Road Rules

Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events that follow is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to LadyCibelle for her editing to make this a better story.

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The first day I met the others at the starting point. There were just six of us and we came from all over the country.

Donnel was a 23 year old, heavyweight black man with a great sense of humor and an equally great appetite. Sean was a 22 year old Italian American who was rather moody but athletic. Mary Beth was a 21 year old college student with long brown hair and better looks than most high fashion models. Brittany was a 20 year old with short blonde hair and attractive face marked with acne. Traci was a 21 year old African-American who was rather quiet and exuded intelligence.

And then there was me. I was a 19 year old from a growing Atlanta suburb. I had just finished my freshman year in a Florida college and was still trying to decide what I wanted to be. I had done pretty well in school, making the Dean's List both semesters but had no illusions that things wouldn't get progressively harder. So, the eight weeks of being on Road Rules was a welcome break from school, a chance to make some new, diverse friends, and hopefully time to reflect on my life's direction. I told them to call me Nathan or Nate.

The first order of business was to pick up our motor home, which would be our only shelter for the life of the project. It was not huge but, at least, it turned out to be large enough to sleep six without having to convert the eating booth, which could be used in a pinch. Donnel elbowed everybody out of the way and claimed the lower single side bunk. Sean took the upper single side berth. Mary Beth and Brittany had dibs on the double bunk above the front seats. That left the double bunk in back so I walked back and lay down, deciding quickly that I had the best option. I had forgotten about Traci until she walked in and lay down beside me, asking "Do you mind if I sleep with you?"

"Not at all" I said sincerely.

We all spent a few minutes stowing our baggage near our selected bunks. Our initial message from the director said that we would have three days to get used to the RV and sample life on the California beach before we got our first direction. We decided to take a dip in the surf which was only a couple of football fields from where the RV was parked. We all changed to swimsuits and I got my first surprise: with only the outer door being closed, everyone changed without being concerned about privacy.

Traci stripped naked in front of me and fumbled with her bikini, which was in a tangle that she had not bothered to correct before she undressed. Not to be outdone, I skimmed out of my clothes and pulled over my trunks but she stopped me by asking for my help in untangling her bikini. Naked as jays, we huddled together and worked on the little strings. When I got a hard-on, Traci giggled but said that it was pretty good sized.

As I got her strings undone, she reached for the little garment but her left hand grasped my tool and squeezed it for a few moments. I cupped a handful of her ass but then someone called and we hastily got dressed. However the bulge in my trunks didn't leave a lot to the imagination and all the others commented about it and laughed. Traci said that they were just jealous.

The ocean was cool and warm at the same time, giving an overall fantastic feeling. We cavorted playfully and aimlessly for a while. However knowing how this game was usually played, I decided to find out as much as I could about the other players. Sitting in waist-deep water, I bounced over to where Brittany was and asked if I could talk to her. She came over and got in my face, splashing water at me playfully. For a while we just played with each other and then I began to ask questions about her background. I found out that she was from a large family, her hometown was a small Kentucky place, her high school class graduated 119 seniors, college, and she was a cheerleader and in both the FFA and FHA groups, even the fact that she had no current boyfriend although she had several exes.

As time progressed Brittany was sitting on my folded-up legs, her hot lithe body pressed up against mine. Even though I had encountered a number of sexually uninhibited girls during the last college year, I still had not gotten used to girls who dealt with guys as if sex was a non-issue, okay if they did, okay if they didn't. Brittany seemed to be one of those and she could not have sat where she did without knowing that she was having a dramatic effect on my libido ... my cock was trying to punch her in the ass.

Without breaking off the recitation of her ex-boyfriends and why they had become exes, she pulled my cock through the loose leg of my trunks, pushed the crotch of her bikini panties to one side and sat back on my tool, letting it be swallowed by her cunt. It was such a matter-of-fact move that it was done before I even thought about the impact it might have on the team dynamic. I looked around but the other four were chasing a ball in the surf and no one was paying any attention to us.

