highway TO Shangri-la
By
Justin guinea pig


`` You sure you 're not too sot to ram ? '' Sheryl asked Toya.

`` female child, I 'm not drunkard. I 'll be alright. ``

`` okay, drive slow ... and catch out for the police force. ``

`` We 're going to follow you. We 've got to pass your place to get to my family anyhow, '' I yelled as I opened the car door.

`` You do n't think she 's going to spend a penny it home in one piece ? '' Sheryl asked as she slid into the rider seat and fastened her ass smash.

`` We 're going to postdate her home to piddle sure. You, on the other hired hand, definitely ai n't going to make it home plate in one piece ? '' I stated, running my hand up her bare thigh.

Sheryl had been grinding all over me in the cabaret. We had been grinding up on each early all dark. She even let me fall away my bridge player beneath her little black miniskirt to feel how wet she was. She had been soaking wet for me. It 's been about three weeks, and I had n't hit yet. I was tempted to try and get me some right hand there in the lodge. If her girl, Toya, had n't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have.

`` I 've got an early flight of steps in the morning, so you know you ca n't keep me out all night. I ca n't even take the opportunity of coming inside when I stop at your house to pick up my car. You might not want to let me go home. ''

`` Well in that case, you need to go ahead and take that skirt and those shorts off now, '' I said, glancing over at her as I pulled out of the parking lot behind Toya.

`` You 're kidding, right ? '' she giggled.

`` No, I 'm not, '' I replied, stroking her love leech through her wet undies. `` You 're so wet ... been wet from in the club. ''

`` Mmm, that feels good, baby. ``

`` take away these drawer off and I 'll really make it finger good, '' I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on ramp for the main road.

I slipped my forefinger finger between her underclothes while she unfastened her seat belt and wiggled out of her annulus and underwear. I stroked her wet lips and her hip joint rose up from the seat to meet my fingers. I prepped two fingerbreadth in her juices, letting them dance across her outer folds before penetrating her. Her internal muscles snuggled my fingers as I let them dance around in her.

Sheryl dropped her stern back and kicked off her hound. She had this lubricious glow that had me hard as steel. She swiveled until she was sideways in the seat facing me, giving me a better slant to work from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top.

My eyes travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized breasts. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to revolve my hired hand. Now my palm was cupping her wet sponge and making contact with every part of her sex. I leaned over to absorb her tit, trying to keep my eye on the road at the like meter. She squealed when I nibbled on her left mamilla. That only encouraged me on. I let my hitchhike run lot around her swollen button while my tongue worshipped her breasts.

Sheryl bucked and rolled her pelvis, fucking my finger's breadth. She struggled to arrive at across me. Pressing her breast hard into my mouth, she unfastened my seatbelt, and then started unbuckling my pants.

I turned loose her breast and tried to focalize on the road, all the spell continuing to thumb her.

I stroked her so commodity that she could n't concentrate on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to crawl away from my fingerbreadth. She was childlike and panting. I brushed my finger's breadth across her clitoris, causing her to scoot way back on the lean back seatback. She was damn near sitting in the backseat. `` What are you running for ? Come back here, '' I ordered, reaching my sticky fingers back for her.

`` I 'm not going to let you pee me cum like that. If you want me to cum, you 're going to sustain to make out me ! ``

`` Fuck you ? But I want to make get laid to you. ''

She started laughing. `` Make love life to me ? You order me naked in a moving vehicle and you want to make love ... this is n't the seat to induce love, '' she chuckled. `` As much as I would love for you to hit beloved to me, right now, a simple piece of ass is all we have time for. ``

red cent ! She just laughed at me. But on the literal, what kind of weak shit was that ?'I want to ready know to you !'aspect how a player like me let this woman gag at me. Fuck is what I had in mind all along. So what she said was actually music to my ears. ``

Must be the alcohol talking, 'cause I know that was n't me just say that weak shit ... not that I do n't want to make love to you. It 's just like you said, this is n't the time, nor the place to take a crap love, '' I said, trying to clean up that shit. I was fucking up my words left and right. It 's a good thing she 's already naked, if not, I might have talked myself out of the snatch for sure enough.

Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me.

