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-=[ One Way Trip ]=-
When I was a student at a university in New England, I had an experience
that I have never been able to duplicate. Perhaps if I write about it,
I will once again vicariously relive what was the wildest sexual
experience of my life.
My second year at school was drawing to a close. Summer was only a few
weeks away and I was cramming for my finals. I had planned on staying
in Boston and taking summer classes, but none of the courses I needed
were available, so I decided to return to my home in California and
help my father out with his business.
Always on a tight budget, I got into the habit of stopping off at the
bulletin board outside the Rathskeller to see if I could catch a ride
to California. I hoped to hook up with someone willing to let me share
the driving in exchange for a ride. I had just about given up when I
struck pay-dirt.
The ad read something like this: "Married couple seeks two or three
students to help us drive our RV to California. Must be excellent
drivers with clean driving records. Non-smokers only."
I tore off one of the phone number tabs and called as soon as I got to
my apartment. The man I spoke to said he was definitely interested and
suggested we meet at the Rathskeller for lunch the following day. He
gave a good description of himself and his wife, so I didn't have any
trouble spotting them when they walked in the door.
They insisted on buying my lunch, and as we ate, I sized them up. They
were a sharp-looking couple in their early to mid-forties. Wendy, the
wife, reminded me of the Newhart show's Mary Frann. She was tall, very
pretty, and had long blond hair. Frank, the husband, was a nice-looking
guy with a nice tan and a full head of wavy black hair.
"We found a guy in California who will pay top dollar for our RV," Frank
said. "He has already made a deposit, but we have to make delivery. We
plan on driving around the clock, except for meal and refueling stops,
so we can get there before he changes his mind. That's why we need a
couple of guys to help with the driving."
"That sounds great," I said. "I'm headed for LA."
"Perfect, that's where we're headed."
Frank asked about my driving record and asked to see my license. I
assured him that I was an excellent driver and hadn't had any tickets
or accidents. While he studied my license, I noticed Wendy checking me
out. She had a flirtatious little smile on her pretty red lips and I
think she even winked at me. Frank told me he thought I would do just
fine as one of his drivers, and we agreed that he would pick me up at
my apartment on a certain date.
I was ready and champing at the bit when they arrived. Frank introduced
me to Paul, another student he had found to help with the driving.
Frank took the wheel and expertly navigated through the heavy traffic
to begin our three-thousand mile journey. It would be the most
memorable trip of my life.
Frank calculated that it would take about sixty hours to get to our
destination. He planned on driving straight through with short stops
for food and gas. Because we would be on interstate highways, we would
probably have smooth sailing all the way. Once out of the city and onto
the interstate, I took over my first four-hour shift. For such a large
vehicle, the RV was surprisingly easy to drive, and my confidence
increased by the mile. We all hit it off and were soon telling each
other our life stories. Before the first day was over, I felt as though
I had known my companions for years instead of hours.
It was during the afternoon of the second day that things began to
happen. Frank was driving and I was sitting in the seat behind him,
trying to take in the scenery but dozing off more often than not. Wendy
was in the bedroom taking a nap. She didn't like to drive so was just
along for the ride. I was brought out of a light slumber by a tap on
the shoulder. Wendy, dressed only in a terry-cloth robe, whispered in
my ear. "There's room on the bed if you want to take a nap there," she
said.
Any man who has an opportunity to lie next to a beauty like her would be
a damn fool to pass up the chance. Naively assuming that we would only
be napping, I followed her into the cozy bedroom. She lay down on the
bed and patted the space beside her. I stretched out and closed my
eyes. After a few minutes, I sensed that she was watching me. I opened
my eyes to find her on her side next to me, smiling down at me. Her
robe had fallen open and I could see all of one glorious, golden tit.
"My husband hired you and Paul because you're good drivers, but I
approved you because you are good-looking," she said. She slipped her
hand inside my shirt and raked her fingernails across my hairy chest.
"I like hairy-chested men," she whispered. "It's so masculine. How far
down does it go?"
She worked her hand lower, unbuttoning buttons as she went. Her hand
ended up down my pants with her fingernails scratching my pubes. "What
about your husband?" I asked, because by then it was obvious where
things were headed and I was concerned that he might catch us. He was a
big, husky guy, capable of easily beating the daylights out of me.
"Oh, don't worry about him, dear. He's busy driving." She unzipped my
fly and slipped her hand inside. "Oh, that's nice," she purred as she
squeezed my rapidly hardening cock. She played with it for awhile, then
she got to her knees, undid my belt and pulled my pants and shorts
down.
Her soft red lips closed around my hard-on and she began to bob her
head. I was very inexperienced sexually so didn't have much to compare
it to at the time. Now that I am sexually experienced - perhaps more
than I should be - I believe that it was the best blowjob of my life.
In my opinion, the secret to a great blowjob is wetness and Wendy was
salivating as though she were savoring a fine cut of meat. Her mouth
was warm, soft, and very, very wet. I would like to be able to say that
I laid back and enjoyed the experience for an hour, but that would be a
shameless lie. The truth is I shot my load within a minute or two.