Brittany didn't try to fuck me really, just sat on my shaft and the wave action caused her to ride gently up and down. As our conversation lagged, I felt the pressure in my balls build and suddenly I was spurting cum into Brittany's cunt. After I'd finished cumming, she gave me a little wink and eased off my lap, pulling our suits back into place.

I said "I'm sorry."

"What for? I thought you liked it."

"I loved it. I'm sorry I didn't help you get off."

"Oh, honey, you did. I'm pretty good at hiding my orgasms. I had three while your thang was in me. We've got to do it again sometime real soon," she said in her Kentucky drawl. She bent over and gave me a peck on the cheek, probably to keep from raising suspicion from other members.

We rejoined the group and played with a beach ball for a while until I got Mary Beth off to one side and began to ask her the same questions. She was cooperative but was very careful to keep distance between us. That was unfortunate because I thought she was the sexiest and most beautiful woman I had the opportunity to meet. Still she was nice enough to talk to and provided a good sketch of her life.

She was from a suburb of Tampa, her only family member was her mother, her graduating class in high school was large and impersonal. She was a member of a dance corps but it was not associated with school. She'd had a couple of boyfriends but didn't feel like she was very good at dealing with men, which was something she hoped to improve during our project.

When it got dark, we walked back to the RV and fixed some dinner, which we ate outside watching the sun set across the water. We sat and talked for several hours before heading inside to go to bed. Donnel was the first in bed and he was snoring rather loudly by the time anyone else went inside. Sean and I went in about the same time while the girls stayed out to talk a little longer. I got into my sleeping shorts and climbed under the sheet and was nearly out when Traci came in and crawled under the sheet. She moved over onto her side facing away from me but scooted back so that we were touching. I was very surprised to find that she was naked.

She whispered over her shoulder, "I sleep in the nude all the time. I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's okay," I replied.

"Then what's that poking my booty?" she asked.

I was embarrassed that at our first touch, my cock had begun to grow and was now straining against my shorts to get out. Traci turned so that her face was next to my ear and said "I think you'd be a lot more comfortable if you got out of those shorts." Her hands tugged them down as I lifted my bottom and then my legs.

Again she whispered in my ear "I'm going to turn over again. If you want to, put that in and we'll have a little fun 'til it goes down. Just don't get to rocking too hard."

She turned over and pushed back until we were spooned together. With her head lying on my bottom arm, she pulled the other over her and brought my hands up so that they were cupping her shapely tits. My dong took another leap of faith and began to quest for a home between her buttocks. When she raised her legs slightly, the head of my probe settled at her cunt opening and an almost imperceptible push put it inside. With a little wiggling from both of us, my whole boner was soon inside her.

She felt great! The sensations from my cock were of a velvet reception, warm, welcome, slick, and wonderful. Her cunt enveloped my shaft like a kid glove, tight without being constricting. Her buttocks against my crotch were smooth, round, hard yet soft at the same time.

She started to move, not a big movement but just little "standing in the same place" kind of moves, her ass seeming to move in circles. I kneaded her titties, squeezing and pulling on her nipples and the sigh she made silently seemed to approve. Then, when I moved a hand down her side and into her valley to touch her clit, which was standing up almost like her nipples, the sigh was longer, more uncontrolled.

Even so I don't think she made any noise, nor did the bed move and I did not think the RV was shaking with our movements. Still I knew she approved of my touching her clit the same as she knew I loved the way her pussy felt around my penis. And when she dropped a hand between us and cupped my balls, I gave her an extra squeeze of approval.

Over her shoulder, she whispered that we had to go slow to keep from rocking the RV so I was very careful not to start pumping her pussy. We didn't have a clock near the bed but I guessed that we were at it for ten to fifteen minutes when she stiffened, her head jerked three times and her whole body shook as she climaxed. Right then I wanted to pound her ass until I shot my load into her but I knew we couldn't do that so I let her relax and begin her movements again.

