Author: Elizabeth Heath
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Peach was now speeding down a highway in the Nevada desert, her black Porsche gleaming in the blazing sunshine. With the top down, her blond hair was blowing in the wind, swishing in front of her dark sunglasses and across her ruby red lips. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and soaked into her black tank top which strained to hold back her huge knockers. She adjusted her knee-length white skirt and pressed her black stiletto-heel shoe harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled in a satisfying way and a smile spread on her lips. The vibration of the engine and a light sense of boredom turned her thoughts to sex. A warm feeling in her belly spread down to her pussy, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation.
As she rounded a bend, a valley stretched before her, lined with billboards on either side. She wiped her hand across her forehead and stroked her hair back, savouring the sensation of the cool wind rushing past her. Her smile quickly faded into an expression of anguish as she saw a motorcycle quickly approaching in her rear-view mirror with red lights flashing. She frowned and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she braked and geared down, preparing to pull over.
She pulled her vehicle to the side of the road as the motorcycle closed, pulling up behind her. The trooper dismounted and parked his cycle, unbuckling his chinstrap on his helmet and removing his gloves. The trooper cut a handsome figure, tall and lean, with a sexy swagger which reminded her quickly of how horny she was feeling about 10 minutes before she was pulled over. Brightly polished leather boots shone in the sun and clicked against the pavement as the trooper approached. Almost involuntarily, she slid a hand in between her legs and gently squeezed her pussy as she reached over and grabbed her purse to retrieve her license.
A voice rumbled from behind the mirror-surfaces of state trooper sunglasses, "Hello there. Going a little fast around that corner, weren't you?"
She felt a flush pass through her and her voice said, "Yeah, but I can go way faster," before she had a chance to think.
His eyebrows raised and he fixed her with a stare. Just as she was beginning to think she had made a terrible mistake, a smirk crossed his face. "I'd love to see that some time," he said. "But I'm afraid today, I'm going to have to write you up a rather large ticket."
"Oh, officer," she began in a husky voice, "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?"
A chuckle emitted from his throat as his smirk deepened.
"Not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he enquired. "You'll find a state trooper's integrity isn't for sale."
A grip of near terror seized her as she realized again the seriousness of her situation. She forced a smile and turned to him, trying not to show how scared she was. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing as she made a decision that terrified her even more. She quickly pulled her tank top underneath her left breast, exposing it fully to his view. The cool breeze chilled the dew of sweat on her naked boob, causing her to shiver and her nipples to harden like steel tips. She felt a dizziness wash over her as she was gripped in near panic, her twat pulsing and throbbing, not sure if she was about to cum or pass out.
It seemed like forever until he spoke. "Integrity can always be bartered for, however." His left hand reached over and bared her right tit. Her nipples seem to harden even more, almost painfully so, as his fingers gently traced the underside of her breasts, sending a deep warm thrill through her. The breath that she now realized she was holding came in a series of deep gasps and her pussy felt aflame, soaked and twitching. Her legs parted and her thighs flexed, her pelvis rocking back and forth gently as he kneaded her soft melons. "These are the best tits I've seen on this stretch of the highway or any other", he mused, then looked straight into her eyes as he removed his sunglasses.
"OK, here's the deal," he said plainly. He opened her door and reached down to her seat back release, dropping her back almost prone, coaxing a startled gasp from her lips. "You lie back there nicely and hold your tits together while I fuck them, and maybe we'll forget all about that heavy foot of yours. Sound good?"
"That sounds wonderful, officer!" she breathed, pulling her tank top off as her clit stiffened, the slightest friction from her skirt driving her mad with desire.
He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, revealing a rock-hard throbbing prick. "Squeeze those titties together," he ordered in a tight raspy voice. She did as he said, in a daze of lust, almost unable to comprehend what was happening. He spat on his cock and again into his hand, spreading his saliva in between her jugs. "Spit on my cock," he told her. Again, she did as he commanded, spattering his glistening shaft as he presented it in front of her face. She remained fixated on his pulsating rod as he slowly lowered it into her cleavage, swinging his leg over to straddle her chest.
He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth between her luscious mounds, the tip poking through right in front of her eyes at the pinnacle of each thrust. The sight excited her even more, her cunt clenching in time with each of his pelvic motions. His breath quickened with her heart rate, his fucking rhythm picking up pace. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to sting and vibrate. She was sure that even without anything touching her snatch, she was about to orgasm!
He was now furiously humping her cleavage, sweat dripping from his forehead. "God damn!" he exclaimed. "These are the sexiest tits I've ever seen in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"
"Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Do it! Cum all over my titties!" She squeezed her jugs tight together, and he pulled his dick out from between them. A guttural cry tore from his throat and he started pounding his quivering dick. He leaned forward and his helmet fell off, bouncing off the car and clattering to the ground. A thick white strand of semen erupted from the end of his engorged red glans, spattering her right breast and on to her neck. A wail came from deep inside of her as at the sight, her cunt convulsed and contracted in the deep waves of an intense orgasm!
