Chapter 8
by ofhabit
Who is it?
The minivan
A couple of minutes later, the minivan pulls around the corner. As it pulls up, both the driver's door and the side sliding door open up. The middle aged man hops out the driver's side, and Julie hops out the sliding door. The wife, sitting in the front passenger seat, still seems to be asleep. Julie walks up to you, and says, "you drive." She then grabs the bags, and climbs back in the sliding door. The middle aged man climbs in the sliding door after her, and closes the door. You shrug, walk around the minivan, and hop into the driver's seat. The keys are in the ignition. The middle aged man says from behind you, "Hi, I'm Joe. Just get back on the interstate." You turn the keys, and get back on the highway.
Once you are on the highway, you look over at the woman sitting next to you. She's still passed out, lightly snoring, completely oblivious. You glance behind you, and see that Julie is making out with Joe, and undoing his pants. You bring your attention back to the road. You adjust the rearview mirror to look down and behind you, instead of straight back. It shows you Julie's head, hovering around Joe's crotch. Familiar sucking sounds waft forward. You glance again at the wife, wondering when she's going to wake up, and if and when she does, what will happen.
Monitoring the action behind you in the rearview, you see Julie pull her head off Joe's knob, swivel around, so that she is on all fours, facing you. Indeed, now, her head now rests about as far forward as your lap, floating between your seat and the wife's seat. In the mirror, you see Joe pull down Julie's shorts and underwear in one motion, and position himself, kneeling, behind her. His dick is standing, taut and at attention. He reaches underneath Julie, and moves himself forward. Julie sighs a little. Joe grabs a handful of each of her asscheeks, and begins to fuck her. Julie rocks back and forth, obligingly thrusting back into him. You look over at the wife again, unable to believe she hasn't woken up yet. Joe takes one hand off Julie's ass, and uses it to grab a handful of hair. He yanks her head back, and fucks her harder. Julie starts to moan, and to goad Joe on, begging "harder, faster, deeper, rougher." Joe does so, and Julie reachs one hand underneath herself to rub her clit. Her moans spread out and get shallower, until she suddenly releases a gutteral grunt, orgasming from the cock and the rub. Joe keeps fucking, elongating her climax, until he finally cums himself, as is indicated by his low but loud "oh fuck yeahs!" that he repeats. He thrusts a few times more, and instead of slowing down, practically throws Julie off of him, pushing away her head and ass, causing her to collapse to the floor.
You look again at the wife, sure that she has woken up. She stirs in her sleep, and turns so that she is facing you, but does not wake up. Joe sees you looking at her, and laughs. "She's on some pretty heavy sleep medication. It would take more than that to wake her up." You wonder just what meds these are, since the fucking that just happened right next to you was pretty loud.
What next?
free form
a mishmash experiment
just a place to collect unrelated sex stories
Created on Jun 22, 2004 by ofhabit
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