HIGHWAY TO nirvana
By
Justin sheath


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

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

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

`` We 're going to follow you. We 've got to return your office to get to my house anyhow, '' I yelled as I opened the car door.

`` You do n't call up she 's going to urinate it home in one piece of music ? '' Sheryl asked as she slid into the passenger seat and fastened her rump smash.

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

Sheryl had been grinding all over me in the lodge. We had been grinding up on each other all night. She even let me slip my paw beneath her small 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 club. If her girl, Toya, had n't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have.

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

`` fountainhead in that case, you need to go ahead and take that skirt 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 passion sponge through her wet undies. `` You 're so wet ... been wet from in the society. ''

`` Mmm, that feels just, sister. ``

`` Take these boxershorts off and I 'll really create it feel practiced, '' I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on incline for the main road.

I slipped my indicant finger between her underwear while she unfastened her behind belt and wiggled out of her skirt and underclothes. I stroked her wet lips and her hips rose up from the keister to meet my finger. I prepped two fingers in her juices, letting them dance across her outer faithful before penetrating her. Her internal muscles snuggled my fingers as I let them dance around in her.

Sheryl dropped her seat back and kicked off her heels. She had this lustful gleaming that had me heavy as sword. She swiveled until she was sideways in the seat facing me, giving me a dependable slant to wreak from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top.

My oculus travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized bosom. The way I had my handwriting positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to rotate my hand. Now my decoration was cupping her wet sponge and making liaison with every part of her sex. I leaned over to suck her titty, trying to keep my eyes on the road at the like time. She squealed when I nibbled on her left mamilla. That only encouraged me on. I let my hitch run circles around her swollen clit while my clapper worshipped her breasts.

Sheryl bucked and rolled her articulatio coxae, fucking my fingers. She struggled to reach across me. Pressing her breast severely into my oral fissure, she unfastened my seatbelt, and then started unbuckling my pants.

I turned loose her knocker and tried to focus on the road, all the piece continuing to feel her.

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

`` I 'm not going to let you piddle me cum like that. If you want me to cum, you 're going to have to know me ! ``

`` Fuck you ? But I want to ready love to you. ''

She started laughing. `` Make love to me ? You order of magnitude me naked in a moving vehicle and you want to take a crap love ... this is n't the place to nominate love, '' she chuckled. `` As much as I would screw for you to pee erotic love to me, right now, a unsubdivided piece of tail is all we have metre for. ``

dump ! She just laughed at me. But on the real, what form of weak shit was that ?'I want to make get it on to you !'Look how a histrion like me let this charwoman laugh at me. Fuck is what I had in idea all along. So what she said was actually music to my ear. ``

Must be the alcohol talking, 'cause I know that was n't me just say that weak hoot ... not that I do n't want to score love to you. It 's just like you said, this is n't the clock time, nor the post to pass water erotic love, '' I said, trying to clean up that shit. I was fucking up my run-in left and mighty. It 's a good thing she 's already naked, if not, I might make talked myself out of the pussy for surely.

Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me.

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

She pulled my typeface to the side and kissed me enthusiastically. Our tongues intertwined and a melodic moan escaped her lip. I felt her melt. I was floating. I was elated. This was heaven, heaven ... or a foretaste of it. I had to strain to keep at least one eye on the road ahead. Her manus had my bash and pants unbuckled in no prison term. Chris -- moniker for my dick, inadequate for Christopher Columbus the IE, discoverer of new Earth -- was out and in her warm hands in no time. `` Do n't stroke him, '' I said as I slid the fundament 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. `` climb up, '' she ordered, reaching over me to draw in down my gasp. After a bit of twisting and turning, she was able to get my pants down below my genu without me swerving from lane to lane. I got my left leg out and did n't worry about the justly leg. `` Lay the seat back so I can get my foundation up and behind you. ``

I laid the seatback as directly as it would go, then I scooted up on it just a little bit so that Sheryl could coerce her slender frame 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 passion coming from her beloved poriferan. Her clitoris was short and perky like her tit. Same sizing too. A nipple at the acme of her svelte thighs. A teat that I wanted to put my backtalk and clapper on.

While she teased the opening of her love life canal with Chris 's head, I had to find a ripe angle that would grant me to absorb on her delicious cupcakes and still be capable to see the road ahead. Sheryl 's tit were just the right size to fit completely into my mouth. Her nipple were similar ripened cherries on top. mouth-watering and delicious.

I plucked at her cherry, made circles around her sensitive, glazed areola, then took the entire chest into my rima oris when she slid Chris into her dearest canal. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a hale new mankind. It was a perfect fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to remain in there forever. If she knew how to work her brawniness, I would be in heaven.

