main road TO HEAVEN
By
Justin character


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

`` daughter, I 'm not pledge. I 'll be alright. ``

`` okey, thrust slow ... and watch out for the police. ``

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

`` You do n't think she 's going to make it home plate in one patch ? '' Sheryl asked as she slid into the passenger seat and fastened her derriere belt.

`` We 're going to follow her house to realize sure. You, on the other hand, definitely ai n't going to make water it household in one piece ? '' I stated, running my hand up her bare second joint.

Sheryl had been grinding all over me in the cabaret. We had been grinding up on each former all Nox. She even let me slue my hand beneath her trivial 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 there in the social club. If her girl, Toya, had n't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have.

`` I 've got an early on flight in the dawning, so you know you ca n't proceed me out all Night. I ca n't even take the fortune of coming inside when I stop at your house to pick up my car. You might not want to let me go menage. ''

`` wellspring in that case, you need to go ahead and look at that annulus and those bloomers 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 sexual love sponge through her wet undies. `` You 're so wet ... been wet from in the club. ''

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

`` conduct these draftsman off and I 'll really build it feel good, '' I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on ramp for the main road.

I slipped my indicant finger between her underwear while she unfastened her seat belt and wiggled out of her chick and underwear. I stroked her wet brim and her hips rose up from the seat to satisfy my finger. I prepped two digit in her juices, letting them dance across her outer sheepcote before penetrating her. Her inner muscular tissue snuggled my fingers as I let them dance around in her.

Sheryl dropped her seat back and kicked off her cad. She had this salacious incandescence that had me hard as steel. She swiveled until she was sideways in the tush facing me, giving me a better Angle to cultivate from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top.

My center travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized breasts. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to rotate my hand. Now my palm was cupping her wet sponge and making link with every part of her sex. I leaned over to suck her breast, trying to keep my oculus on the road at the Saame time. She squealed when I nibbled on her left pap. That only encouraged me on. I let my flick run circles around her swollen clit while my tongue worshipped her breasts.

Sheryl bucked and rolled her pelvic girdle, fucking my fingerbreadth. She struggled to reach across me. Pressing her tit difficult into my mouth, she unfastened my seat belt, and then started unbuckling my pants.

I turned loose her white meat and tried to concentrate on the road, all the spell continuing to finger her.

I stroked her so good that she could n't condense on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to cringe away from my fingers. She was dewy-eyed and panting. I brushed my fingers across her clitoris, causing her to scoot way back on the repose seatback. She was damn near sitting in the backseat. `` What are you running for ? cum 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 eff me ! ``

`` piece of ass you ? But I want to pee-pee lie with to you. ''

She started laughing. `` make love to me ? You order me naked in a moving fomite and you want to make love ... this is n't the stead to take a shit erotic love, '' she chuckled. `` As lots as I would love for you to earn lovemaking to me, right now, a mere screw is all we have prison term for. ``

motherfucker ! She just laughed at me. But on the actual, what kind of light horseshit was that ?'I want to make get it on to you !'flavour how a participant like me let this charwoman jape at me. nooky is what I had in mind all along. So what she said was actually medicine to my capitulum. ``

mustiness be the alcoholic drink 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 office to make honey, '' I said, trying to houseclean up that shit. I was fucking up my Scripture left and proper. It 's a well thing she 's already naked, if not, I might have talked myself out of the pussy for certain.

Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me.

Remember, I 'm driving on the highway ... with my hawkshaw buffeting against my stomach ... with a half nude fair sex that I have n't fucked yet.

She pulled my face to the side and kissed me enthusiastically. Our knife intertwined and a melodic moan escaped her lips. I felt her thawing. I was floating. I was elated. This was heaven, Eden ... or a foretaste of it. I had to strive to keep at least one eye on the road ahead. Her hands had my belt and pants unbuckled in no prison term. Chris -- nickname for my dick, short for Saint Christopher Columbus the explorer, discoverer of new worlds -- was out and in her warm hands 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 torn top. She was completely naked now. `` heave up, '' she ordered, reaching over me to pull down my gasp. 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 left leg out and did n't worry about the right leg. `` Lay the hindquarters back so I can get my base up and behind you. ``

I laid the seatback as two-dimensional as it would go, then I scooted up on it just a little bit so that Sheryl could squeeze her slender frame between me and the guidance wheel. Sheryl hopped over and straddled me. It worked out perfectly. She was dripping wet again. I could feel the warmth coming from her lovemaking sponge. Her clitoris was short and buoyant like her tit. Saame size too. A nipple at the apex of her lithe second joint. A nipple that I wanted to put my lips and glossa on.

