LongHaul (2 page)

“Because you’re a lame-ass loser,” she teased, “and probably
afraid of what I’d tell my brother.”

Her brother…shit. That’s the last thing that he wanted to
think about buried base-deep in the pussy of his best friend’s sister. Mr.
Happy started to wilt. She knew immediately and laughed low in his ear and
started nibbling it while she gyrated her hips. He sprang right back. Once
Sallie started to grind away, rising above him just until she reached the tip,
and then slamming down again, all thoughts about what anybody else might think
disappeared.

Through the light material of her summer sweatshirt, Randy
nuzzled her gorgeous breasts. Ah, to have those babies in his mouth with all
the time in the world to worship them. He’d been stealing glances at them for
way too long, and they deserved some attention. Sallie seemed to have caught
his drift, because soon enough, she was pulling her shirt over her head, and he
was thanking goddess Victoria for the secret of a front-clasping bra. Soon
enough, those C-cup dreams filled his vision—and his mouth.

Sallie Mae had nipples that looked like light-pink
strawberries right before they turned fully ripe. But, man oh man, was she ripe
for the picking. They shone through the darkness. She set the rhythm, pounding
him, working the muscles in her thighs. On one downstroke, he slipped his
tongue around her nipple, teasing it into a tight ball between his teeth. She
went back up and he lost contact, searching for more. The next time she sank
down, she leaned to the other side, gifting him with the other nipple. And so
the pace continued.

Again, he struggled to remember to keep one hand on the
wheel, checking out the
road over Sallie’s shoulder as he curled the other beneath the curve of her
ass, gripping her against him, pushing his cock deep into her. She rode him
like crazy. Beneath his fingers, he could feel that puckered bottom hole of
hers. Right about the time he started fingering the outer edges, her moans increased
in fervor, and she pounded against him. If they were in bed, they would be
knocking the headboard into the wall. Instead, in his truck, they flew down the
highway and she spiraled into orgasm.

Her inner muscles contracted around him as her climax overtook
her. Her moans fell to tiny whimpers and her body trembled. Inside her, Randy
remained firm, spearing into her core.

Panting heavily, Sallie leaned against him, catching her
breath and momentum. He was right there with her, but after holding off for so
long, it wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge.

She rested for a few beats, her chest rising and falling
against him, and he was more than willing to wait for his turn.

“That was so nice,” she said, laying a light kiss against
the side of his neck before going in for a nip.

Deep within her, he flexed the muscles of his cock, letting
her know he was waiting.

“Impatient, is he?” She laughed.

Soon enough, though, she started over again, sliding her
velvety wetness over his aching cock. It took all the concentration he could
spare to keep driving and not to shut his eyes. He momentarily thought about
pulling over and pounding into Sallie until he couldn’t take it anymore. That
was one of the things that had him so turned on. He couldn’t go all-out. He
couldn’t take control. He had to monitor the road, yet give himself to her.

Bright lights from behind them illuminated the inside of the
truck, and she stilled, ducking down and tight against his body.

“Isn’t this part of the fun,” she teased, “almost getting
caught.” She did a slow rub against him, providing soft friction to increase
his need but not enough to make him shoot his load.

If past experience were any indication, the stopping and
prolonging of his climax would make it that much stronger. The big rig changed
lanes and passed them. As Sallie rose back up, Randy wondered if the other
driver was getting an eyeful in his mirror.

“Maybe we shouldn’t push our luck any further,” she said.

“Now you’re really teasing me,” Randy said. He held on to
her hip with one hand and thrust up as much as he could.

Her breasts pressed against his chest and she leaned over,
taking his earlobe within her mouth and sucking gently. Her breath pulsed in
his ear.

She lifted up and plunged down in quick succession. The
friction and tight grip on his cock pushed him to the edge, where he knew he’d
come any moment. It was the point of no return. Randy rammed up into her and
let loose. His jaw clenched and his toes curled. He shut his eyes momentarily
when the waves of pleasure overtook him, but he quickly opened them up again. A
slight curve in the road ahead needed his attention. The truck swerved into the
empty lane on the right, adrenaline surged and he straightened out the wheel.
She slammed down on him, forcing him back into pleasure. Her pussy tightened
around him. She moaned as he throated a growl. She never stopped urging him on.
“Come for me baby, come in me, oh god come for me!”