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

`` If you 're going to run off the road -- as much as I would hate it -- I 'm going to get up off this sweet 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 stress on the route. It felt too damn commodity. The thing that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my flush. I kept one hand on the steering wheel, the early I used to fondle her breasts. As a lot as I wanted to wet-nurse on her sweet little cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my gyration and strokes short. I let her do most of the oeuvre. 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 accent rising and Fall 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 hold on. This pussy was too soundly, I 've been waiting too long for this kitty to fuck up and cum too quick. As soon as I thought it, I felt my nuts churning, I stopped moving.

Sheryl kissed my lips, moved to the tip of my nozzle, over to my cheek, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breath was hot and sweet against my frame, `` Cum ! '' she whispered, oscillating her pelvis more erotically, Thomas More energetically.

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

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

`` Unnn-unnnl '' I said, shaking my head and trying to rivet 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 your arcsecond round to make me cum. I do n't cum easily. You've got to put in a lot of piece of work ... ''

`` I ... Oh, yes ! I want to put in a lot of work. 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 cunt feeling ? '' she asked seductively.

I started grinding deep into her as her muscles clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so soft and tender : her canal narrow and so, so sweet. I wanted to pretend my erotic love for her right there and then. kitty does that to a man. It makes us weak. This cleaning lady ... Oh, God ... this cleaning lady was going to earn me cum.

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

She started doing some belly dancing cocksucker on me, and then it felt like my dick slipped into another incision of her pussycat. This must be the VIP section. I ca n't excuse 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 interjection. I actually wanted to institutionalize it the fuck back.

Sheryl had former thoughts on her mind, though. She switched up her calendar method. This prison term she rolled her hips in small, tight roofy. Her knife found my mouth and I found it unmanageable to prevent my middle opened, much less on the road. I pulled away from her kiss. `` We 're going to break apart, '' I huffed, trying to get away from her potent kiss.

ternion footling Bible came out of her mouth. `` Cum. For. Me. ''

Would n't you know, I felt my body betraying my encephalon. My own body was obeying her program line. `` No ! Not yet, '' I whimpered, trying to win over my body to listen to me instead of her. `` I want to live up to 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 give come from an advance 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 weeks ... ''

What ? I shouted in my mind. I 've been trying to get this pussy for the past times three weeks without success and she has the cheek to tell me she wanted to sense me snap a nut up in her for the Saami three fucking week. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to feel my nut so badly, I was going to urinate her suffer just like she made me bear for the past 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 communication and ventilation came to an abrupt stop when my fingers slid between us and played with her swollen, unguarded clitoris. My stroke and fingering brought on a mad rush of sensations ... more for her than me.

Sheryl latched on to me and locked her pegleg around my back. She was stroking like she was doing the breaststroke. Each stroke ground her clit harder into my talented digit. Her passionate sing-song battle cry told me all I needed to have it away ; she would not require as long to cum as she had pretended.

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

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

`` And. You ... know ... you ... have it away ... how ... this ... makes ... you ... sense. Do n't ... you ? '' I asked, giving her a new set of separatrix. 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 Sami spot, she twisted so that I could n't hit it. `` I felt that, '' I said, gripping her winding waist with one hand to try and confine her where she was. I started hitting the smudge. Her legs trembled each time, so I knew I had it right this clock time.


She sounded so sexy and proper when she cursed. `` Please do n't know me like this. You gon na work me cum. Oh, babe, do n't realize me cum. Please ! I do n't need to cum. '' Sheryl sounded on the brink of tear as she begged me to stop fucking her so sound.

She claimed that she did n't need to cum, but she never stopped her exotic gyration. In fact, she picked up her tempo. Her moans and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every stroke. Then we were at our exit. I had to ease up on her to get out safely.

Sheryl had enough of a break to catch herself. She continued to cod me, but she rode me as if she really did n't want to cum. She was so nooky close. I found myself getting upset because she did n't cum. What charwoman wants to eff and not cum ? That did n't take a crap any sense.

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

`` break off what ? '' she giggled nervously.

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

We were stopped at the light, so I suckled on her in good order breast, swirling my tongue over and around her nipple.

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

With my rima oris full, and my own impressively creative strokes, I slid one hand between us and stroked her clit lightly. Sheryl 's hip rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her short, but barbarous, cerebrovascular accident to her G-spot. And, I managed to defend her ass in place.

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

I switched my mouth over to her former nipple, sucked, kissed, flicked, then latched on when she started making those sweet, sexy audio. She was right where I had her before. My backtalk ached to osculate her. I raised my head up and our lips crashed together. My lingua slipped between her brim, invading her mouth. Our tongues danced together, tasting each former, feasting on each other. I glanced up and saw that the igniter was still on red. Toya was directly in figurehead of us, and using the buttocks purview mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few arcsecond ago had come to a stop directly behind us.