Again, a number of minutes passed before she stiffened once more, her head jerking back and up violently and the shaking started anew. The next time, it was me that started cumming, spraying her pussy with my hot sperm. That seemed to trigger her third climax, just as violent as the others but, when it was over, my cock deflated and slid out of her and we both sighed and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning when I woke up, I was in the same position but Traci had turned over in the night and scooted down in the bed. She was pressed up against me so that I could feel her tits pressing against my abdomen. Her head was lying on my stomach and one arm was over my hip and her fingers were touching my ass. It was a rather sexy position to be in and I grew erect rather quickly.

I had been that way just a few minutes, afraid to move lest I wake her, when she stretched and turned over, moving up in the bed in the process. I thought she was still asleep but then her butt pushed into my crotch and with one hand she spread her buttocks. I aimed my dong at her exposed pussy and pressed forward, watching the head of my cock disappear inside her. When I hesitated, Traci bowed her back, causing her bottom to back into my crotch and sending my shaft completely inside her.

Just as the night before, she began to rock her bottom gently and the sensations of her pussy around my cock came flooding back to me. I cupped her hooters and kneaded them for several minutes. Her hand again worked its way between us and she cupped my balls and her fingers played with their contours. I slid my fingers down and into her crevice, teasing her clit until, like the previous night, she came three times by the time I unloaded my balls into her belly.

After a couple of minutes, Traci turned over and snuggled up to my length. She looked in my eyes and whispered, "I'll make you a deal, sugar. As long as we're both on the team and sleeping together, you can put that thing in me any time you get hard. I won't mind. Just do it. Okay?"

I nodded my agreement. That was a great arrangement for me.

We dressed and went outside, since none of the others were up. However we'd only been sitting in the lawn chairs for a few minutes when Sean stumbled out, not quite awake. Probably fifteen minutes later, the other two girls came out giggling but it was another hour before Donnel came out complaining about how early it was.

We rented bicycles and started a leisurely tour of a few miles of the coast area by mid-morning. I managed to talk to Sean enough as we rode to get my personal bio questions answered and then I did the same with Donnel at a couple of rest stops. In the afternoon, I rode beside Traci and got her to tell me about herself, completing the cycle. I hoped all the information would at least let me be a better teammate even if it didn't come up in some test.

By early afternoon, Donnel was complaining of muscle cramps and a sore butt from the bicycle saddles so we turned around and headed back before we really wanted to, stopping at almost every wayside stand along the way so he could get something else to eat. Thus it was nearly sundown when we got back to the RV after turning in the bicycles.

We had things in the RV for hotdogs so we built a little fire on the beach and roasted wieners and ate hot dogs for dinner, roasting marshmallows for desert, sang songs for a while and then told made-up ghost stories. It was a great evening. And it ended with a great fuck of Traci.

The following morning we had instructions for our first 'event', which was to be an individual 'breaking the ice' event to see what we knew about each other. The reward to the winner was a check for $6,000. Suddenly everyone was trying to find out all the information I had gotten the last couple of days.

Mid-afternoon a courier brought six moderate sized white boards and some markers. We sat around in a semi-circle facing the project host and hostess who read the questions. I guessed right on some of the questions of the other five, knew the correct answers on others, and got fifteen of the eighteen questions right. The next closest was Mary Beth with eight right so I got the check for $6,000. We also were informed that the next morning we would receive new instructions so we should enjoy the evening.

I called the team together for a huddle and outlined a plan that everyone enthusiastically approved. While Brittany and I went down the boardwalk to a bank about five blocks away, Mary Beth and Sean made some calls and arranged for a limo to pick us up at six o'clock. At the same time, Donnel and Traci asked some locals for 'best restaurant' recommendations and made a call to get us reservations. Afterward they all asked questions of people on the beach about the best places to have some fun in the evening. My plan was that I would share my afternoon's winnings by paying for a first class evening before whatever the next day brought.

