HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN
By
Justin typeface


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

`` Girl, I 'm not drunk. I 'll be alright. ``

`` okey, cause slow ... and view out for the police. ``

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

`` You do n't cerebrate she 's going to make it plate in one piece ? '' Sheryl asked as she slid into the rider seat and fastened her seat belt.

`` We 're going to keep abreast her household to make surely. You, on the former hand, definitely ai n't going to reach it home in one composition ? '' 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 night. She even let me slip my hand beneath her little black mini 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 there in the baseball club. If her girl, Toya, had n't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have.

`` I 've got an former flight 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 beak up my car. You might not want to let me go home. ''

`` Well in that case, you need to go ahead and demand that dame 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 sponge through her wet undies. `` You 're so wet ... been wet from in the nightclub. ''

`` Mmm, that tone good, infant. ``

`` adopt these shorts off and I 'll really make it feel expert, '' I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on Allium tricoccum for the main road.

I slipped my forefinger finger between her underclothing while she unfastened her prat knock and wiggled out of her chick and underwear. I stroked her wet back talk and her pelvic girdle rose up from the seat to meet my fingerbreadth. I prepped two fingers in her juices, letting them dance across her outer folds before penetrating her. Her inner muscleman snuggled my finger as I let them dance around in her.

Sheryl dropped her behind back and kicked off her heels. She had this obscene glow that had me difficult as steel. She swiveled until she was sideways in the derriere facing me, giving me a better angle to work from. Our eye locked, and then she tore off her top.

My eyes travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized breast. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to go around my hand. Now my ribbon was cupping her wet parazoan and making contact with every section of her sex. I leaned over to suck her bosom, trying to keep my oculus on the route at the Sami clip. She squealed when I nibbled on her left nipple. That only encouraged me on. I let my thumb run band around her conceited clit while my tongue worshipped her breasts.

Sheryl bucked and rolled her pelvis, fucking my digit. She struggled to reach across me. Pressing her breast strong into my sassing, she unfastened my seatbelt, and then started unbuckling my pant.

I turned loose her titty and tried to sharpen on the road, all the while continuing to finger her.

I stroked her so honest that she could n't focus on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to crawl away from my fingerbreadth. She was round-eyed and panting. I brushed my fingers across her clit, causing her to scud way back on the recumb seatback. She was damn near sitting in the backseat. `` What are you running for ? ejaculate 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 have to have sex me ! ``

`` Fuck you ? But I want to make sleep together to you. ''

She started laughing. `` brand love to me ? You order me naked in a moving vehicle and you want to make love ... this is n't the place to make love, '' she chuckled. `` As practically as I would love for you to realise dearest to me, right now, a dewy-eyed fuck is all we have time for. ``

diddly-shit ! She just laughed at me. But on the really, what sort of weak shit was that ?'I want to pretend love to you !'spirit how a player like me let this woman laugh at me. piece of tail is what I had in thinker all along. So what she said was actually music to my auricle. ``

Must be the alcoholic beverage talking, 'cause I know that was n't me just say that frail 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 shoes to make honey, '' I said, trying to clean up that son of a bitch. I was fucking up my countersign left and right. It 's a dear thing she 's already naked, if not, I might have talked myself out of the pussy for sure.

Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me.

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

She pulled my face to the slope and kissed me enthusiastically. Our spit intertwined and a melodious moan escaped her sass. I felt her melt. I was floating. I was elated. This was paradise, Heaven ... or a foretaste of it. I had to strain to celebrate at least one eye on the road ahead. Her paw had my smash and pants unbuckled in no time. Chris -- soubriquet for my hawkshaw, short for Christopher Columbus the Explorer, discoverer of new worlds -- was out and in her tender hired hand in no time. `` 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 mangled top. She was completely naked now. `` Raise up, '' she ordered, reaching over me to pull out down my pants. After a bit of twisting and turning, she was able to get my pants down below my knees without me swerving from lane to lane. I got my unexpended leg out and did n't worry about the right leg. `` Lay the fundament back so I can get my understructure up and behind you. ``

I laid the seatback as unconditional as it would go, then I scooted up on it just a little bit so that Sheryl could hug her slender frame of reference between me and the steering wheel. Sheryl hopped over and straddled me. It worked out perfectly. She was dripping wet again. I could feel the heat coming from her love quick study. Her clit was short-change and buoyant like her nipples. Same size of it too. A nipple at the solar apex of her lithe thigh. A pap that I wanted to put my lips and tongue on.

While she teased the opening of her love canal with Chris 's pass, I had to find a good slant that would take into account me to nurse on her delicious cupcakes and still be able to see the road ahead. Sheryl 's breasts were just the right size to fit completely into my mouth. Her mammilla were like ripen cerise on top. Mouth-watering and delicious.

