I gave 
it a little squeeze and at the same time squeezed Molly's leg.

"The new batter did try to bunt, but he missed it. The runner 
had gone too far. But he didn't turn around, he just kept going. 
He slid into second base. It was a head-first slide. His uniform 
shirt was all dirty. He dusted himself off, but it was still dirty. 
He was safe, though. 'You see, you see!' someone shouted.

"I looked out at the flags in the outfield. The wind had really 
picked up. The flags were rippling, fully unfurled in the stiff 
wind.

"'He's going to bunt again,' someone said. 'Get him down to 
third. Then all we'll need is the sacrifice fly.'"

I moved my hand to Molly's thigh. The flesh there was a little 
softer. I compared the firmness of her inner thigh with the 
firmness of Mike's cock. Mike's cock was a little firmer, a little 
warmer. I moved my fingers along Molly's thigh, towards 
where it was warmer.

"The batter did try to bunt again, and again he missed. I could 
hear the groan of the crowd when the ball smacked the 
catcher's mitt. Then it was quiet. Just the sound of the flags 
being battered by the heavy wind. 'Two strikes, he won't bunt 
now,' someone said. 'All it takes is a single.'"

My fingertips touched Molly's down. The damp hairs. I moved 
my fingertips up a little, where she was bare, and then down, 
where it was damp. Where it was wet.

"The pitcher took a long time deciding what to do. He shook off 
several signals, and then he stepped off the mound. When he 
stepped back onto the mound, the batter stepped out of the 
box."

I fingered Molly's petals, soft and wet and tight, and the curl of 
Kevin's cock hair, and the rim of Molly's cunt where Kevin's 
cock was sunk. Molly leaned back so I could feel her pee place 
and her clit bump.

"At last the pitcher pitched. The batter bunted again, and missed 
again, and took off towards first base. The catcher sprang up 
out of his crouch and gestured as if he didn't know what was 
going on, but then he threw the ball to first."

I ruffled my finger over Molly's clit bump and her pee place 
and Kevin's cock. I frigged them fast, and my wrist made the 
map rattle. I frigged Mike's cock, too. My hands had to go 
together. One speed. Fast.

"The ball got to first base before the runner, and the first 
baseman caught it, but the runner didn't stop. He kept running, 
racing now towards second base. Meanwhile the runner on 
second base had taken third and now was headed for home. But 
the first baseman paused. He looked toward second base first. 
And then he threw home. The wind was swirling everything. 
Beer cups were flying through the air."

I could feel Kevin coming, deep inside Molly's cunt. I could 
feel Molly coming, too. The sharp contractions of her orgasm 
went on and on. The map was lost. The truck swerved. Horns 
blared.

"What was that?" Kevin said.

"Did you hit something?" Molly said.

"It's okay," Mike said. "I just missed the turnoff is all."

Everyone took a deep breath. Some of Mike's jizz was on my 
fist. My other hand was still massaging Molly's mound. As far 
as I could tell, Kevin's penis was still up inside her. I took my 
hand off Kevin's cock and put the jizz covered part of it to 
Molly's lips. She tasted it. She started sucking on my hand. Her 
tongue tickled.

"What do we do now?" Mike said.

"We keep going," I told him.

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Getting There
by Mat Twassel

An illustrated version of this  story first appeared in Ruthie's Club
 ( http://www.ruthiesclub.com/ ) in January 2007.

Also, please note:

"Laura's Toes," a collection of more than 100 erotic miniatures 
by Mat Twassel, is now available as a download. 
http://www.lulu.com/content/228827 

For each copy of "Laura's Toes" purchased between now and the
end of this year (download or paperback), I will donate $1 to asstr-mirror.org.

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