A long low groan came from him as his dick continued spewing out jet after jet of white hot sperm, coating her tits, her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and a couple of dots spraying onto her cheeks, her sunglasses, and into her hair.
She was sure she'd never seen so much cum in her life! His hand action on his cock slowed down, and he wrung the last couple of sticky lines of jizz onto her nipples, sighing contentedly as her own orgasm subsided. Incredibly, her pussy seemed even more sensitive and horny, dying for his touch, burning with hunger.
She lied there seemingly stunned as he dismounted her chest and stood beside her Porsche, hiking up and rebuckling his pants. "Well, we can definitely forget about that ticket!" he exclaimed, his legs still slightly wobbly beneath him. He regained his composure, gathering his helmet and putting it back on. "You just slow down there now, OK?" he said, rebuckling his helmet and redonning his gloves. "If I catch you speeding down this stretch of highway again I'm gonna have to strip search you, ya hear?"
A quiet "Mmm-hmm," is all she could manage as she felt a sticky glob of sperm drip off of her left tit onto her arm. Her right hand reached under her skirt and began to caress her clit as the sound of his boots trailed off into the distance. Her pussy rejoiced to her touch and her breathing quickened rapidly. She heard him start his motorcycle with a throaty rumble as she began frantically finger-fucking herself.
Within seconds, she was nearing another orgasm, gasping "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! AHH! AHHHHH!!!!" howling out in abandon, her rapidly pistoning fingers making sloshing sounds in her soaking cunt!
Her entire body clenched and she screamed out in joy as a fantastic climax tore her from head to toe, causing her to thrash and buck in her seat, tears almost welling up in her eyes from the force of her release. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she sighed deeply, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings once more.
Looking down at her breasts, she saw that she was utterly covered in his jism. A wave of contentment washed over her. Dimly, she was aware of the sound of a motorcycle engine trailing off in the distance.
The End.
Hallowe'en Party
You arrive home and find a flyer on your door. It's advertising a Hallowe'en party in the next town. You start to toss it into the trash. After all, you don't have time for such things as parties. Besides, you probably wouldn't know anyone there. But something on the flyer gets your attention before you can throw it out. It says "Adult Hallowe'en Costume Party." It occurs to you that it's been a long time since you've spent any amount of time with just adult company, so you hang on to the flyer. It's a week away, so you have time to make up your mind.
You spend your days dealing with children from infant to teens. Adult conversation and interaction is something that's severely lacking in your day to day life. You go through the next few days as usual, but the party keeps popping into your mind. You even go so far as to consider possible costumes you could put together. You're still sure that there's no chance that you could get away for the evening. You have too many responsibilities. But you can't stop thinking about the party.
Finally, it's Saturday and tonight's the party that's been nagging you all week. You decide that you deserve an evening out. You can go to the party, maybe meet a new friend or two, and go home. Not a big deal. And you've earned some 'me' time for a change. Now, to figure out which costume idea would work best. You're sure that you won't know anyone there, so you decide to get just a little daring. Nothing too risque, but something that lets you let your hair down a bit. You decide on an Elvira costume. You put on a push-up bra which presses your breasts up and together, providing plenty of cleavage without showing too much. Just enough to be noticed. You put on a long black dress that fits your curves and accentuates that you're definitely female. Then, to add to the feeling, you decide on a garter and hose rather than pantyhose. It's going to be only adults, after all. Then, on a last minute impulse, you decide to leave your panties off. It's completely out of character for you but you're the only one who'll know and it just feels sexy to have such a secret. You're wearing a long, flowing dress so there's not even a chance of someone seeing your knees, let alone anything that might be missing from up higher. The last touch is, of course, a long black wig. Then you put on your makeup. Chances are nobody would recognize you, anyway.
Even after you've dressed, you are uncertain if you really want to go to the party. But after putting on the Elvira look, you decide that you can't waste it now. So you head out the door and to the next town. You know exactly where it's going to be because over the past week you've driven past it a couple of times just out of curiosity while you were on your regular errands. Deliberately, you leave home so that you will arrive about an hour after the party starts. That way, if you notice there are no cars there yet, you don't have to stop. You're surprised to find that there are a couple of dozen cars already parked when you arrive. You're still nervous about going to a party where you don't know anyone, but you decide to park anyway. You sit in your car for a few minutes asking yourself "What am i doing? I don't have time to go to a party." But, you're here. You're dressed in costume. Tonight, you are Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. You go up to the door.
It's an unusually warm night for late October and the front door is open so you go on in. You're immediately greeted by a woman dressed as Jeannie from the TV show "I Dream of Jeannie." The second thing that you notice is that her top is virtually sheer. You get a glimpse of her nipples standing out as she welcomes you to her party. She introduces herself as Julie and tells you to come on in and enjoy yourself. She offers you a drink and you ask for just a soda for now. She leads you to the kitchen and hands you a glass of soda.