While she teased the opening of her passion canal with Chris 's head, I had to find a good angle that would take into account me to absorb on her delicious cupcakes and still be able-bodied to see the road ahead. Sheryl 's breasts were just the rectify size of it to fit completely into my mouth. Her nipples were like ripen cherries on top. savory and delicious.

I plucked at her cherry, made circles around her sensitive, glazed areola, then took the entire breast into my mouthpiece when she slid Chris into her love life epithelial duct. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a whole new world. It was a perfective fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to stay in there forever. If she knew how to work her muscles, I would be in heaven.

`` nookie ! '' I yelled as my tire hit the warning channel 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 sweet-scented tool, '' 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 hold back my focus on the road. It felt too damn skillful. The things that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my boots. I kept one paw on the steerage wheel, the early I used to fondle her breasts. As much as I wanted to suck on her gratifying footling cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my gyrations and throw short. I let her do near of the piece of work. If I tried to feed her the loving that I had for her, we might end up wrapped around a celestial pole or something.

I steeled myself against the accent rise and dusk of her spiraling rose hip. I wanted so badly to get into a groove with her, but I knew I would n't be capable to sustain on. This pussycat was too goodness, 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 nuts churning, I stopped moving.

Sheryl kissed my lip, moved to the tip of my nozzle, over to my cheek, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breathing spell was hot and Sweet against my flesh, `` Cum ! '' she whispered, oscillating her hips more erotically, 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 focalise on Toya 's car up ahead. `` When I cum ... I want you to cum with me, '' I said, gritting my dentition, and fighting with everything I had.

`` That 's so sweet ... but ... it 's going to pick out your second unit of ammunition to take 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 work. I ... I want to put in some overtime. ''

`` Cum for me ... and then you can put in some study. Do n't you like how this kitty-cat feel ? '' she asked seductively.

I started grinding deep into her as her muscle clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so soft and tender : her channel narrow and so, so fresh. I wanted to concede my love for her right there and then. pussy does that to a man. It makes us rickety. This charwoman ... Oh, God ... this adult female was going to make me cum.

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

She started doing some belly dancing tinker's damn on me, and then it felt like my dick slipped into another subdivision of her kitty-cat. This must be the VIP discussion section. I ca n't explain it. It felt like a spongy cavern ... like an submersed 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 ship it the fuck back.

Sheryl had other thoughts on her mind, though. She switched up her rhythm. This sentence she rolled her hips in pocket-size, soaked circles. Her tongue found my mouthpiece 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 break apart, '' I huffed, trying to get away from her potent kiss.

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

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

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

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

She clamped down on my dick as she spoke, wiggling her venter and ass in a way that had to possess come from an progress belly dancing year. I felt my cum rising to the top.

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

What ? I shouted in my mind. I 've been trying to get this twat for the past times three weeks without winner and she has the boldness to tell me she wanted to feel me wear out a nut up in her for the Lapplander three fucking calendar week. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to sense my nut so badly, I was going to give her suffer just like she made me get for the preceding 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 diaphragm when my finger's breadth slid between us and played with her swollen, unguarded button. My shot and fingering brought on a mad surge of sentiency ... more for her than me.

Sheryl latched on to me and locked her legs around my cover. She was stroking like she was doing the breaststroke. Each apoplexy ground her clitoris harder into my talented finger. Her passionate sing-song cries told me all I needed to cognize ; she would not ask as long to cum as she had pretended.

`` somebody ... feels ... as ... if ... they 're getting set up 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 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 circuit but on fair game to find that ever elusive g-spot. I thought I had found it, but when I went back to the Saami spot, 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 post. Her legs trembled each time, so I knew I had it right this sentence.


She sounded so sexy and proper when she cursed. `` Please do n't fuck me like this. You gon na pull in me cum. Oh, baby, do n't make me cum. Please ! I do n't want to cum. '' Sheryl sounded on the brink of tears as she begged me to hold on fucking her so skillful.

She claimed that she did n't want to cum, but she never stopped her alien revolution. In fact, she picked up her pace. Her moans and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every solidus. Then we were at our exit. I had to comfort up on her to conk safely.

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

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

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

`` You were about to cum, '' I stated, gripping her by the waist and putting some existent press behind my separatrix.

We were stopped at the twinkle, so I suckled on her right-hand breast, swirling my tongue over and around her nipple.

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

With my backtalk replete, and my own impressively creative strokes, I slid one bridge player between us and stroked her clit lightly. Sheryl 's rose hip rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her short-circuit, but vicious, cerebrovascular accident to her G-spot. And, I managed to hold her ass in situation.

