HIGHWAY TO nirvana
By
Justin grammatical case


`` You sure you 're not too drunk to drive ? '' Sheryl asked Toya.

`` little girl, I 'm not drunkard. I 'll be alright. ``

`` Okay, drive slow ... and find out out for the police. ``

`` We 're going to postdate you. We 've got to go past your billet to get to my house anyhow, '' I yelled as I opened the car door.

`` You do n't reckon she 's going to piddle it home base in one piece ? '' Sheryl asked as she slid into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.

`` We 're going to espouse her menage to make certain. You, on the other paw, definitely ai n't going to make it home in one piece ? '' I stated, running my hand up her bare thigh.

Sheryl had been grinding all over me in the club. We had been grinding up on each other all nighttime. She even let me splay my paw beneath her little black mini to palpate how wet she was. She had been soaking wet for me. It 's been about three calendar week, and I had n't hit yet. I was tempted to try and get me some right hand there in the club. If her girl, Toya, had n't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have.

`` I 've got an early flight in the morning, so you know you ca n't prevent me out all night. I ca n't even take the chance of coming inside when I stop at your theatre to foot up my car. You might not want to let me go menage. ''

`` Well in that pillowcase, you need to go ahead and get hold of that bird and those drawers 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 life parazoan through her wet undies. `` You 're so wet ... been wet from in the clubhouse. ''

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

`` Take these drawers off and I 'll really prepare it feel secure, '' I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on ramp for the highway.

I slipped my exponent finger between her underwear while she unfastened her seat belt and wiggled out of her skirt and underwear. I stroked her wet backtalk and her hips rose up from the seat to meet my digit. I prepped two fingers in her juices, letting them dance across her outer folds before penetrating her. Her inner muscles snuggled my fingers as I let them dance around in her.

Sheryl dropped her arse back and kicked off her cad. She had this salacious glow that had me hard as blade. She swiveled until she was sideways in the seat facing me, giving me a better angle to function from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top.

My eye travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized breast. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to rotate my hired man. Now my palm was cupping her wet sponge and making contact lens with every constituent of her sex. I leaned over to wet-nurse her knocker, trying to keep on my center on the road at the Sami time. She squealed when I nibbled on her left nipple. That only encouraged me on. I let my thumb run roach around her puff up clit while my spit worshipped her breasts.

Sheryl bucked and rolled her hip joint, fucking my fingers. She struggled to pass on across me. Pressing her boob hard into my oral cavity, she unfastened my seatbelt, and then started unbuckling my gasp.

I turned loose her chest and tried to focus on the road, all the patch continuing to finger her.

I stroked her so good that she could n't concentrate on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to crawl away from my fingers. She was simple and panting. I brushed my fingerbreadth across her clit, causing her to scoot way back on the recline 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 make me cum like that. If you want me to cum, you 're going to hold to screw me ! ``

`` nookie you ? But I want to make have intercourse to you. ''

She started laughing. `` make honey to me ? You order me naked in a moving vehicle and you want to pass water passion ... this is n't the plaza to make love life, '' she chuckled. `` As lots as I would eff for you to piddle love to me, right now, a simple fuck is all we have time for. ``

Shit ! She just laughed at me. But on the real, what kind of faint shit was that ?'I want to make love to you !'Look how a player like me let this fair sex jest at me. shtup 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 debile shit ... not that I do n't want to make be intimate to you. It 's just like you said, this is n't the time, nor the place to make love, '' I said, trying to clean up that shucks. I was fucking up my words left and right. It 's a unspoiled thing she 's already naked, if not, I might throw talked myself out of the pussy for trusted.

Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me.

Remember, I 'm driving on the highway ... with my peter throbbing against my stomach ... with a one-half naked woman that I have n't fucked yet.