He gripped her hip with one hand. “Ride me. Grind against
me.” Sallie Mae threw her head back and screamed his name as her second orgasm
crested on top of his. “That’s it. That’s it. Rock it.” His body jerked and
spasmed and she squeezed another rush of come from deep inside him.

An overwhelming urge to kiss her took over as he came down
off the high. He wanted to touch her all over, and his body shook from the
exertion. As soon as he was able to safely, he pulled over to the side of the
road. The truck idled as he finally took his eyes off the highway and looked
into hers. She wrapped both arms around his neck, laughed as softly as a secret
told between them and sucked on his lower lip before thrusting her tongue into
his mouth. All the passion he’d felt moments before came bursting out through that
kiss. Talk about first kisses. They’d done the complete fucking deed before
they’d explored each other through their mouths.

A honk interrupted the make-out session. When Randy looked
up, he saw the red flash of a semi’s brake lights. He laughed nervously with
the feeling of being discovered, as if the other driver really knew what they
had just been doing.

As he gazed back into Sallie’s eyes, she looked too serious
and he braced himself for what was inevitably to come. The letdown.

“You know how long I’ve wanted you?” Sallie asked. “And how
long I’ve wanted you to fuck me?”

Years of naked fantasies played back in his mind. “Probably
as long as I’ve wanted you.”

“If I knew you’d be this good, I’d have pushed the issue
sooner,” she said, shoving the hair out of her face. “I don’t want to give you
the wrong impression though. I don’t think that I’m ready for anything too
serious.”

Hell yes. Sex without worrying about any touchy-feely
emotions.

“Hey,” he said, taking her chin within his hand and looking
directly into her eyes. “We’re both adults. We don’t need to worry about where
this will go.”

“Sure,” she said, looking a bit more relieved. “But, we can
still have a good time, right?”

“Fuck yeah.” As soon as he said the words, his cock throbbed
with his agreement. They could have plenty of fun.

Before she could ask any more questions, Randy went in for
one last, long kiss. He swirled his tongue around hers, and he’d have done
about anything for the chance to lie next to her and relax until round two.
After he finally went completely soft, Sallie rolled off and then settled into
her seat, gently removed the condom and wrapped it in a napkin. She bent over
and kissed his now resting cock, put him into her mouth for a moment, then
said, “See you later.”

“You promise?”

She smiled and nodded in answer, and he swore he felt a
surge again, if briefly, before she tucked him back in and zipped him up. Only
then did she put her clothes back in order, as sedate and sweet as ever.
Although now he didn’t need to stretch his imagination to think about what she
looked like and felt like beneath the layers. The truck’s tires cut into the
dirt, and he pulled back onto the road and drove for a while in silence, in his
own thoughts.

At the next rest stop, they both got out of the car. Her
gait was a little stretched out, and his legs were a bit shaky. What a pair
they made. But as they walked out their kinks, she held his hand.

“Any reason why you need to get back to Los Angeles
tonight?” Randy asked. “Because if not, I’m thinking maybe we grab a hotel room
and really do this right.”

“An excuse would be easy, like ‘too bad you blew a tire back
there’,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “We’ll have to stay the night and
buy a spare in the morning.”

He liked the way this woman thought. “And it was real lucky
that my spare was able to get us this far.” He finished up her comment with a
grin.

With the promise of more physical time between them, they
booked it back to the truck and he searched the GPS for nearby motels. On the
way to the motel, Sallie sent her family a text message that she’d be home the
next day. Her phone chimed an incoming message, and she whooped.

“No questions asked.”

As soon as she made the call, Randy could barely keep his
eyes on the road and his cock in his pants until they made it to the hotel. The
entire way, Sallie kept her hand on his upper thigh, sauntering her fingers
upward every now and then to brush over his hardness, keeping him ready. The
anticipation of stretching her out and feasting upon her kept him on the edge.

“Once we get out of the boondocks, we’ll find a place to
stay,” he said.

They decided to stop in Victorville for the evening.
Although the city had grown, it wasn’t like there were that many choices to get
busy. He picked a motel that looked clean and shared a parking lot with a
convenience store.

