Jen: Route 66 Kicks-Tucumcari

Twenty-nine minutes later, there was a knock on my door.

The door opened at my touch. I stood there, my pussy and boobs on full display in all their naked and glowing glory. Donny just stood there, mouth agape and eyes bulging. After a short pause, he turned and fled at speed, back towards the lobby. I guess I came on a little too strong for him to stomach.

What the fuck do I do now?

I closed the door and retreated back to the room table. My pre-trip notes occupied me for the next several hours. Hunger finally decided my next course of action. I dressed in my usual traveling clothes and went out in search of my supper.

"Why so glum, Miss?"

I'd been slowly eating my supper with a morose, apparently sad, defjected look on my face. The voice startled me out of my reverie of feeling sorry for myself and I spoke before I thought.

"If you really want to know, a very studly young college kid took one look at my naked body and retreated post haste in fear of his--well, manhood, I guess."

"My name's Todd. His loss-my gain. Perhaps I can help. May I join you?"

"Why not? My name's Jen."

"So, what am I doing here, dear Jen? I'm a regional manager for a large pharmaceutical manufacturer. My region is roughly the Southwest. I'm looking for a companion for the night and I thought you might possibly fit that bill."

"Just like that, Todd? No lead in come on line?"

"Just like that, Jen. Why beat around the bush. No strings, no commitments, just a pleasant sharing by two souls passing in the night."

"Ok, but I want to finish my meal first."

"That's fine. I've had mine already, but I'll have more coffee while you finish."

"There's something else bothering me."

"And what might that be, dear lady?"

"Well, I went skinny dipping earlier today and the bodies of two little boys..."

After my story, Todd said, "Yes, I think I know what that was all about. The story would be more apt to happen around Albuquerque than here in the Tucumcari area, but still, not out of the ordinary. You see, you likely encountered a version of the La Llorona ghost, the so called, 'Ditch Lady'that wanders up and down ditches/canals, looking for her lost and drowned children or alternately, a child or two to steal to replace the drowned ones of her own."

"Did that really happen?"

"Legend says that she is thought to have murdered her own children long, long ago. Parents often repeat the legend to their children in order to get them to behave. Some people have reported seeing her ghost searching endlessly and others report the 'floating bodies' like those you saw. There are dozens of ghost stories just around Albuquerque, let alone the rest of Route 66 in New Mexico. I travel a lot in my job and I've heard most of them over the last dozen years.?

"Well, Todd, I've a history of seeing Route 66 ghosts ever since I left Chicago. I still shudder every time a new incident happens.That nerver happened to me before I started this Route 66 trip. Why me? Why now? I simply don't know."

"In that case, how 'bout we return to your motel room and sort of 'take your mind off' such scary happenings?"

"I'll go for that, Todd."

We drove our separate vehicles back to my room at the Blue Swallow Motel. Todd open the room door and ushered me in. He followed me in and closed the door behind us. As I stood, looking around, Art grabbed me from behind by my tits and immediately nuzzled my neck, ears and hair. His hands had pulled my top down and were rapidly roaming around on the fleshy mounds of quivering flesh that he had bared. My hips were already in slow motion in the timeless motion of eros, undulating forward and back, back into a more than pleasing erection.

I felt Todd's thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts and the cool air on my bare ass as they were pulled down and dropped to the floor. I slowly turned to face him. He ripped my panties free and flung them away. He then shed his few clothes. As his shorts dropped to the floor, I got my first look at the full and naked equipment he carried. My first Black meat!

I grabbed hold of that long, black missile and said to Todd, "Let's go back outside. I want to do something I've always wanted to do ever since I bought that car."

And so, I led him by a handhold on his big dick to the long, sleek hood of the Vette. I laid on my back along that shiny surface, the hood vents on either side of the centerline not withstanding, with my head pointed to the cockpit, and spread my legs.

"Eat me, Todd, and then I want you to fuck my brains out on this car!"

Todd needed no further encouragement! He dived between my legs and proceeded to work me over with his very long tongue. I was equally astounded by his tongue length as I was by the length of his dick. He licked up one side of my outer pussy lips and around on my Mons and down the other outer pussy lip. He did this for a couple of minutes. Then he licked up and down my slit. I was writhing and bucking like a wild rodeo bronc. Todd finally got to my clit, and OHHH Goooood! He bit and chewed, licked, and tweaked with his thumb and forefinger and sucked---and I screamed, and I screamed, and I screamed. Then I exploded.