Remember, I 'm driving on the main road ... with my dick pounding against my stomach ... with a half raw woman that I have n't fucked yet.

She pulled my face to the side and kissed me enthusiastically. Our tongues intertwined and a melodic moan escaped her lips. I felt her thawing. I was floating. I was elated. This was paradise, heaven ... or a foretaste of it. I had to filter to retain at to the lowest degree one eye on the road ahead. Her hands had my belt and pants unbuckled in no fourth dimension. Chris -- nickname for my tool, short for St. Christopher Cristobal Colon the explorer, inventor of new humanity -- was out and in her quick hired man in no time. `` Do n't stroke him, '' I said as I slid the bottom all the way back. `` I can stroke him myself. Do something to him that I ca n't do. ``

Sheryl pulled off what was left of her torn top. She was completely naked now. `` Raise up, '' she ordered, reaching over me to rive down my knickers. After a bit of twisting and turning, she was able to get my drawers down below my knees without me swerving from lane to lane. I got my exit leg out and did n't vex about the rightfulness leg. `` Lay the tush back so I can get my feet up and behind you. ``

I laid the seatback as flat as it would go, then I scooted up on it just a little bit so that Sheryl could squeeze her slender framing between me and the steering wheel. Sheryl hopped over and straddled me. It worked out perfectly. She was dripping wet again. I could sense the warmth coming from her dearest sponge. Her clit was brusk and buoyant like her pap. Same size too. A nipple at the apex of her lithe second joint. A mamilla that I wanted to put my lips and spit on.

While she teased the possibility of her erotic love canal with Chris 's headland, I had to find a good angle that would allow me to suck on her delectable cupcakes and still be able to see the route ahead. Sheryl 's titty were just the mighty size to fit completely into my mouthpiece. Her nipples were like mature cherries on top. Mouth-watering and delicious.

I plucked at her cherry, made dress circle around her medium, glass areolas, then took the full bosom into my sass when she slid Chris into her love canal. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a unhurt new world. It was a hone fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to stay in there forever. If she knew how to work her muscular tissue, I would be in Heaven.

`` fuck ! '' I yelled as my tire hit the warning grooves then the gravel on the side of the main road.

`` If you 're going to run off the route -- as much as I would hate it -- I 'm going to get up off this dessert shaft, '' Sheryl cooed, gyrating slowly on my dick.

`` Chris would n't wish that, '' I said as I got the car driving straight again. I really could n't maintain my focus on the route. It felt too damn good. The things that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my boots. I kept one hired hand on the direction bicycle, the other I used to fondle her breasts. As much as I wanted to suck on her confection little cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my gyrations and solidus short. I let her do most of the workplace. If I tried to give her the loving that I had for her, we might end up wrapped around a pole or something.

I steeled myself against the accentuated rise and crepuscle of her spiraling hips. I wanted so badly to get into a channel with her, but I knew I would n't be capable to hold on. This snatch was too good, I 've been waiting too long for this slit to know up and cum too spry. As soon as I thought it, I felt my nuts churning, I stopped moving.

Sheryl kissed my mouth, moved to the tip of my nose, over to my impertinence, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breath was hot and sweet-flavored against my flesh, `` Cum ! '' she whispered, oscillating her pelvic arch more erotically, More energetically.

`` No ! '' I mumbled, fighting to maintain on.

`` Why not ? I. Want. You. To, ''

`` Unnn-unnnl '' I said, shaking my head and trying to focus on Toya 's car up ahead. `` When I cum ... I want you to cum with me, '' I said, gritting my teeth, and fighting with everything I had.

`` That 's so sweet ... but ... it 's going to take away your bit round to build me cum. I do n't cum easily. You've got to put in a lot of work ... ''

`` I ... Oh, yes ! I want to put in a lot of workplace. I ... I want to put in some overtime. ''

`` Cum for me ... and then you can put in some body of work. Do n't you care how this snatch feeling ? '' she asked seductively.

I started grinding deep into her as her muscle clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so lenient and legal tender : her canal narrow and so, so perfumed. I wanted to profess my dear for her rightfield there and then. Pussy does that to a man. It makes us weak. This cleaning lady ... Oh, God ... this woman was going to take a crap me cum.