She pulled my face to the side and kissed me enthusiastically. Our spit intertwined and a melodic moan escaped her lip. I felt her melt. I was floating. I was elated. This was paradise, heaven ... or a foretaste of it. I had to stress to keep at least one eye on the route ahead. Her hands had my belt and pants unbuckled in no time. Chris -- nickname for my dick, short for Christopher Cristoforo Colombo the adventurer, discoverer of new worlds -- was out and in her warm custody in no metre. `` Do n't stroke him, '' I said as I slid the seat 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 pull down my pants. After a bit of twisting and turning, she was able to get my bloomers down below my knees without me swerving from lane to lane. I got my left leg out and did n't worry about the right wing leg. `` Lay the seat back so I can get my groundwork 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 embrace her slender form between me and the guidance steering wheel. Sheryl hopped over and straddled me. It worked out perfectly. She was dripping wet again. I could feel the warmth coming from her passion sponger. Her clit was short and buoyant like her teat. Saami sizing too. A mamilla at the apex of her lithe thighs. A pap that I wanted to put my lips and knife on.

While she teased the scuttle of her beloved canal with Chris 's head, I had to come up a good angle that would give up me to suck on her yummy cupcakes and still be able to see the route ahead. Sheryl 's breasts were just the right wing size to fit completely into my back talk. Her nipples were the like ripened cherries on top. Mouth-watering and delicious.

I plucked at her cherry tree, made circles around her sensitive, glazed areolas, then took the total boob into my oral cavity when she slid Chris into her honey duct. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a unanimous new world. It was a perfect fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to stay in there forever. If she knew how to run her muscles, I would be in heaven.

`` Fuck ! '' I yelled as my tire hit the warning vallecula then the gravel on the side of the highway.

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

`` Chris would n't like that, '' I said as I got the car driving straight again. I really could n't sustain my focussing on the route. It felt too damn commodity. The matter that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my boots. I kept one script on the steering cycle, the other I used to fondle her bosom. As much as I wanted to suck on her sweet niggling cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my whirling and strokes short. I let her do most of the work. If I tried to impart her the loving that I had for her, we might end up wrapped around a perch or something.

I steeled myself against the emphasise rise and fall of her spiraling pelvic arch. I wanted so badly to get into a groove with her, but I knew I would n't be able-bodied to hold on. This snatch was too good, I 've been waiting too long for this snatch to fuck up and cum too quick. As soon as I thought it, I felt my crackpot churning, I stopped moving.

Sheryl kissed my sassing, moved to the tip of my nose, over to my impudence, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breather was hot and mellifluous against my human body, `` Cum ! '' she whispered, oscillating her hips more erotically, More energetically.

`` No ! '' I mumbled, fighting to view as on.

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

`` Unnn-unnnl '' I said, shaking my straits and trying to concentrate 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 honeyed ... but ... it 's going to take your second cycle to pee me cum. I do n't cum easily. You've got to put in a lot of study ... ''

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

`` Cum for me ... and then you can put in some work. Do n't you like how this pussycat flavor ? '' she asked seductively.

I started grinding deep into her as her muscularity clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so delicate and tender : her epithelial duct narrow and so, so sweet. I wanted to profess my love for her right wing there and then. puss does that to a man. It makes us watery. This cleaning woman ... Oh, God ... this woman was going to cause me cum.

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

She started doing some belly dancing shit on me, and then it felt like my dick slipped into another section of her pussy. This must be the VIP section. I ca n't explicate it. It felt like a squashy 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 interjection. I actually wanted to place it the be intimate back.

Sheryl had other thought on her mind, though. She switched up her rhythm. This time she rolled her rosehip in minor, tight circles. Her natural language found my mouth and I found it unmanageable to keep my eyes opened, much less on the route. I pulled away from her candy kiss. `` We 're going to barge in, '' I huffed, trying to get away from her potent kiss.

tercet slight words came out of her mouth. `` Cum. For. Me. ''

Would n't you know, I felt my dead body betraying my encephalon. My own organic structure was obeying her instruction. `` No ! Not yet, '' I whimpered, trying to convert my body to listen to me instead of her. `` I want to satisfy you first. ``

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

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

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

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

What ? I shouted in my creative thinker. I 've been trying to get this twat for the past three weeks without succeeder and she has the cheek to recite me she wanted to palpate me wear a nut up in her for the same three fucking weeks. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to feel my nut so badly, I was going to make her suffer just like she made me digest for the retiring three hebdomad.

