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Archive name: Hardride.txt (mf, mast)
Authors name: Betsy (address unknown)
Story Title : The long Hard Ride
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=============== Kristen's collection =================
He's a very naked person. Nudity is his natural
state. Even when he has clothes on, there is always
something undressed about him. He was most certainly
undressed in the car that afternoon. In our own
encapsulated world, the interior of a small Japanese
car doing sixty along the Florida Turnpike, he sat in
the passenger's seat with the clothes he'd squirmed
out of on the floor around his feet. I was shocked
and amused, and having slight difficulty concentrating
on my driving. My left hand held the steering wheel
firmly set to its course and my right hand was playing
with the stick-shift. His, that is.
"This is crazy" I said, firmly gripping the base of
his penis and tugging on it. "What if we get pulled
over?"
"Don't speed or anything and we won't" he said."Oh!"
he exclaimed, doing a comic double-take. "Hi, officer!"
"Silly" I chided. My hand slid up his shaft and I
curled my fingers around the head. I felt a little
drop of wetness against my palm. "Hmmm!" I said. I
squeezed, trying to make that happen again. I looked
in the rearview mirror and saw a car approaching in
the next lane. "Darling..." I said uneasily.
"Don't worry about the cars" he said. "Just let me
know if you see a truck." He punctuated the sentence
with a grunt, and I felt a little more wetness. I
wiped it away with my index finger, then raised the
finger to my lips and licked it quite deliberately.
Watching me, he moaned. "Oh, you excite me" he
uttered softly.
"Good" I said. I puckered my lips around my finger
and slowly sucked it in and slid it out of my mouth. I
did this a few times, and lapped it lasciviously, while
he watched with wide eyes. "This is what I want to do
to your cock" I told him.
"Don't tantalize me like that!" he groaned. I
laughed, then grabbed him again and vigorously renewed
my massaging. A car passed us on the left, then sud-
denly slowed down so that we caught up. I took a quick
glance The man in the car was gaping at us. I broke
into an embarrased laugh, sped up and changed lanes to
leave the car behind.
"That guy saw us" I remarked.
"I don't care" he said. "Do you?"
"Well..." I said. I laughed again. "His eyes looked
fit to explode!" He snickered. "Probably jealous" he
said.
"Of me or of you?"
"Of my cock."
"Oh, you dirty boy!" I squealed. I stroked it with
my fingers. "Though I must admit, it is quite nice."
"Thank you!" He reached down and retrieved his
shirt. "I guess I really should put my clothes back
on, though."
"Yes, do that." I let go of him and put my hand on
the steering wheel as he buttoned his shirt and then
pulled on his jeans. He left them unfastened so that
his long cock pointed up from his lap. "Quite nice" I
said, reaching over and taking hold of it again. "Very
nice." I caressed it devotedly for a few moments while
he writhed around in his seat and made restrained
little noises. Another car was approaching.
Hastily, I snatched my hand away and he held his
jeans closed. When the car was passed, we returned to
our activity, only for it to be interrupted similarly
a moment later. "Aren't we cool?" I giggled, seeing
him trying to cover the unwieldy appendage between his
legs. A few more cars passed, then the road was clear.
I pushed his hand away and discovered that his cock
had softened a bit while the road was busy. "Oops!" I
said, jiggling it. "This won't do. I want it hard!"
"Well, m'love, you know how to accomplish that."
"Yes, indeed I do" I said, proceeding. It didn't
take but a few squeezes to return my plaything to its
former state. A few more and he was once again
squirming in his seat. "Feel good?" I asked.
"Too good" he said with a little difficulty. "Stop.
I'm going to come."
"Stop? You don't want to come?"
"Well, I do, but that wouldn't be fair."
"Oh, no, baby, yes, it would! I want you to come!"
"No, because I can't do anything for you!"
"Yes you can. You can come so I can lick my
fingers."
"Oh! You're impossible!"
"Come on. It's so nice." I pulled his cock rhyth-
mically.
"So nice. I want to taste it." He grunted loudly in
response.
"Oh, baby, your cock is so warm and hard. I want you
to come so I can taste you. It's so warm...so hard...
so alive...Why, I can feel the blood just throbbing in
it!"
"And the come...building up..." he added, trying to
keep his voice steady.
"Yes, that too. Come building up...I want it to
build up and build up and build up...until finally it
shoots out all over! All over my hand...and then I'll
lick my fingers and taste you...and find out if you
taste as good as you smell..."
"Do I...smell good?" His breath was getting fast and
heavy.
"Most certainly." I raised my hand to my face and
sniffed it. "And my hand smells like your cock...it
smells so good...I just want to bury my face in it..."
I dropped my hand back into his lap and seized him
again. I squeezed his balls and tickled his cock be-
fore once again putting my hand around it and jerking
it. "Come on, baby. Come on" I urged. "Don't hold
back."
"Oh, God..." he moaned. "No, it's not fair!"
"It's fair! It's plenty fair! Oh, love, you don't
know how much you excite me when you moan like that.
I want it. I want you to come. All over. Don't keep
it in." An uncontrollable sound spilled from his
throat, and I made a soft sound in response to the
zigzags that his display of excitement sent streaming
down my spine.
"Oh, please, oh please...are you sure, baby..you
sure..."
"I'm sure! Come on and come, baby! Forget your-
self! Let it all out... all over my fingers..." I
rubbed faster in encouragement.
"Oh, please...oh, yes...faster, please...oh...oh...
OH!"
"Someone's getting carried away" I teased, tugging
madly.
"Oh, carried away...oh, yes... oh! ah!... but
I've been... uhn! saving it up for you...for later...
I want to... a-ah!... pour it down your throat or
spill it all over...AH! your tits..."
"There'll be more."
"Yes, but...not as much...I've been...oh! saving
it for you..."
"Well, give it to me now! Pour it out! Just come!"
"Ohhhhh...aaaaahhh, baby...it's good...oh, feels
good....I'm gonna come, gonna come....gonna...AHHH!"
His hips jerked upward from the seat, and his rapid
breathing slid into a long sigh. I turned my head
just in time to see hot, milk-white semen spill from
his cock onto my hand. It ran down my fingers and
off my wrist and dripped into his coarse pubic curls.
I took my hand away and started lapping the splash
off my knuckles, and noticed as a last squirt landed
on his belly. "Ohh," he sighed again, his breathing
beginning to slow down. "oh, that was good, baby...
thank you..."
"My pleasure, love" I said, continuing with my
driving as he slumped down in his seat trying to calm
down. "I'm so glad you enjoyed that. I did, too...
very much."
"Oh, not as much as I did!"
"Maybe not quite as much as that, but still very
much."
"Oh, good, baby...I felt so selfish."
"Well, don't. It made me feel good to make you
feel good."
I reached over and stroked his neck. "Besides,
I'll get mine later." I ruffled his hair. "Won't I?"
I added coyly. "Won't I just?"