Morgan's roadhead goes horribly wrong!

Morgan began to rub her left hand over his crotch. Bill had to squirm in his seat to adjust properly. He grunted as she grabbed his crotch through his jeans.

"I don't know babe," he didn't take his eyes off the road. "You know what happened last time," he was referring to the time she blew him on a drive up to visit his family. She ended up causing him to swerve and almost crash into a median.

She just laughed and continued squeezing his cock. She reached over and began to lick his ear. She bit it softly. She knew this drove him nuts. Her right hand reached over the center console. She grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. "Payback is a bitch," she whispered in his ear. He grunted again as her hand now rubbed his almost fully erect cock beneath his jeans, but above his boxer shorts.

Bill would be fully erect, save for the fact that he was trying to drive. He felt her small fingers rub up and down his shaft. Try as he might, his cock was now at full attention. Morgan was a pro at giving handjobs. She applied the right pressure and speed. She even made a game of it. Her best time for making him cum was in only thirty seconds. It was at the time, after all, a month since they saw each other.

"Scooch up," she commanded. "I wanna get this guy some air!" Bill did as ordered and lifted his ass off the seat. He didn't look down, but he felt her push his boxers and jeans down. He could feel the cold air on his exposed cock. Her head went down, and she shifted in her seat to allow herself more access. She licked the large swollen tip. "It never ceases to amaze me, this cock of yours! I love it so, you know!"

"Is it bigger than..." Bill started to tease her, but she cut him off. He was referring to his friend, her former boyfriend, whom Bill stole her from.

"Don't talk about that." She muttered.

Bill sighed, "I know, I know, I'm sorry!"

Morgan laughed, "You know it is," she stated, licking the tip again, "you know he couldn't please me with his thing, the way this cock can!" She bobbed her head down half the length.

"You serious babe!" He looked down.

She pulled herself off his cock, "Of course, that's why I left him," she smiled up to him. "I always wanted you cock," she laughed, "and now it's mine." She went back to licking around the shaft. She began slow motions with her mouth, taking into the back of her throat. Her rythmn began to quicken, and soon she felt her nose hit the base. With one hand, she gripped his knee, and with the other his arm. She put her tongue over her bottom teeth, so as not to scrape him. She was a pro at this as well. Maybe more so. Her pace was quick now. The car filled with slurping sounds.

Bill noticed they were coming to a toll booth to cross onto the highway. He knew he should tell her, but he wanted to cum in her mouth. As they came with a mile of the toll booth, the idea of her getting caught by some fat toll-booth worker sucking his cock excited him. He loved it when the world knew that this hottie was his and his alone. His grunts became louder and more frequent, he was near to blowing his load. As he entered the toll-booth lane, Morgan must have noticed that they were slowing down.

She picked her head up from his cock, but continued to jerk him with her right hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a toll-booth!" He huffed, so close to the edge.

Morgan's eyes lit up, "WHAT?" She jerked her head up to see they were only three cars back. Her hand instinctively squeezed his erection. This was the catalyst as Bill spewed his load into the air. The first shot hit her chin, "SHIT!" She cried out, her mouth open at the wrong moment, and the second spurt hit the top of her mouth. Morgan began to spit it out, and as she did her head bent low. The final several shots all splashed onto the top of her head. Cum began to drip down her short auburn hair. "What the fuck?" She shot up into her seat.

Bill laughed as she reached up with her hands to try and get the goo out. "Hurry, give me a towel," she searched the glove box and the console frantically.

Bill adjusted himself and pulled up his pants. They were next in line. He slowly crept up to the teller.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Morgan cried out. She kept pushing her hair back, in an attempt to seemingly gel her hair with it.

As they pulled up, Bill was right on the money. A fat man was taking the coins. "A dollar fifty," he nodded to Bill. The man noticed the beauty Morgan, who continuely rubbed her hands through her hair. "You guys alright," he shot her a strange look.

Morgan just nodded, her face blush red. "We're fine, just going up to the casino, we're on vacation!" She was clearly nervous, she always gave too much information when she was nervous.

"Uh...Ms....you have something on your chin," the man pointed.

Morgan had a horrified look on her face, she forgot to clean that spurt off. She cupped her hand and wiped her chin. "Thanks,"

The guy looked at Bill, "You guys have fun," he smiled, and looked to the next car.

Bill drove off from the toll-booth. He wondered what the man thought or knew.

Morgan slapped him. "You're an ass!" He was surprised that she wasn't livid. Instead, she took the cum filled hand and rubbed it through the front of her hair. "HAIR GEL!" She laughed, mimicking the movie "There's Something About Mary". Sure enough, her hair stood up, caked with cum. She looked over to Bill. "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous," he laughed.

Morgan pulled down the mirror. She adjusted her hair. It seemed to almost straighten out. She fixed it as best she could. "This shit isn't that bad. I might use some later tonight!" She laughed.

"I got tons more where that came from," he joked.

Morgan pointed to her pussy. "Save some for this guy right here though!"