I sprayed pussy juice in spades. Before I could stop coming, Todd mounted me on theit on the car hood, his knees grabbing purchase on the slick metal car skin. He held me down and stabbed that monster fuck stick in me and thrust all the way to his balls and he exploded in a scream of pleasure. And suddenly, of all things, there was quiet, light applause!

When I peered over Todd's shoulder as he froze in place, I saw a young man, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. The meeting joint of the towel ends was right between his legs. Lo and behold, a full, beautiful erection was poking out, splitting the curtain open and with precum glistening in the moon light.

He quietly asked, "Any chance of saving a little of that pussy for me?"

With a loud sucking noise, Todd backed his empty and deflating cock out of me and got down on the ground. I just lay there on the hood of my Vette, my legs splayed wide, with pussy juice and cock cream all over my pussy, thighs, and the car.Todd was also a matted, smeary mess between his legs.

The guy said, "I'm Al. My wife and I were sleeping and I woke up needing to piss and heard these screams out here just as i finished. I came out to investigate and . . ."

I just crooked my right forefinger at him in that timeless 'come hither' motion and said, "Less talk, more action."

Al climbed up and mounted me. He wiped his man meat up and down my slit, sinking deeper into it with each pass. When he reached my love canal, he poised his cock head in a moment of hesitation.

I yelled, "Damn it all, shove it in and fuck me!"

Well, Al used his hand to wiggle his cock and tease me some more before he suddenly complied to my wishes. He arched his back deeply and plunged in balls deep in one, swift stroke.

He wasn't quite as long as Todd, but he was much thicker and I liked that a good deal better. Al's thick dick pulsed, throbbed, and wiggled as he screwed it around. He reached a hand between us and diddled with my clit. Well, I couldn't take much of that. Once more I shuddered into orgasm this time multiple ones one after the other, shaking and gasping for breath. I didn't have much pussy juice left, but Al shot more than enough cock cream to make up the difference.

Eventually, I said, "Get off, I want to suck you dry and clean you up and then I want to do the same to Todd."

Doing so to both got them both fully erect again in short order. "Now," I said, "I want you each to take turns and do me."

So, while Todd started sucking and licking on my pussy, Al licked and sucked on my big boobs. After a few minutes, I said, "All right boys, now you two switch places."

Just as we finished, I heard this female voice call out, "OK, Al, you don't get to hog all the action, you pig, bring them here to our room so I can have some fun too!"

Well, Todd and I looked at each other and shrugged. I grabbed Todd again by his erection and twitching dick and pulled him along as we followed Al to his room and his waiting wife, Dixie.

Dixie was a slightly, but only slightly, overweight, five foot two inch strawberry blonde with generous but not enormous, tits. She was standing, naked in her birthday suit. One hand was rubbing her boobs and the other was finger fucking herself in rapid motion.

As we all entered their room, I said, "OK boys, you may be hard again, but you still need some battery recharge time to perform your best. And, I want to see more cock cream again. So, you guys just go sit for a while."

With that, I stepped up to Dixie and dropped my mouth to her tits. I licked and sucked up and down her cleavage, then around one tit and nipple and then the other. Dixie was shaking and moaning from my first touch. She was running her hands up and down my sides while I did her tits. My left hand grabbed her crotch and rubbed, hard. Dixie orgasmed at least once.

I pushed her slowly backward until she fell onto the bed. I told her to climb into the middle and then mounted her in a sixty-nine. As she spread her legs wide, I plunged my mouth and tongue into her pussy with a vengeance. I lowered my pussy over her mouth and she wetly slurped away on me. With my middle finger deep in her pussy canal and my thumb in her ass, Dixie shuddered into a roll of orgasms, one after the other.

Before I realized what she was doing, Dixie, still shuddering, ran a dildo up and down my wet gash and shoved it, unceremoniously, into my ass. She just as quickly, shoved a second one into my sopping pussy hole and then she turned them both on to full vibration power. Jesus H. Christ, I literally shot forward and fell off the end of the bed onto the floor. There, I lay flat out on my back and bucking and heaving, shaking and shuddering like no one I'd ever seen before. I screamed, I cried, I shrieked, and I exploded, almost literally. I blew the pussy dildo clean out and it went under the bed, still buzzing loudly as it vibrated.