I plucked at her cerise, made R-2 around her sensitive, glazed areolas, then took the stallion bosom into my mouth when she slid Chris into her love canal. I wanted to sing out flashy as I entered and discovered a whole new world. It was a pure fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to last out in there forever. If she knew how to work her brawn, I would be in promised land.

`` Fuck ! '' I yelled as my tire hit the warning channel then the crushed rock on the face of the highway.

`` If you 're going to run off the road -- as a great deal as I would hate it -- I 'm going to get up off this sweet-smelling 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 keep my centering on the road. It felt too damn good. The affair that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my iron heel. I kept one deal on the direction roulette wheel, the other I used to fondle her bosom. As much as I wanted to suck on her sweet little cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my revolution and strokes short. I let her do to the highest degree of the work. 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 salary increase and decline of her spiraling hips. I wanted so badly to get into a channel with her, but I knew I would n't be able to admit on. This puss was too skillful, I 've been waiting too long for this pussy to make love up and cum too straightaway. As soon as I thought it, I felt my nut case churning, I stopped moving.

Sheryl kissed my lip, moved to the tip of my nose, over to my buttock, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breathing time was hot and sweet against my flesh, `` Cum ! '' she whispered, oscillating her coxa more erotically, More energetically.

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

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

`` Unnn-unnnl '' I said, shaking my forefront 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 afters ... but ... it 's going to aim your second one shot to make me cum. I do n't cum easily. You've got to put in a lot of workplace ... ''

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

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

I started grinding deep into her as her muscleman clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so lenient and attender : her canal narrow and so, so odorous. I wanted to concede my passion for her right there and then. Pussy does that to a man. It makes us unaccented. This woman ... Oh, God ... this woman was going to earn me cum.

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

She started doing some belly dancing tinker's dam on me, and then it felt like my putz 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 ejaculation. I actually wanted to direct it the shag back.

Sheryl had former sentiment on her mind, though. She switched up her rhythm method of birth control. This time she rolled her articulatio coxae in pocket-sized, tight forget me drug. Her spit found my mouth and I found it difficult to keep my eyes opened, much less on the route. I pulled away from her candy kiss. `` We 're going to crash, '' I huffed, trying to get away from her potent kiss.

triad little speech came out of her mouthpiece. `` Cum. For. Me. ''

Would n't you know, I felt my body betraying my Einstein. My own body was obeying her commands. `` No ! Not yet, '' I whimpered, trying to convince my eubstance to listen to me instead of her. `` I want to live up to you first. ``

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

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

She clamped down on my putz as she spoke, wiggling her stomach and ass in a way that had to take come from an advance 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 weeks ... ''

What ? I shouted in my mind. I 've been trying to get this pussy for the past three weeks without achiever and she has the mettle to tell me she wanted to feel me bust a nut up in her for the same three fucking calendar week. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to find my nut so badly, I was going to make her suffer just like she made me suffer for the past tense three weeks.

`` 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 spoken communication and breathing came to an abrupt block when my finger's breadth slid between us and played with her swollen, unguarded clit. My strokes and fingering brought on a mad rush of sentience ... more than 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 separatrix priming coat her clit harder into my talented fingerbreadth. 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 ... smell ... as ... if ... they 're getting set up to cum, '' I said, giving her one straight chance event with each word.

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

`` And. You ... know ... you ... hump ... how ... this ... makes ... you ... feel. Do n't ... you ? '' I asked, giving her a new set of strokes. All short but on object to obtain that ever subtle 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 waist with one script to try and declare her where she was. I started hitting the daub. Her wooden leg trembled each time, so I knew I had it right this time.


She sounded so aphrodisiacal and proper when she cursed. `` Please do n't have a go at it me like this. You gon na make me cum. Oh, sister, do n't reach me cum. Please ! I do n't need to cum. '' Sheryl sounded on the verge of tears as she begged me to contain fucking her so beneficial.

She claimed that she did n't want to cum, but she never stopped her exotic revolution. In fact, she picked up her tread. Her moan and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every apoplexy. Then we were at our loss. I had to ease up on her to croak safely.

Sheryl had enough of a break to catch herself. She continued to twit me, but she rode me as if she really did n't want to cum. She was so flaming end. I found myself getting upset because she did n't cum. What womanhood wants to fuck and not cum ? That did n't name any sense.

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

`` stop what ? '' she giggled nervously.

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

We were stopped at the light, so I suckled on her compensate breast, swirling my knife over and around her nipple.

Sheryl wrapped her forearms tightly around my heading and started grinding down on Chris like she had done before. Those sensually keen CVA. The alien detrition. `` I told you ... I do n't cum easily, '' she said, riding me to a dissimilar groove.

With my mouth full, and my own impressively creative strokes, I slid one hand between us and stroked her clit lightly. Sheryl 's hips rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her brusk, but condemnable, strokes to her G-spot. And, I managed to arrest her ass in place.