“Are you hungry?” Randy asked, more out of courtesy than
anything else.

“Only one thing I’m hungry for,” Sallie purred. The rolling
sound of her tongue on that ‘r’ targeted his dick. It did that throb that told
him he better get them to the room as fast as possible.

“Why don’t we pick up some beer and snacks before heading
up?” Randy suggested.

Randy had forgotten that was another good thing about
college gals, they weren’t quite so picky. They were used to guys not having a
lot of money, so they grabbed a cold six-pack, some cheese and crackers, a
package of red licorice and a few other items. As they passed by the sexual
aids, Sallie tossed a box of ribbed condoms into the basket.

“Don’t want to risk running out,” she explained.

As Randy paid for their goodies, Sallie stood behind him,
her arms wrapped around his waist, scratching playfully with her nails at his
stomach beneath his shirt. When the clerk rang up the rubbers, he took a gander
at Sallie Mae and gave Randy a head nod as if to say,
Seal of approval,
dude.

The hellcat was just as frisky checking into the motel. It
was hard for him to interact with the clerk when Sallie kept making the
pre-come leak from his cock. The minute they got on the elevator, Randy
cornered her and slid his hand under her shirt, flicking her nipple with his
thumb until she moaned.

“You’re going to pay for distracting me so much,” he said.

“Promise?”

Oh howdy.

The room itself wasn’t anything extraordinary. One big-ass
bed with some awful gold and orange color combination and lots of privacy,
which mattered the most—that and the woman of many a late-night whack-off
fantasy. After cracking open a beer for Sallie and himself, he stuck the rest
in the mini-fridge.

Sallie stretched out on the bed, doing some sort of
yoga-like pose. “Oh, this feels so good after being in the car for so long,”
she said. She contorted her body the opposite way. He checked out her fine ass
and decided to join her.

“Too bad. We’re not going to be doing too much sleeping.”

With a laugh she dashed from the bed and peeled off all her
clothes one by one. Randy drank her in. Once done, she leaned against the
bathroom door, posing for him.

The images so enticing, he moved his eyes from one snapshot
to another. Her arm up high, the rounded curve of her waist and her voluptuous
hips. Her breasts stood pert, more perfect than he could have imagined.

“You want to get cleaned up with me before we get into that
bed?” she asked.

“Great idea.”
College girls can be smart too!

As quick as could be, he kicked off his shoes and socks and
ditched every stitch of clothing, leaving them wherever they fell and then he
followed after her.

Giggling, she turned and ran into the bathroom, that ass
giving off the right amount of jiggle. As she leaned over to turn on the water,
he smacked her offering.

“Hey,” she squealed, making a halfhearted attempt to cover
her bottom. “That hurt.”

“Told you that you’d pay for keeping me horny for the last
hundred miles or so.”

Stepping over the edge of the tub, he joined her in the
shower and pulled the curtain closed. The warm water sluiced over their bodies
and eased the muscles of Randy’s back. She came in close, sudsing up her hands
and smoothing them over his stomach. His cock was more than happy to let her
know that he was up for a little cleaning too. She playfully smacked him down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you soon enough.”

After rinsing off, they moved together in the narrow tub,
and he sidestepped her so she could have the full stream. Sallie poured some
lemon-smelling shampoo into her hand and washed her hair. In his life he’d seen
sexier things. Hell, he’d watched many a threesome porno, but at that moment,
with her eyes shut and her fingers working through her gorgeous blonde hair and
the droplets of water cascading down her breasts—damn, he wanted to jack off
and come all over her.

Instead Randy took advantage of her blindness and sucked on
one of those luscious nipples, lightly biting the tip between his teeth and
slipped his hand around her back, cupping her bottom.

She jumped, giving a squeal.

“Hey there,” she said. “What was that for?”

“Couldn’t help myself. You looked so good, I had to get a
bite for myself.”

“Mmm.” She went up on her tiptoes to kiss him, and his cock
slipped between her legs, automatically seeking her warmth.
Yeah, like a
heat-seeking missile.

Ever so slowly she reached between them, grabbing him
firmly. “Looks like someone is really anxious for some attention.”