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

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

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

Sheryl latched on to me and locked her legs around my back. She was stroking like she was doing the breaststroke. Each stroke footing her clit harder into my talented finger's breadth. Her passionate sing-song cries told me all I needed to recognise ; she would not withdraw as long to cum as she had pretended.

`` mortal ... feels ... as ... if ... they 're getting ready to cum, '' I said, giving her one uncoiled stroke with each word.

She grunted and ground down hard on each of my chance event. `` 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 strokes. All short but on target to find that ever elusive g-spot. I thought I had found it, but when I went back to the same spot, she twisted so that I could n't hit it. `` I felt that, '' I said, gripping her winding waistline with one hired man to try and hold her where she was. I started hitting the spot. Her legs trembled each clip, so I knew I had it right this time.


She sounded so sexy and right when she cursed. `` Please do n't do it me like this. You gon na make me cum. Oh, Baby, do n't make me cum. Please ! I do n't want to cum. '' Sheryl sounded on the wand of rip as she begged me to block off fucking her so commodity.

She claimed that she did n't desire to cum, but she never stopped her exotic gyration. In fact, she picked up her stride. Her groan and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every stroke. Then we were at our exit. I had to relieve up on her to snuff it safely.

Sheryl had enough of a geological fault to view herself. She continued to drive me, but she rode me as if she really did n't want to cum. She was so fucking last. 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 stop at the lighter.

`` barricade what ? '' she giggled nervously.

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

We were stopped at the light, so I suckled on her mighty 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 keen apoplexy. The exotic abrasion. `` I told you ... I do n't cum light, '' she said, riding me to a different groove.

With my lip full, and my own impressively creative throw, I slid one mitt between us and stroked her clitoris lightly. Sheryl 's hip joint rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her forgetful, but cruel, strokes to her G-spot. And, I managed to admit her ass in place.

Her pace quickened. Her grunts increased several decibel. They were almost as tawdry as mine were. Headlights 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 lip over to her other mammilla, sucked, kissed, flicked, then latched on when she started making those sweet, aphrodisiacal sounds. She was right where I had her before. My back talk ached to kiss her. I raised my point up and our mouth crashed together. My glossa slipped between her lips, invading her lip. Our tongues danced together, tasting each other, feasting on each former. I glanced up and saw that the Light Within was still on red. Toya was directly in front of us, and using the rear view mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few indorsement ago had come to a stop directly behind us.

Sheryl was body waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into oblivion. My CVA were loving but fell. 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 tongue. Her fingernails raked into my shoulders. She started humping me so firm that I had to run my helping hand from near her ass. I could n't hold on. And, my hand was in risk of being crushed on the steering wheel.

Sheryl was cumming.

I was cumming.

The light turned greenness. Toya pulled off. A car horn blew from behind us. I was n't moving. Well my car was n't moving. Me personally, I was moving lot. Changing the flow of her rivers and streams. I was getting in some practiced, hard, chance event as her pussycat clamped around me. Her slit was biting. I fell into that pocket. This must be the occult snapping pussy. Her sponge-like musculus massaged my school principal as it swelled.

Her juices flowed freely. She held on and trembled against my torso. 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 shaft throbbed as I felt the insistence building. I was ready to ignite. I felt my hot lava rebellion. My leg trembled as the lava rose. I sucked on Sheryl 's tongue 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 consistency continued its erotic dance as she wiggled and gyrated to the sweetness I was giving her.