`` Cum for me, baby, '' she whispered hotly in my ear. Her pelvic girdle took on a animation of its own.

She started doing some belly dancing shit on me, and then it felt like my putz slipped into another plane section of her pussy. This must be the VIP incision. I ca n't explain it. It felt like a spongy cavern ... like an underwater cave or something. I squeezed my pubococcygeus ( PC ) muscles tightly and held it. Then I breathed. I wanted to prolong my ejaculation. I actually wanted to broadcast it the fuck back.

Sheryl had other idea on her mind, though. She switched up her rhythm. This meter she rolled her pelvic girdle in low, tight circles. Her natural language found my mouth and I found it difficult to keep my eyes opened, much less on the road. I pulled away from her kiss. `` We 're going to crash, '' I huffed, trying to get away from her stiff kiss.

trio fiddling dustup came out of her mouthpiece. `` Cum. For. Me. ''

Would n't you know, I felt my body betraying my brain. My own body was obeying her commands. `` No ! Not yet, '' I whimpered, trying to convert my soundbox to listen to me instead of her. `` I want to fulfill you first. ``

`` I 'll be satisfied when you splatter my bulwark ... ''

`` Jesus ! '' I shot. I could n't aid it.

She clamped down on my tool as she spoke, wiggling her stomach and ass in a way that had to ingest come from an onward motion belly dancing class. I felt my cum rising to the top.

Sheryl felt me swelling in her. `` God ! I 've wanted this for the past three workweek ... ''

What ? I shouted in my creative thinker. I 've been trying to get this pussy for the past tense three calendar week without success and she has the nerve to tell me she wanted to experience me bust a nut up in her for the Sami three fucking weeks. My nut went back where the shag it came from. Since she wanted to feel my nut so badly, I was going to establish her suffer just like she made me suffer for the past times three hebdomad.

`` So are you going to satisfy me ? '' she asked seductively.

`` Yes, '' I answered, giving her some of my own creativity.

`` Oooooh ... Ummm ... that feels ... Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh ! '' Her speech and breathing came to an abrupt catch when my digit slid between us and played with her swollen, unguarded clit. My strokes and fingering brought on a mad rush of sentiency ... more for her than me.

Sheryl latched on to me and locked her legs around my dorsum. She was stroking like she was doing the breaststroke. Each slash soil her clit harder into my talented fingers. Her passionate sing-song cries told me all I needed to know ; she would not take as long to cum as she had pretended.

`` Someone ... look ... as ... if ... they 're getting set up to cum, '' I said, giving her one straight cerebrovascular accident with each word.

She grunted and ground down hard on each of my strokes. `` You ... you're cheating ... ''

`` And. You ... know ... you ... love ... how ... this ... makes ... you ... feel. Do n't ... you ? '' I asked, giving her a new set of shot. All short but on mark to see that ever subtle g-spot. I thought I had found it, but when I went back to the same topographic point, she twisted so that I could n't hit it. `` I felt that, '' I said, gripping her winding shank with one hand to try and hold her where she was. I started hitting the spotlight. Her legs trembled each metre, so I knew I had it right this time.


She sounded so sexy and proper when she cursed. `` Please do n't fuck me like this. You gon na make me cum. Oh, infant, do n't hit me cum. please ! I do n't desire to cum. '' Sheryl sounded on the sceptre of tears as she begged me to stop fucking her so good.

She claimed that she did n't want to cum, but she never stopped her exotic whirling. In fact, she picked up her rate. Her moan and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every stroke. Then we were at our exit. I had to comfort up on her to exit safely.

Sheryl had enough of a breakout to catch herself. She continued to ride me, but she rode me as if she really did n't want to cum. She was so fucking stopping point. I found myself getting upset because she did n't cum. What woman wants to fuck and not cum ? That did n't make any sense.

`` Why 'd you stop it ? '' I asked as we coasted to a diaphragm at the Christ Within.

`` Stop what ? '' she giggled nervously.

`` You were about to cum, '' I stated, gripping her by the waistline and putting some real pressure behind my strokes.

We were stopped at the light, so I suckled on her powerful breast, swirling my tongue over and around her teat.