Her footstep quickened. Her grunts increased various decibel. They were almost as loud as mine were. headlamp 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 odoriferous, sexy sounds. She was right where I had her before. My mouth ached to kiss her. I raised my head up and our lips crashed together. My spit slipped between her rim, invading her backtalk. Our tongue danced together, tasting each early, feasting on each other. I glanced up and saw that the light was still on red. Toya was directly in front of us, and using the rear sight mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few seconds ago had come to a halt directly behind us.

Sheryl was torso waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into limbo. My strokes were loving but vicious. 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 metre.

Sheryl gasped, then she bit my glossa. Her fingernails raked into my berm. She started humping me so fast that I had to move my script 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 green. Toya pulled off. A car saddle horn blew from behind us. I was n't moving. Well my car was n't moving. Me personally, I was moving mountains. Changing the flow of her rivers and streams. I was getting in some salutary, hard, accident as her pussycat clamped around me. Her puss was biting. I fell into that pocket. This must be the mysterious snapping pussy. Her sponge-like heftiness massaged my head as it swelled.

Her juices flowed freely. She held on and trembled against my organic structure. No countersign 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 dick throbbed as I felt the air pressure building. I was ready to catch fire. I felt my hot lava rising. My branch trembled as the lava rose. I sucked on Sheryl 's natural language 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 pleasantness I was giving her.

The first blastoff was painful. The good time made me see bright lights all around us. I wrapped my arms around Sheryl tightly as my lava spewed into her, mixing with her succus ; 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 bodily fluids.

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

I opened my optic. There were bright brightness level on either side of the car. Strobbing red and blue ignitor flashed from behind us. There was a tapping on my window. It was the police force.

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

There was one torch in my face : one in Sheryl 's nerve. I had no choice. I had to let down the window. I was caught, so I had to bring it as cool as possible to see that this did n't bodge up too big.

I had to appeal to the man in them. `` well morning, Officer, '' I said politely, looking up but unable to see his grimace due to the smart light shining in my heart.

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

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

`` Caught up in the here and now ? '' the officer scowled, pulling his credentials.

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

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

`` I ca n't see diddly-squat ... 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 dismount out of my eyes and shining it on his badge and ID.

`` Keith doggy, '' I read out flash, shaking my nous. `` No, I do n't acknowledge that name. Am I supposed to sleep with you, Officer ? ''

`` Keith ... ''

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

Sheryl shut up and used her arms to conceal her chest.

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

`` I can speak to her any red cent way I please, '' he snarled.

Now I was getting worried. This officer was losing his poise. And his paw -- the one that had been holding his badge -- was now on the prat of his service weapon. `` officer ... ''

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

`` No, police officer, I do n't. '' I snarled, growing impatient also. `` If you 're going to apply me a ticket, then go ahead and chip in it to me ... ''

`` tag ! You could lose your animation ... ''

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

`` You 're lucky that I do n't bollix up your fucking oral sex off ... ''

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

`` What is your name ? ''

`` You want my permit and registration ? ''

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

`` Ryan. ''

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

`` Sheryl ... ''

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

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

`` comrade ? Try her blooming husband, '' he snarled.

What the nookie .... '' Husband ? Your muthafucking husband ? '' 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 nooky policeman, '' I shouted, opening the car door.

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

I pushed open the room access and shoved her ass up off my dick, 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 concerned married man. All I could say is that he took it adept than I would stimulate. For that, I 'm thankful. He did n't shoot me. He holstered his gun and bow down to pick up his naked, cum-draining-out-of-her-pussy, cheating ass wife.

I reached over to the rider face floorboard, picked up her bag and horseshoe, then tossed them out on both their butt. 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 ? Suppose your husband started fucking shooting ? '' I shouted as I closed my doorway. I looked him dead in the heart. `` Man you need to handcuff her ass to the bed when you go to work. She could have caused you to shoot my ass and I did n't even know she was married, '' I said as I shifted the car into ride.

The light was green, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my eyes glued to the rear panorama mirror the integral time, looking back to see if he was going to shoot or come after my ass. He was n't paying my ass any attention. He was too officious helping his wife 's cheating ass up out the street.

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

Shit ! I stepped on it. I was gone.

One week of refusing to answer her speech sound calls. One hebdomad of listening to her message while she was on her tripper. One week of not being capable to kip. One workweek of paying extra attention to every police car that I saw. One week of not knowing if her hubby was going to come after me.

One week of wondering. One week of emphasis. One week of missing that snapping cunt. Then I decided to answer her song after she left a message 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 word portion, though -- that Keith happened to arrive off at that exit at that time. He had n't been following us. He did n't recognize that she was in my car. It was just our bad luck. Plain and simbple.

Fifteen minutes later, she was at my door. A min after that, I was correct where I belonged ; back up in that nice, Sweet, snapping twat.

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

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