“Do you blame him? Look at you. You’re fuckin’ hot.”

The comment made her smile and her eyes lit up with a bit of
mischief. Before Randy knew what she was doing, Sallie dropped to her knees and
deep throated him in one swoop.

“Holy hell.” He plunged into her mouth, pumping at that soft
warmth as she massaged his balls and then licked up the side of his cock to
suck on the tip. He wrapped his fingers through her wet hair and thrust as hard
into her mouth as he wanted. When his balls tightened and he knew he was about
to come, he tried to back away. She kept at it until he threw his head back and
bellowed with release.

After that she rinsed him off again, and they toweled dry
and headed to the bedroom. There was something about cool sheets that totally
soothed the body. As they slipped in, all the worries in his life melted away,
he focused on the here and very much now.

“Are you sleepy?” she asked, trailing the tips of her
fingers across his stomach.

“Not that tired,” he said.

After all the attention she’d been paying him, it was time
to give her something special to remind her of the trip. He turned toward her,
pushing her onto her back and placing his knee inside her legs. He was pretty
sure that she’d be up for just about anything. It would be a long haul for the
record books.

He kissed her, long, slow strokes of his tongue over her
full lips as he caressed the curves of her body, sliding down to that sweet
spot between her legs. Without being asked, she opened for him and he teased
two fingers into her. Against his mouth, she moaned and slightly lifted her
hips off the bed.

Downward he moved, kissing her breasts then her bellybutton
with its tiny reservoir of remaining water, until he reached inside her thighs.
He laid kisses on each, stopping to leave a small love bite, all the while
keeping his fingers moving and using his thumb to massage her clit.

“So wet for me,” he said. “What do you want me to do to
you?”

“Oh, lick me.” She ground her hips into his hand, no
hesitation or shyness. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

He made her wait a few more minutes, kissing everywhere but
there. As soon as she was good and ready, he flicked the tip of his tongue
against that small button, causing her to buck against his face.

“Patience now.”

With his index finger and thumb, he spread back the hood
covering the sensitive clit and blew lightly before starting to tongue it with
a steady rhythm. She pressed up against him, and he continued the caresses
while finger-fucking. Her cream spilled out over his fingers, and her ate her
out until she screamed with pleasure.

When the last tremor shivered through her body, he flipped
her up onto her knees, giving her a light smack.

“Let me see that ass up in the air,” he said, keeping his
fingers in her pussy as she rode back on him.

With his other hand he pumped at his cock, more than raring
and willing to have another go at her. He ripped open a condom with his teeth,
not losing contact with her for an instant, and slid on the barrier. He
steadied her hips. Right when he was about to enter her, she looked back over
her shoulder.

“Fuck me, Randy. Pound me until I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Being the gentleman he was, he was more than willing to
satisfy her desires. He tucked his thumb right over that rosy hole playing
peek-a-boo and sunk his cock into her balls-deep. As she rocked against him,
his balls slapped against her. The headboard pounded into the wall. If they had
neighbors next door, there’d be no mistaking the fucking going on.

The next morning they drove the final miles to Sallie’s
drop-off. Randy had kept her up so late, he’d worn her out. She slept most of
the way with her head resting against the window and her lips parted. The
memory of what they did stayed with him. He stole a glance at her swollen lips
and shifted his cock to the side for comfort.
Yeah, he was a bit sore
himself.

He parked in front of her parents’ house and grazed his
finger along her cheek.

“Time to wake up, Sallie Mae. We’re here.”

She opened her bright-blue eyes, yawned wide and gave him a
sleepy smile with a slight upturn of her lips.

“Sorry I wasn’t much company on the last leg of the trip,”
she said. “It is your fault, you know.”

“I take all the blame.” With a laugh, he held up his hand.
“Wait, I remember you playing instigator quite well.”

“Who? Me?”

“Don’t play all sweet and innocent now. Not after you
grabbed my cock in the first hour.”

“About that…” She slid over, her thigh rubbing up against
his, and kissed him long and deep. “I need to go back to Arizona on Sunday.
Think I might be able to hitch a ride with you?”

“Hell yes.”

And he’d have something extra special planned for that long,
gorgeous stretch of Interstate 10.