"Oh, Wendy, if you don't stop I will have to cum!" She sucked harder and
faster, her head bobbing up and down like a yo-yo. "Oh, Wendy, you're
making me cum! OH, FUCK, WENDY DON'T STOP NOW!"
Wendy didn't bat an eye when I shot my load into her throat. She
continued to suck until I had nothing left to give her. She swallowed
hard a few times, then smiled at me. "I guess it has been awhile for
you. That was a lot of love juice." I couldn't see a trace of cum on
her lips or chin. She had done a very neat job.
"Now why don't you be a dear and go send Paul in?" she said. My heart
sank. I had hoped that I would get to fuck her, so was deeply
disappointed. She noticed my long face and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Don't worry, dear, it is going to be a long trip," she said.
Heartened, I pulled up my pants, straightened my clothes, and went to
get Paul. "Wendy wants to see you," I whispered in his ear. He asked me
what she wanted. "You'll find out soon enough," I said.
As Paul disappeared into the bedroom, I took the seat behind Frank. I
was afraid that if I took the passenger seat and he looked over at me,
he would somehow know that I had had sex with his wife. I felt a surge
of jealousy and glared at the bedroom door. Fifteen or so minutes
passed and then the door opened and Paul emerged, a stunned look on his
face. Apparently, he had ejaculated as prematurely as I had.
"She wants us both," he whispered. With my heart pounding with
excitement, I followed him into the bedroom. I glanced back over my
shoulder at Larry. He was focused on his driving, and if he did know
something was going on, he chose to ignore it. Wendy was lying naked on
the bed, rubbing her blonde pussy and big, round tits. "Get your
clothes off," she ordered. I stripped in record time and waited to be
told what to do. Wendy got on her elbows and knees. "Larry, go around
behind and fuck me. Paul put your cock back in my mouth."
I shoved my aching cock into her hot, wet, tight pussy. It fit like a
glove. When I pulled back, the lips clung to my cock and pulled away
from her body. Her glorious ass defies description. Except for a
freckle or two, I couldn't find a blemish on it. At the other end, Paul
held her blonde head and fucked in and out of her mouth.
Five minutes or so passed, then Wendy pulled away from me and told me to
get on my back. As I did, I noticed that she had restored Paul's
hard-on. I gloated when I saw that he wasn't as well-hung as I am. When
Wendy began lubricating Paul's cock with lotion, I knew what she had in
mind. I could not believe my good fortune. I was on the verge of
experiencing my first double-penetration fuck!
Wendy impaled herself on my cock and humped me for a few minutes. "Suck
don't bite," she said, as she stuffed a big, brown nipple in my mouth.
"I've never fucked anybody in the ass before," Paul confessed. "Well,
just go slow at first. You're going to love it." His balls brushed mine
as he probed for her anus. He worked the head in, waited for a few
seconds until she told him to continue, then worked the shaft in. I
confess that I enjoyed the strange feel of another man's cock rubbing
against mine through the thin membrane separating the two tunnels.
Lacking in experience, Paul and I were very awkward in the beginning.
Wendy quickly straightened us out. "Alternate your strokes, boys." We
tried it and discovered that it worked beautifully. Within a few
minutes, we had mastered the technique and were putting it to her like
professionals. I continued sucking on her nipples until they popped out
like the little plastic timers that come with Thanksgiving turkeys.
I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me when the RV seemed to
be slowing down. Then I realized that it really was slowing down, not
coasting but braking. "Oh, no, just when we are hitting our stride," I
thought. Paul must have been thinking the same thing, because he
stopped thrusting. "Damnit, boys, don't stop now. I'm almost there.
Frank just wants to watch." I think she must have had some way to
signal him when the time was right. Paul and I resumed fucking as the
RV came to a complete stop. Within five seconds of stopping, Frank
burst through the door. "Oh, thank you, baby, I was hoping you would do
a DP for me!" he exclaimed. He was just in time to watch his beautiful
wife shudder through a string of orgasms. Maybe it was his appearance
that set her off. She didn't scream or shout, but a steady stream of
barely intelligible four-letter words streamed from her mouth.
Frank took a seat next to the bed, whipped out his cock, and began
stroking to our performance. A few seconds after Frank's arrival, Paul
lost control and shot his load up her ass. I felt his cock pulsating
against my own and was able to count the spurts. When Paul's cock
slipped out of her ass, her pussy suddenly felt loose. "Out of the way,
Paul. HURRY!" Frank demanded. Frank's cock was thicker than Paul's, and
as it slipped into his wife's ass, her pussy became tighter than ever.
Frank shot his load on the first stroke, but that was fine because his
wife and I were also cumming.
A trip that should have taken three days actually took five because of
the frequent "sex stops". About the only time I was not having sex was
when I was on my four-hour driving shift. Frank, who didn't have our
youthful stamina, petered out somewhere in Kansas, and from then on he
could only watch, take endless fuck pictures, and try to jack off. Paul
and I had our last decent boners at about the Arizona-New Mexico
border, and no matter how long Wendy sucked our cocks, she couldn't get
us up. To be honest, I was kind of relieved to get to LA, because what
had started out as mind-blowing ecstasy had become mind-numbing
drudgery. It's just as well that it was a one-way trip!
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