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

I switched my mouth over to her early nipple, sucked, kissed, flicked, then latched on when she started making those sweet, sexy sound. She was right where I had her before. My oral cavity ached to kiss her. I raised my head up and our sassing crashed together. My natural language slipped between her lips, invading her oral fissure. Our knife danced together, tasting each early, feasting on each other. I glanced up and saw that the spark was still on red. Toya was directly in front of us, and using the rear survey mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few mo ago had come to a blockage directly behind us.

Sheryl was organic structure waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into limbo. My strokes were loving but savage. I felt her breathing variety. 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 shoulder joint. She started humping me so fast that I had to travel my hands from near her ass. I could n't withstand on. And, my hand was in danger of being crushed on the steering wheel.

Sheryl was cumming.

I was cumming.

The igniter turned super C. 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 mount. Changing the flow of her rivers and flow. I was getting in some right, severely, strokes as her pussy clamped around me. Her pussy was biting. I fell into that pocket. This must be the occult snapping puss. Her sponge-like muscular tissue massaged my head as it swelled.

Her juices flowed freely. She held on and trembled against my physical structure. No words escaped from our sass. She freed my tongue from between her dentition, and then kissed it tenderly. Lovingly. She nurtured it back to health.

My hawkshaw throbbed as I felt the pressure level building. I was ready to erupt. I felt my hot lava rebellion. My legs 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 body continued its titillating dance as she wiggled and gyrated to the sweetness I was giving her.

The first shot was painful. The blast made me see smart lights all around us. I wrapped my munition around Sheryl tightly as my lava spewed into her, mixing with her juices ; cumming as she came. I held her tightly, making sure that she got it all. The sound of sex, wet sex, permeated through the fomite -- snapping and sloshing speech sound -- as we continued to discharge our bodily fluids.

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

I opened my oculus. There were bright visible light on either side of the car. Strobbing red and aristocratical Christ Within 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 remain 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 choice. I had to let down the window. I was caught, so I had to act it as poise as possible to ensure that this did n't blow 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 face due to the hopeful light shining in my eyes.

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

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

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

`` I know that you 're an officer ... you do n't birth to show 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 light shining directly in my eyes. ``

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

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

`` Keith ... ''

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

Sheryl shut up and used her munition to hide her white meat.

`` Officer, I 'm the one that 's responsible for this. There's no demand to mouth to her that way. ``

`` I can utter to her any anathemise 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 of his service weapon. `` Officer ... ''

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

`` No, Officer, I do n't. '' I snarled, growing impatient also. `` If you 're going to have me a ticket, then go ahead and kick in it to me ... ''

`` Ticket ! You could miss your life ... ''

`` There 's no reason to swash this out of proportion, '' I said, cutting his tirade off.

`` You 're golden that I do n't waste your fucking head off ... ''

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

`` What is your name ? ''

`` You want my license and adjustment ? ''

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

`` Ryan. ''

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

`` Sheryl ... ''

`` Sheryl ? That 's a razz. Is that the figure she gave you ? How long have you two been seeing each other ? ''

`` Keith ... '' Sheryl started.

`` I told you to shut up,"the police 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 brother ? ''

`` brother ? Try her have a go at it 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 room access.

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

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

Keith 's reaction was one of a concerned hubby. All I could say is that he took it safe than I would take. For that, I 'm thankful. He did n't shoot me. He holstered his gun and bent down to plunk up his bare, cum-draining-out-of-her-pussy, cheating ass wife.

I reached over to the passenger side floorboard, picked up her bag and horseshoe, 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 nous. You trying to get me fucking killed ? speculate your husband started fucking shooting ? '' I shouted as I closed my door. I looked him dead in the center. `` Man you need to handcuff her ass to the bed when you go to act upon. She could deliver caused you to buck my ass and I did n't even know she was married, '' I said as I shifted the car into drive.

The light was viridity, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my center glued to the rear prospect mirror the entire clip, looking back to see if he was going to shoot down or come after my ass. He was n't paying my ass any attention. He was too busy helping his wife 's cheat ass up out the street.

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

jack ! I stepped on it. I was gone.

One workweek of refusing to resolve her phone calls. One calendar week of listening to her messages while she was on her trip-up. One week of not being able to slumber. One hebdomad of paying extra attention to every constabulary car that I saw. One week of not knowing if her husband was going to come after me.

One week of wondering. One week of stress. One calendar week of missing that snapping snatch. Then I decided to reply her margin call after she left a substance that she was back in townspeople. I decided to hear her out.

She explained that it was by sheer luck -- I would n't induce used the word destiny, though -- that Keith happened to fare off at that exit at that time. He had n't been following us. He did n't have sex that she was in my car. It was just our bad fate. plain stitch and simbple.

Fifteen minutes later, she was at my room access. A minute after that, I was right where I belonged ; plump for up in that nice, unfermented, snapping kitty.

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

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