There are a few people standing around the kitchen, all in costume. One is dressed as a nurse, in a very short outfit and showing lots of cleavage. There's a man dressed as Zorro with his shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist and showing that he obviously works out and keeps himself in shape. For just a moment, you're tempted to just reach over and run your hand down his muscled chest. The other person, another woman, is in a pirate costume. She's wearing short shorts and a halter tied up under her obviously plentiful breasts. She reaches out and touches your arm while expressing how much she loves your costume.
It's just dawned on you that what you thought was simply a party for grownups is literally an "adult" party. This gives you two distinct feelings: One, you're a bit nervous having never been in this type of environment before. Two, you feel an unusual tingle low in your body as you realize exactly what might be going on in other rooms of this house. You consider just leaving, but decide to stay and satisfy a bit of curiosity. You've heard of adult themed parties before but had never been brave enough to actually attend one. You're here, so you might as well look around. You can just see what it's like without having to participate in anything at all. The three people in the kitchen all told you their names, but you were too distracted to catch what they were. And you didn't notice that Julie had just introduced you as Elvira, since you hadn't given your name. That seems just fine to you. You can just be known as Elvira for the night.
As you enter the living room, you notice that there's a crowd around the center of the room. You also notice that most of the costumes don't cover up much at all. Most of the women are either in very short skirts or simply in lingerie. The men are equally attired in revealing and sexy outfits such as a Scotsman in a kilt, Tarzan in just a loin cloth, and a Spiderman whose costume leaves very little to the imagination. As you get closer, you see what everyone is looking at: There's a couple in the middle of the room and she is stroking him as she's running her tongue along his hard shaft. This completely surprises you. You're embarrassed, but also fascinated that this could actually be happening in front of you. You've never thought of yourself as a voyeur, but you can't pull your eyes from the show in front of you. You find that your body is reacting to the view. And you look at the others around you, wondering what they're thinking. The thought crosses your mind "Do they know what I'm feeling?" You notice that no one is looking at you, they're mostly enjoying the show. You do notice that one couple is standing with the woman in front of the man and that he has his arms around her and is openly fondling her breasts. It's obvious that he's rubbing himself against her barely covered ass. Neither seems to care that they're in a group of people and that some, at least, don't even know them. Then you realize that might be why they're not concerned about it. Perhaps, like you, no one at the party knows them.
You go back to watching the couple in the middle of the room. She's continuing, now taking him into her mouth. She's in a costume as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Her skirt reaches almost to her knees, but as she leans over the man sitting in front of her, the skirt lifts in the back. It looks like she might even be raising her ass higher than necessary just so that it will raise her skirt. She seems to be enjoying knowing that she's being watched as much as she is enjoying what she's doing to the man.
As the couple continues, a man moves out from the crowd toward them. He stands behind "Dorothy" and raises her skirt up over her back, completely exposing her to the audience. She obviously doesn't mind as he starts caressing her ass with his hand. In fact, as his hand moves toward the top of her thighs, she spreads her legs slightly. He reaches down between her legs and you have a full view of him running his fingers along her wet lips. She spreads her legs further as he inserts a finger inside of her. Again, none of the participants seem to care that they're being watched.
The new man, who's dressed as a lumberjack, kneels down behind Dorothy. He places one hand on each of her ass cheeks and moves his face closer. You see that he's now running his tongue along the folds of her wet pussy lips. She presses back against his face as he pushes his tongue into her. You're completely fascinated that people can be this open with something you always saw as very intimately personal. You find yourself wondering just how far this group in front of you will go while being watched. You also find yourself wondering just what you'll see if this man, the lumberjack, does take things further. You've had very little expe
rience with men in your life, so far. Seeing the woman sucking the first man shocks you, but you find that you enjoy watching as she slides her mouth up and down his hard cock. He's not huge, like you've seen in some porn movies, but he's definitely not lacking in that department, either.
As these thoughts go through your mind, the lumberjack stands up and removes his boots, jeans and underwear. He's already erect. His cock standing proudly in front of him as he approaches the woman. This must be one of the largest cocks that you've ever seen. You wonder if you could even take that monster inside of you. Then you stop and blush at the thought that you could even think something like that. He grabs himself with one hand, while rubbing the woman with the other. You're watching, almost trembling, as you see him press up against her wet opening. You're sure that there's no way she could ever handle something so large. As he's gently pressing against her, and she's pressing back against him, you don't notice that someone has moved right up behind you until he whispers to you "They put on an exciting show, don't they?"
You've been so wrapped up in watching the 3 people that you'd nearly forgotten that you were in a crowd of people watching it all, live. You jump, just a bit, as you're brought back to reality. You blush immediately, knowing that he was watching you as you were watching the show in front of you. You start to walk away in embarrassment, but he steps in the way asking where you're going.
You mumble something about "I really don't belong here. It's not my kind of place."
He says "Are you sure? You sure seemed to like what you were seeing a minute ago." And he turns your head back to viewing the three in the middle fo the room.