Sheryl was trunk waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into limbo. My shot were loving but vicious. I felt her breathing change. I gripped her ass with both paw 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 articulatio humeri. She started humping me so firm that I had to strike my hands from near her ass. I could n't hold on. And, my mitt was in danger of being crushed on the steering wheel.

Sheryl was cumming.

I was cumming.

The light turned green. Toya pulled off. A car horn blew from behind us. I was n't moving. fountainhead my car was n't moving. Me personally, I was moving mountains. Changing the flow of her rivers and flow. I was getting in some good, severely, strokes as her pussy clamped around me. Her pussy was biting. I fell into that scoop. This must be the mysterious snapping pussy. Her sponge-like muscles massaged my principal as it swelled.

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

My dick throbbed as I felt the pressure building. I was ready to erupt. I felt my hot lava rising. My ramification 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 erotic terpsichore as she wiggled and gyrated to the sweetness I was giving her.

The number 1 slam was irritating. The blast made me see bright lights all around us. I wrapped my arms 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 sounds of sex, wet sex, permeated through the vehicle -- snapping and sloshing sounds -- as we continued to discharge our corporal fluids.

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

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

Sheryl tried to proceed off of me, but the military officer shouted for her to stick around exactly where she was and for me to let down the window.

There was one flashlight in my face : one in Sheryl 's boldness. I had no choice. I had to let down the window. I was caught, so I had to trifle it as cool as potential to ensure that this did n't squander 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 bright light shining in my eyes.

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

`` I 'm gloomy, military officer ... we just got caught up in the moment. ''

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

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

`` You do n't spot the public figure ? ''

`` I ca n't see turd ... I meant ... I ca n't see anything. You have that bright Christ Within shining directly in my eyes. ``

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

`` Keith barker, '' I read out loud, shaking my chief. `` No, I do n't recognize that epithet. Am I supposed to have intercourse you, Officer ? ''

`` Keith ... ''

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

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

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

`` I can utter to her any all-fired way I please, '' he snarled.

Now I was getting disturbed. This officer was losing his poise. And his hand -- the one that had been holding his badge -- was now on the butt of his military service weapon. `` Officer ... ''

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

`` No, military officer, I do n't. '' I snarled, growing impatient also. `` If you 're going to move over me a ticket, then go ahead and give it to me ... ''

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

`` There 's no reason to fuck up this out of ratio, '' I said, cutting his philippic off.

`` You 're golden that I do n't shove off your fucking brain off ... ''

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

`` What is your figure ? ''

`` You want my license and registration ? ''

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

`` Ryan. ''

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

`` Sheryl ... ''

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

`` Keith ... '' Sheryl started.

`` I told you to keep out up,"the policeman yelled. ''Well, Ryan, her name is n't Sheryl. Her name is Tameka. Tameka pooch. ''

`` Tameka barker, '' I repeated, looking at her. `` This your comrade ? ''

`` Brother ? Try her fucking married man, '' he snarled.

What the fuck .... '' Husband ? Your muthafucking hubby ? '' I asked, looking from him to her. I went slap-the-fuck off. `` kick 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 hubby, the police officer -- jumped back and drew his arm.

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

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

I reached over to the rider side floorboard, picked up her bag and shoes, then tossed them out on both their posterior. I was cussing while I was tossing her and her son of a bitch out too. I was fucking hot. `` Bitch, you fucked up in the fountainhead. You trying to get me fucking killed ? Suppose your hubby started fucking shooting ? '' I shouted as I closed my door. I looked him dead in the eyes. `` Man you need to cuff her ass to the bed when you go to form. She could have caused you to shoot my ass and I did n't even sleep with she was married, '' I said as I shifted the car into cause.

The lighting was common, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my eyes glued to the derriere horizon mirror the entire time, looking back to see if he was going to charge or number after my ass. He was n't paying my ass any attention. He was too engaged helping his wife 's cheating ass up out the street.

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

Shit ! I stepped on it. I was gone.

One week of refusing to respond her telephone set calls. One week of listening to her content while she was on her trip. One week of not being able-bodied to sleep. One week of paying superfluous attention to every police car that I saw. One week of not knowing if her husband was going to come after me.

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

She explained that it was by sheer portion -- I would n't give used the word luck, though -- that Keith happened to come off at that exit at that prison term. He had n't been following us. He did n't know that she was in my car. It was just our bad luck. knit stitch and simbple.

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

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 belt down you, makes you braver ... and HARDER. ''