Sheryl wrapped her forearms tightly around my head and started grinding down on Chris like she had done before. Those sensually dainty apoplexy. The exotic grinding. `` I told you ... I do n't cum easy, '' she said, riding me to a different groove.

With my mouth full, and my own impressively originative strokes, I slid one mitt between us and stroked her clit lightly. Sheryl 's rosehip rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her short, but vicious, solidus to her G-spot. And, I managed to restrain her ass in place.

Her pace quickened. Her grunts increased respective decibels. They were almost as loud as mine were. headlight doused us from behind as another car exited off the highway. The light was still red, so I was n't concerned.

I switched my mouth over to her other nipple, sucked, kissed, flicked, then latched on when she started making those Sweet, aphrodisiacal sounds. She was decently where I had her before. My mouth ached to kiss her. I raised my caput up and our brim crashed together. My tongue slipped between her brim, invading her mouth. Our tongues danced together, tasting each other, feasting on each other. I glanced up and saw that the Light Within was still on red. Toya was directly in front of us, and using the tail view mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few seconds ago had come to a diaphragm directly behind us.

Sheryl was body waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into oblivion. My stroke were loving but brutal. I felt her breathing change. I gripped her ass with both hands and started raising her up and down while I delivered my devastating strokes. She was n't going to get away this time.

Sheryl gasped, then she bit my glossa. Her fingernails raked into my shoulder. She started humping me so fast that I had to move my hands from near her ass. I could n't hold on. And, my hand was in danger of being crushed on the steering wheel.

Sheryl was cumming.

I was cumming.

The Light Within turned dark-green. Toya pulled off. A car horn blew from behind us. I was n't moving. wellspring my car was n't moving. Me personally, I was moving mountains. Changing the menstruation of her rivers and streams. I was getting in some salutary, hard, strokes as her kitty clamped around me. Her pussy was biting. I fell into that pocket. This must be the mystic snapping slit. Her sponge-like muscles massaged my head as it swelled.

Her juices flowed freely. She held on and trembled against my eubstance. No words escaped from our lips. She freed my lingua from between her teeth, and then kissed it tenderly. Lovingly. She nurtured it back to health.

My cock throbbed as I felt the pressure building. I was prepare to come out. I felt my hot lava rising. My ramification trembled as the lava rose. I sucked on Sheryl 's lingua as if the harder I sucked, the faster I would cum.

Sheryl knew I was cumming along with her. This was what she wanted. Her physical structure continued its erotic dance as she wiggled and gyrated to the pleasantness I was giving her.

The world-class shot was painful. The blast made me see brilliant sparkle all around us. I wrapped my weapon around Sheryl tightly as my lava spewed into her, mixing with her succus ; cumming as she came. I held her tightly, making sure enough that she got it all. The sound of sex, wet sex, permeated through the vehicle -- snapping and sloshing sounds -- as we continued to expel our bodily fluids.

Sheryl screamed. It was n't an orgasmic scream.

I opened my eye. There were bright lights on either side of the car. Strobbing red and blue visible radiation flashed from behind us. There was a tapping on my window. It was the police force.

Sheryl tried to move off of me, but the officer shouted for her to stay exactly where she was and for me to let down the window.

There was one flashlight in my face : one in Sheryl 's face. I had no pick. I had to let down the window. I was caught, so I had to play it as aplomb as possible to ensure that this did n't go down on up too big.

I had to appeal to the man in them. `` just morning, Officer, '' I said politely, looking up but unable to see his expression due to the bright illumination shining in my middle.

`` Do you know what you are doing could get. you killed ? ''

`` I 'm sorry, Officer ... we just got caught up in the moment. ''

`` Caught up in the moment ? '' the military officer scowled, pulling his credentials.

`` I know that you 're an ship's officer ... you do n't have to indicate me your badge, '' I chuckled nervously.

`` You do n't recognize the name ? ''

`` I ca n't see shit ... I meant ... I ca n't see anything. You have that bright lighting shining directly in my center. ``

`` Here, take a look now ? '' he said, taking the brightness out of my eyes and shining it on his badge and ID.

`` Keith Barker, '' I read out brassy, shaking my head teacher. `` No, I do n't recognise that public figure. Am I supposed to know you, Officer ? ''

`` Keith ... ''

`` You, shut the ass up ! '' he shouted, shining the flashlight into Sheryl 's face.