The first gibe was atrocious. The bang made me see bright lights all around us. I wrapped my arms around Sheryl tightly as my lava spewed into her, mixing with her juice ; cumming as she came. I held her tightly, making sure that she got it all. The auditory sensation of sex, wet sex, permeated through the vehicle -- snapping and sloshing sounds -- as we continued to dispatch our bodily fluids.

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

I opened my eye. There were lustrous lights on either side of the car. Strobbing red and patrician lights flashed from behind us. There was a tapping on my windowpane. It was the police.

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

There was one flashlight in my face : one in Sheryl 's face. I had no pick. I had to let down the windowpane. I was caught, so I had to play it as cool as possible to see to it that this did n't burn out up too big.

I had to appeal to the man in them. `` Good morning, Officer, '' I said politely, looking up but unable to see his expression due to the shiny light source shining in my optic.

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

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

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

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

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

`` I ca n't see diddly ... I meant ... I ca n't see anything. You have that brightly light shining directly in my oculus. ``

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

`` Keith Barker, '' I read out loud, shaking my head. `` No, I do n't recognize that name. Am I supposed to know you, Officer ? ''

`` Keith ... ''

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

Sheryl shut up and used her coat of arms to hide her knocker.

`` military officer, I 'm the one that 's responsible for for this. There's no penury to speak to her that way. ``

`` I can address to her any tinker's dam way I please, '' he snarled.

Now I was getting worried. This policeman was losing his cool. And his hand -- the one that had been holding his badge -- was now on the butt end of his service weapon. `` policeman ... ''

`` You do n't recognize my figure ? doggy ? '' he snapped, cutting me off.

`` No, Officer, I do n't. '' I snarled, growing impatient also. `` If you 're going to give me a tag, then go ahead and feed it to me ... ''

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

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

`` You 're lucky that I do n't bungle your fucking straits off ... ''

`` Just hold back one fuc ... Just wait one mo. I know what we we're doing is illegal but ... ''

`` What is your name ? ''

`` You want my permission and registration ? ''

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

`` Ryan. ''

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

`` Sheryl ... ''

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

`` Keith ... '' Sheryl started.

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

`` Tameka Barker, '' I repeated, looking at her. `` This your brother ? ''

`` Brother ? Try her have it away hubby, '' he snarled.

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

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

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

Keith 's reaction was one of a occupy husband. All I could say is that he took it near than I would have. For that, I 'm thankful. He did n't fritter me. He holstered his gun and twist down to pick up his nude, cum-draining-out-of-her-pussy, cheating ass wife.

I reached over to the passenger face floorboard, picked up her bag and shoes, 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 straits. You trying to get me fucking killed ? Suppose your husband started fucking shooting ? '' I shouted as I closed my door. I looked him dead in the eyes. `` Man you need to manacle her ass to the bed when you go to sour. She could have caused you to fritter away my ass and I did n't even know she was married, '' I said as I shifted the car into drive.

The Light Within was green, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my eyes glued to the rear view mirror the entire sentence, looking back to see if he was going to shoot or issue forth after my ass. He was n't paying my ass any tending. He was too in use helping his wife 's cheating ass up out the street.

His pardner was n't checking for me either. He was too busy taking off his jacket to track her up.

bastard ! I stepped on it. I was gone.

One week of refusing to answer her phone calls. One week of listening to her messages while she was on her trip. One week of not being able to catch some Z's. One week of paying extra attention to every police car that I saw. One workweek of not knowing if her husband was going to come after me.

One hebdomad of wondering. One calendar week of tension. One calendar week of missing that snapping puss. Then I decided to answer her call after she left a content that she was back in town. I decided to hear her out.

She explained that it was by sheer luck -- I would n't have used the Christian Bible luck, though -- that Keith happened to amount off at that passing at that fourth dimension. He had n't been following us. He did n't roll in the hay that she was in my car. It was just our bad portion. field and simbple.

XV minutes later, she was at my threshold. A minute after that, I was right where I belonged ; gage up in that gracious, sweet, snapping pussy.

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

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