Setting off down the road most traveled in a sex story

Before a thought crossed my mind, a beat-up, aging Toyota Prius pulled up in front of us. The driver’s window rolled.

“One of you Bill Thompson?”

“Yeah,” my buddy grunted. “You’re –” He glanced at me. “You want a ride home as well, Kev?”

“Not home, but let’s all continue the night at your place.” I grinned at him. “I know Linda doesn’t let you keep **** at home, so we should pick up some on the way.”

“Man…” he shook his head.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Heads I win and you two pay for several cases of beer and bottles of liquor. Tails, I walk home.”

“Flip the coin, Kev,” Bill sighed. Seeing the result, he rolled his eyes and turned to get into the backside of the sunburnt red sedan. “We have a stop or two on the way,” he said to the driver.

I followed him into the back, sitting down on the bench seat and closing the door behind me. As the driver pulled away from the curb, I said to Mark seated on the other side of Bill, keeping my voice low to prevent the driver from hearing, “I bet we don’t make the next light. If we do, I delete the pics of Paulina. We don’t, you text her to head over to Bill and Linda’s as soon as possible.”

I would have loved to tell him she needed to arrive with lingerie, but mentally I conceded that Mark was already enough in the doghouse with his wife.

“Done,” he nodded.

We waited a bit as the driver directed the Prius along the road. However, the first traffic light – only a block away from a party store – we came upon turned red and the car braked to a stop.

“Shit,” Mark cursed, pulling out his phone. “Paulina is going to bitch me out.”

I kept silent until we finally parked in front of the party store. As Mark opened his door to get out, I whispered to my two buddies, “Got another for you guys.” Their gazes, slowly – very slowly – sobering up turned towards me. “If our driver isn’t sucking me off when you get back out here, you get all your money and pics back. If she is – you two both agree I can whatever I want with Linda and Paulina.”

They briefly stared at me for a moment before fey grins spread across their faces. “You’re on, man. Like that would happen.”

The two slid out and walked into the store. Once they were inside, I got out and walked around to the front passenger side door. Opening it, the driver, a young woman, glanced at me. Without a word of protest from her, I sat down beside her, closed the door, and quickly whipped out my cock. Her eyes flicked from my face to my dick and back. Based on how everything had been occurring – and glad that I wasn’t too drunk to appreciate this strange turn of events in my life – I wondered if my bet with Bill and Mark would have a direct effect on the driver. She swallowed nervously. I waited. A moment passed. Another. Then the young woman shook her head, unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the console, taking my dick in her mouth. I grinned as she sucked weakly at my rod, not moving her head up and down or even using her tongue to get me off. Must be inexperience, I thought.

“I bet,” I said softly, removing her baseball hat and resting my left hand against the back of her head, “That if I blow my load after my friends are back in the car, you agree to be my plaything. Anytime else and I’ll pay you double what you will earn for this trip.”

She turned her head, the thick head of my cock pressing against the inside of her cheek, her mouth bulging lewdly. Her eyes blinked in the dim light of the parking lot. Without any word, the young woman turned her attention back to my dick, attempting to grow more animated, bobbing her head up and down slowly, her lips taut around my rod. Still no tongue. Pleased at the fact I was getting some action – I couldn’t remember how long it had been since the last fuck I had, I gently pressed down on her head, making the young woman take me deeper and deeper, giving her – I hoped – a better impression of how I fast I wanted her to work my pole. Closing my eyes, I leaned back in the bucket seat and reveled in the pleasure I was receiving. I let my mind wander, thinking of Linda and Paulina and the wonderful things they would do for me.

“Holy fuck.”

“Goddamn, Kev.”

I jerked to a start at their voices, suddenly blasting a load into our driver’s mouth, the car doors behind me closing loudly. The young woman whimpered, eyes wide, trying to quickly swallow the invading fluids. I blinked, looking down at her and noticing small tears in her eyes.

“Sorry about that,” I told her weakly.

The young woman sniffled, extricating her face from my dick. Glancing back in worry at my pals, she straightened back up in her seat. Buckling up, our driver asked thickly, “Do we need to stop anywhere else?”

“Uh, no, we’re good,” Bill said from the back.

“Yeah, we filled up the trunk, nearly maxing out our cards for this, Kev,” Mark said. “You better –” He broke off. “Y’know fuck it. If we ask you to chip in for all this, you’ll probably make a bet out of it. Take us to Bill’s house, slut.”

Another whimper escaped the driver’s mouth as she shifted the Prius into gear. I glanced back at my old high school buddy, frowning at him. “You don’t get to call her a slut.”

His jaw fell.

“Leave it alone, man,” Bill warned his friend off. “We’re in enough shit as it is. Don’t dig us in deeper.”

“Yeah, Mark,” I growled. “Bill’s got a point. After all, as you said, Paulina’s pissed at you. So pissed that I bet when we get to Bill and Linda’s we’ll find the two of them sixty-nining with Linda still dripping with cum from Bill’s neighbor.”

“If we don’t,” he scowled at me. “And I know we won’t – Paulina’s borderline homophobic – you will leave us alone forever.”

“And if we do,” I snapped back. “You two will only have sex with whom I say you can.”

“Goddamnit, Mark,” his friend’s head shook, his voice low.