Sheryl shut up and used her arms to obliterate her breasts.

`` policeman, I 'm the one that 's responsible for this. There's no motive to speak to her that way. ``

`` I can mouth to her any damn way I please, '' he snarled.

Now I was getting vex. This officer was losing his cool. And his paw -- the one that had been holding his badge -- was now on the rump of his service weapon. `` Officer ... ''

`` You do n't acknowledge my gens ? Barker ? '' he snapped, cutting me off.

`` No, officeholder, I do n't. '' I snarled, growing impatient also. `` If you 're going to return me a just the ticket, then go ahead and give it to me ... ''

`` ticket ! You could lose your life ... ''

`` There 's no intellect to blow this out of proportion, '' I said, cutting his philippic off.

`` You 're favourable that I do n't blow your fucking forefront off ... ''

`` Just wait one fuc ... Just look one minute of arc. I know what we we're doing is illegal but ... ''

`` What is your name ? ''

`` You want my license and adjustment ? ''

`` I asked you a enquiry. What.Is.Your.Name ? ``

`` Ryan. ''

`` Ryan, what is your passenger 's figure ? ''

`` Sheryl ... ''

`` Sheryl ? That 's a hoot. Is that the gens she gave you ? How long have you two been seeing each former ? ''

`` Keith ... '' Sheryl started.

`` I told you to shut up,"the officer yelled. ''Well, Ryan, her name is n't Sheryl. Her name is Tameka. Tameka Barker. ''

`` Tameka bow-wow, '' I repeated, looking at her. `` This your chum ? ''

`` Brother ? Try her nooky husband, '' he snarled.

What the fuck .... '' Husband ? Your muthafucking husband ? '' I asked, looking from him to her. I went slap-the-fuck off. `` gripe you trying to get me fucking killed ? You 're married ... and married to a fucking gun-toting fucking policeman, '' I shouted, opening the car door.

Keith -- her husband, the police police officer -- jumped back and drew his weapon system.

I pushed open the door and shoved her ass up off my putz, out of my lap, out of the car, and flat on her ass in the middle of the street.

Keith 's reaction was one of a come to husband. All I could say is that he took it break than I would have. For that, I 'm thankful. He did n't shoot me. He holstered his gun and bend down to pluck up his naked, cum-draining-out-of-her-pussy, cheating ass wife.

I reached over to the passenger slope floor board, picked up her bag and brake shoe, then tossed them out on both their asses. I was cussing while I was tossing her and her shit out too. I was fucking hot. `` Bitch, you fucked up in the head. You trying to get me fucking killed ? think your married man started fucking shooting ? '' I shouted as I closed my doorway. I looked him dead in the optic. `` Man you need to cuff her ass to the bed when you go to crop. She could have caused you to shoot down my ass and I did n't even be intimate she was married, '' I said as I shifted the car into drive.

The luminosity was green, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my centre glued to the rear view mirror the entire clock time, looking back to see if he was going to shoot or issue forth after my ass. He was n't paying my ass any attention. He was too meddling helping his married woman 's cheating ass up out the street.

His partner was n't checking for me either. He was too busy taking off his crownwork to cover her up.

dump ! I stepped on it. I was gone.

One week of refusing to suffice her telephone set calls. One week of listening to her content while she was on her misstep. One week of not being able-bodied to sleep. One week of paying extra tending to every police force car that I saw. One calendar week of not knowing if her hubby was going to come after me.

One week of wondering. One week of stress. One week of missing that snapping pussy. Then I decided to answer her birdcall after she left a message that she was back in Town. I decided to listen her out.

She explained that it was by sheer hazard -- I would n't throw used the word of honor luck, though -- that Keith happened to come off at that passing at that sentence. He had n't been following us. He did n't get it on that she was in my car. It was just our bad luck. knit and simbple.

Fifteen hour later, she was at my doorway. A minute after that, I was good where I belonged ; endorse up in that gracious, sweet, snapping pussy.

If her husband could forgive her good-pussy-having-ass, who am I to not stretch her the same courtesy ?

My motto is : `` What do n't kill you, makes you braver ... and HARDER. ''