Dixie was still smoldering in shudders of orgasm up on the bed, still trickling pussy juice down her ass onto the sheet.. The two guys just sat dumbfounded in their chairs, mouths hanging open, and watching us in awe. Shit, I was so spent and drained, physically and emotionally, that it took half an hour before I could move, let alone get up. Dixie just lay quietly on the bed, also temporarily drained and dazed.

Finally, I said, "OK boys, time for you to have some fun again!"

The night was young yet! I told Todd to lay on his back on the bed and for the other two to wait for instructions. Art's pole was sticking straight up in the air for his full bloated length and twitching for action. I licked his man meat up and down for a bit and then straddled him on my knees, facing him. I rubbed his cock up and down my slit as his precum mingled with my rapidly leaking pussy juice. I diddled him on my clit almost too long and nearly orgasmed.

So, I centered pussy over his pole and impaled myself all the way to his balls. I felt my cervix retract to make room, but he still managed to get at least the tip his cock head into my cervix opening. I just sat there, impaled an shivering in ecstasy.

I said, "Al, lube up and plow a furrow into my back door, and be quick about it, I'm nearly ready to cum."

Al did as instructed and eased into my poop chute with his thickly engorged pole until I felt his balls bang into my ass..

"Alright, both of you hold it a minute. Dixie, you lay beside us so I the boys can use their hands on your boobs and cunt." After she did so, I said, "OK boys, let's move!"

Everybody moved then in slow motion at first. Then the tempo began built, faster and faster. I stayed almost motionless as Todd and Al banged away at my front and back doors. Dixie was writhing under the roving hands of both guys. After no more than five minutes of this, one after the other, we blew our loads. Cock cream and pussy juice now flowed liberally all over the sheet under us, making a sticky, wet mess.

Al backed out of my butt with a pop and Dixie first used a wet rag on him before I licked and sucked him clean and dry after I raised up and plopped Todd out my pussy. Dixie then turned to Todd and went to work on his black cock (her first) to lick and suck him clean and dry. But she couldn't resist and mounted him for a ride of her own when he stiffened again as a result of her ministrations to his magic wand. When she finished, they cleaned each other up.

The rosy glow of predawn light was showing before we finally had enough and quit to get at least some sleep before resuming our separate journeys down old Route 66 to seek new kicks.

In my own room, I slept the day through. I got up in time for a late supper and promptly went back to bed to sleep through the night as well. The time was an hour before dawn when I popped instantly awake, alert and refreshed. Another trucker style breakfast of steak, eggs, french fries, oj, toast, and coffee got me fortified for the morning. I checked out of the motel and got Miss Swifty fueled and rolling again.

Down the road from Tucumcari lay the wide spots in the road of Montoya, 1,220 miles past Go; Newkirk, 1,232 miles past Go; Cuevo at 1,241 miles past Go; and Santa Rosa at 1,258 miles past go. Quite near Newkirk, the road passes over what was the Goodnight-Loving Trail where earlier cowboys once pushed their herds of southern cattle northward to the railheads in Denver and Cheyenne. Montoya harbors Richardson's Store and Sinclair Station which has been in continuous service since 1925. These places didn't have long to live. In the next decade, many of them would be the ghost towns they were fast becoming

Distinctive billboards along the route, picturing a jovial, smiling faced fatman, advertised the famous Club Cafe in Santa Rosa. The club boasted the best biscuits and gravy in the southwest. I stopped for coffee and had my thermos filled before setting out once more.

Originally, Route 66 beyond Santa Rosa made a northwesterly trek to Las Vegas before descending for Santa Fe down the infamous La Bajada Hill. That hill was a twisting mass of serpentine switch backs that saw its share of auto accidents. The road went through Albuquerque to Los Lunas before finally turning west again.

In 1926, New Mexico governor A. T. Hannett gave orders for a new "cut off" that would connect the road seven miles west of Santa Rosa to an existing highway from Moriarty on into Albuquerque. This reduced the drive between Santa Rosa and Albuquerque for 195 miles to 114 miles. This route was very close to that taken by the later, paved highway that officially replaced Route 66's "Santa Fe Loop" in 1937.

Between Santa Rosa and Albuquerque lie more wide spots in the road labeled as Cline's Corner at 1,13 miles past Go; the aforementioned Moriarty at 1,333 miles past Go; Edgewood at 1,344 miles past Go; Barton at 1,349 miles past Go; Tijeras at 1,357 miles past Go; and finally, Albuquerque itself.

