A secluded hiking trail

You follow Trish out to her car in a daze. If you didn't know she had a cock hidden away under that skirt you'd probably be unable to resist all the manliness around you. Sure, some are flabby, some are balding, some are old - but each and every one has a tablespoon or so of that rich creamy treat you crave.

As she pulls out of the parking lot Trish tells you, "Out near the old city limits there's this little parcel of land someone decided to make into a park and hiking trails. I'm sure it'll be deserted this time of day."

You know the place she means and she's probably right. If the two of you head off the beaten path it's all but certain that no one will see you. Quite a few might hear what you're up to, but in your condition that just makes this idea even sexier.

Trish pulls onto the highway and you lick your lips, staring at the slight bulge just below your girlfriend's belt. No, you decide, ten minutes is too long to wait. Your left hand runs along Trish's leg, gripping her thigh, teasing her as you slide her skirt up.

"Babe, we're only like six or seven minute out now," says Trish, sounding a little excited and a little worried at the same time.

You ignore the worry, slipping your hand under her skirt and rubbing your fingers against her panties. "Who's the naughty girl now?" you ask huskily. "Panties? With this huge cock?"

Trish sucks in a breath as you roll your fingers along the underside of her shaft. "Fuck Jane. I wear panties when I want to feel more girly."

You slide your fingers up her shaft, causing a thick stream of precum to bubble from her cock, instantly soaking into her thin, silky underwear. "Still feeling girly?" you ask, teasing her balls.

"Oh Jane - I am going to bend you over and lash you to a tree stump! You're getting fucked so hard."

You pull your now cum soaked fingers out from under her skirt and suck your digits clean loudly and hungrily. Trish can barely keep her eyes on the road. Without a word you lean down, lift her skirt as much as possible and contort your body so that you can slide your head under her hem. If her skirt were any longer or tighter your prize would be denied to you, but Trish's knee-length skirt gives you just enough play.

"Don't make me crash," Trish says, lust coloring her pleading tone. She slides her bum forward slightly, allowing you to lick those soaking panties with your tongue. That draws a pleased gasp from above. An even more pleased sound escapes her lips when you pull those panties to the side and work her rigid member into your mouth. You can't quite suck on the whole length, but you take pride in the gasps and moans Trish is letting out as you roll your tongue around the first six inches of her shaft. Sometimes you pull back and suck on the tip alone, leading to whimpers and pleas from above.

"Al- Almost there," calls Trish. You smile around her cock, wondering if she means your destination or her orgasm, and start rocking your head forward and back, using your whole mouth to fuck her cock. The car turns off the highway and onto the gravel road leading to the hiking trails - and just after that you head a throaty "Uuunghh!" from Trish and her prick explodes in your mouth. Of course you suck up every drop, letting her flavorful spunk wash around in your mouth - mmm, was her seed always this sweet? You could swear it had a saltier flavor last time. Regardless, that load of jizz does the trick and at last you feel your cock thirst recede.

As you pull up and lean back in your own seat you're struck by how different the world looks. Spend five or six minutes under your girlfriend's dress and suddenly you go from a busy highway not far from downtown to a gravel back road with overhanging trees. Trish has slowed the car to a crawl and she's panting hard. When you pull into one of the rough parking spots at the base of the trails she looks over at you and asks, "What was that?" with a little awe in her voice.

You open your mouth, showing her the supply of cum you extracted from her balls. Then you swallow it down and smile. "I just needed a snack." God, you're getting to be such a slut. It's a good thing you've only got a few more hours in this body. Despite everything your treacherous brain shows you fleeting images of your new body, swollen with child, riding eagerly atop Trish's hefty pole.

Trish shakes her head and then gives you a long kiss with tongue. Then she gets out of the car on wobbly legs and crooks a finger for you to follow.