By the time Brittany and I got back from cashing the check, it was after five o'clock so we had to rush through quick showers in the RV and dressing in some clothes we could go out in. The limo arrived right on time. As the BMOC for the day, I got to sit in the middle of the huge back seat with Mary Beth on my left, Traci on my right and Brittany directly in front of me. Sean and Donnel took the side jump seats. Sean found the bar and poured libations for everyone and a great evening got underway.

I enjoyed the company of everybody although Donnel was a little ... strange to me, a little too uncouth, but he was funny and had jokes for every occasion. He even told dirty, sexy jokes but the girls seemed to love them, although I would have felt awkward telling them in mixed company. I felt like I had made friends with them all. Although Mary Beth was a little distant; I felt that way generally around women I considered beautiful and she was ... WOW! Friendly enough but she wasn't going to stand close enough to me to let something rub off, in spite of her position in the limo.

We toured four different hot spots after dinner, drinking and dancing and having a good time. Brittany and Traci thanked me for the evening with long sensuous kisses and Brittany found an out-of-the-traffic spot where she gave me a great blow job while the others were occupied with sight-seeing. She would have made it even better but it was too hard for her to get out of her skin-tight jeans. It was after 2:30 when we crashed back at the RV and I was asleep a few seconds after I shot my load into Traci's all-too-willing cunt, accompanied by her usual three orgasms.

In the morning I slaked my lust again by thrusting into Traci's hot pussy until my balls were empty and then we went outside for the fresh air and found our instructions. We were going on a sort of scavenger hunt that would take us through parts of ten states and approximately 3,000 miles in the next seven days. We had maps and clues to the first location. At that location, we would find instructions to the next checkpoint and so on until we reached the final stop. If we didn't make it within 168 hours of starting, we would have to vote to evict a member, who would be replaced by someone else. If we exceeded the speed limit at any time, we would receive time penalties that would add to our total time.

I was not very happy with the other two guys on the team by the time we'd completed the first day's travel. We had decided that we needed to try to keep the RV rolling as much as possible so we would swap drivers every couple of hours. That would give everyone some rest time and everybody would take turns navigating too. However in reality Donnel and Sean sat at the table and played cards and ate the whole day, helping with neither the driving nor the navigating. When we stopped at our first destination, Donnel did at least join me and the girls in searching for the clue to the next stop but Sean didn't even get out of the RV ... he decided it was time for him to take a nap.

By the third day, even the girls were ragging on him about his laziness so he reluctantly took a turn driving ... and in less than two hours, got us three separate time penalties for going over the speed limit. Everybody was so angry with him we were ready to toss him off the RV. After that we let him stay in his bunk the rest of the trip.

We were making good time, having hit six caches with new instructions in the first six days and driven halfway to the final destination by sundown on the sixth day. We decided to stop at an RV park along the way and have a good night's sleep. Since I had napped late in the afternoon, I wasn't able to sleep as early as some of the others so everyone but Mary Beth and me were inside in their bunks sleeping. I was reading in a lawn chair beside a picnic table while Mary Beth was sitting on the bench of the table, occasionally asking questions or talking about the trip. Just her presence made it difficult for me to read but I kept trying, lest she see the fear I have of dealing with beautiful women.

Finally she grew quiet and I became engrossed in my book. Then, when she asked, "Do you think I have a fat ass?" I was unprepared.

I started, "Mary Beth, you do not have ... a fat ass. You've got the greatest figure I've ever seen," and by then I had looked up.

She was on her hands and knees on the picnic table bench within arm's reach of where I sat. She had tossed her short skirt over her back and she was not wearing anything under it. Her bare round ass stood in sweet relief just inches from my face. And between her beautifully tanned legs was the inviting sight of her soft pussy lips covered with a light brown curly down.

I couldn't help myself. I reached over and ran my hand lightly over her ass, feeling of each of the perfect globes of her buttocks. Then my fingertips trailed down the crack between them and over the soft flesh of her exposed pussy.