Cline's Corners has been pumping gas since 1934. However, Cline's has not always been in the same place. The actual place location was moved from Lucy to the junction of Highway 6 and Highway 2, but relocation of Route 66 forced yet another move in 1937. Old-timers laugh when they remember that Cline sold gasoline for ten cents a gallon and water for one-dollar a gallon. Water was obviously a scarce commodity in those days. The year after I was there, a new post office was constructed.

The trip was only one-hundred and fourteen some miles, so it was still only midmorning when I motored onto Albuquerque's Central Avenue which was Route 66 through town. At that point, I'd reached 1,372 miles past Go. I pulled into a small cafe for lunch and to recollect some of the local history I'd boned up on in my pre-trip research.

Albuquerque's history goes way back some 12,000 years when the Anasazi Indians first settled in the area. The year 1540 saw the coming of the Conquistador Francisco Vasquez de Coronado in search of the mythical Seven Golden Cities of Cibola. Though Coronado left empty handed, that didn't stop even more Spanish settlers arriving in the area, looking for the elusive yellow metal.

The Pueblo Rebellion of 1680 discouraged further settlement until Spanish General Don Diego de Vargas arrived in 1692. By the beginning of the 18th century, the area that would one day become Albuquerque was called Bosque Grande de San Francisco Xavier. In 1706, a provisional governor, Francisco Cuervo y Valdez, petitioned the Spanish government for permission to establish the bosque as a formal villa and call it Alburquerque after a Viceroy of that name. Later the spelling was changed, dropping the "R" because some influential person couldn't pronounce that letter.

During much of the 18th and 19th centuries, Albuquerque was little more than a dusty training center along the El Camino Real or the Royal Road, linking Mexico and Santa Fe. Close-knit Spanish families accounted for most of the population living around the central Plaza in what would later be called, "Old Town".

Change came with the establishment of the Old Fort Smith Wagon Road between Arkansas and Santa Fe in 1839. For a decade, few people cared about or even knew of the existance of that obscure trail until the discovery of gold in California in 1849, and the subsequent phenomena know as the Gold Rush of 1849. The territory had been claimed by the U.S.A. when Stephen Kearny established an army post. After the Civil War, American merchants and tradesmen began to arrive in the Albuquerque area in growing numbers. In 1889, the University of New Mexico was founded in there, bringing with it, not only knowledge, but also new and different cultures to the community.

The place on Central Avenue I chose for lunch tand where I did this review of my notes was the famous (Route) 66 Diner. Although housed in a genuine Phillips 66 gas station of a bygone era, the diner's a modern and highly effective replica of an old style eatery. It offers a combination of tradition--old photos on the walls, old tunes on the juke box, classic dishes on the menu--and some wild contemporary touches.

The area in and surrounding Albuquerque is rich in history, both Spanish and Anglo as well as that of the native American Indians. One place I did check out in town was the Kimo Theater that dates from 1927. It combines native American and Art Deco influences. I hope many of you get to check it out someday. After my visit to the theater, I had to motor on down the road.

The older route of old 66 went south for some miles before going west again. Had I taken that route, I would've been able to visit a number of historic sites and old towns such as Isleta Pueblo. This pueblo is the home of the Tiwa tribe who descended from the remote Shoshoncan stock, The Shoshoncan stock in turn were the first people to enter the Americas some 30,000 years ago.

Another site a few miles further on was Los Lunas. rich in ancient American Indian, Spanish, and Anglo cultural history. But, I'd need at least a whole chapter to describe all that. So, I chose to motor on out of town directly west on the newer alignment of old Route 66.

The road crosses the Rio Grandeon Albuquerque's Old Town Bridge and leaves the city behind as it climbs Nine Mile Hill, so called because its summit is precisely nine miles from the center of town. A side trip south on Unser Boulevard, which I chose not to take, would have taken me to Petroglyph National Monument.

That monument is part of the area which includes Boca Negra Canyon, is all part of the West Mesa escarpment. The escarpment is part of a seventeen mile long lava carved prominence containing more than fifteen-thousand rock engravings called, petroglyphs. The etchings are of humans, animals, and and other undeciphered symbols going back some 3,000 years. Maybe some day I'll get back that way.