Motorcycle Diaries: Stranded

"Jennifer!" I called to her.

Between moans, she answered, "What?"

"I'm going to cum inside you." I gasped also. It's hard work pushing your dick in such a tight space. "Pinch your tits for me, bitch."

I hugged her thighs to my chest as I continued plowing her. I could feel my sperms getting ready to fire. Jennifer squealed as I buried my throbbing cock inside her one final time... pulsing as my semen squirted inside her. Her pussy convulsed on me again as she screamed for mercy, her orgasm coursing through her body.

Sweating and exhausted, I staggered back, my long cock slipping out from inside her. I noticed the big wide front passenger seat was rotated back to face the living area of the unit, it looked soft and comfortable. I settled in it, finding the electric controls that reclined it back and even brought out a footrest.

"Morgana, bring me a water bottle." He fetched one, staring at his wife's pussy as he passed it twice on his way back and forth to the fridge. Semen was leaking out of her, a lot of semen.

"You want to lick that, don't you, sissy boy."

His face instantly burned crimson. You don't get that with black people. We blush, but most of the time it's barely noticeable. Mr. Whitey, on the other hand, looked like his face had been painted with a red Sharpie.

"Can... can I?"

"Yeah, bitch. Lick up my cum from your wife's pussy. You can stroke too, just don't cum. And don't touch her at all except with your mouth. You disgust me, you know that?"

"Thank you, sir. Oh my God."

Jen held her ankles which kept her spread open for him. He ate her out with gusto, sucking all my semen out. Diff'rent Strokes kept running through my head. Who am I to judge?

Jen slid off the table and stumbled towards me, pushing her husband out of the way. She curled up on me in the big car seat-turned-lounge chair. She hugged me and kissed my face a hundred times, whispering "thank you" over and over as I stroked her hair.

"Morgana, what happened on the phone?"

He was licking his fingers, apparently he had found some of my cum on the floor and had wiped it up. My voice shook him out of his reverie.

"Oh... yeah... umm, there's a shop in Bryce Canyon that can look at your bike, but they can't get a flatbed out here until tomorrow morning. He said they would be here at eight. Is that alright, Mr. uh..."

"Walker."

"Mr. Walker. We can just camp here tonight, I think."

"Alright, I guess that's all we can do. You uh, you want to jack off, don't ya."

Again he got all red. "Yes, if that's okay."

"Yeah, it's fine. Just don't do it inside here. Go outside. No, keep your panties on, that's all you get. And don't be where I can see or hear you. In fact, don't come back inside for a half-hour." He bolted for the door.

Jennifer kissed me like a long lost lover, but I was done.

"Babe, we will fuck some more, don't worry. But the beers, the heat, you... babe I need a nap!"

"Can I stay here with you?"

"Yeah, just slide your booty off my stomach if we've got room, there we go."

I crashed within about two minutes.

~~~

The sounds of kitchen activities woke me up. Jennifer and Morgan were cutting vegetables and potatoes. They had covered me with a light blanket, he wore a long sleeve button-down shirt and his wife's panties while she rocked that kimono I saw earlier, but it was open in the front. My T-shirt and boxers hung from a clothesline, apparently freshly washed, and the rest of my clothes lay stacked on the table.

"Hey, guys, what time is it?"

They both looked up, startled. Jennifer set her knife down, wiped her hands, and jumped in my lap to kiss me.

"It's almost seven. We thought we should get dinner going if that's okay." Morgana smiled as he answered, then bowed his head.

Wow, I had been out over three hours. Jen's soft body just melted on me as she threw the blanket off and curled up on me.

"I missed you," she whispered in between kisses.

"You missed me? Or my dick." I already felt my blood moving.

She blushed. "Well, you of course."

"Don't lie, Jennifer." I held her face in my hands. "Tell me the truth."

"I missed your cock so much I —"

"I call it my dick."

"I Missed your dick so much. I haven't really even gotten a good look at it, it was inside me all the time."

I pushed her back so I could stand up and stretch. She knelt before me and my dick began expanding.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful! Can I touch it?"

"No."

"No? Dante? Please, can I touch it?"

I wanted to play with her a little bit.

"Not until you call it the right name."

I stroked it right in front of her face as he got longer and harder. Her mouth watered, I could see the drool on her lower lip as she watched me, mouth agape.

"You watch porn, don't you. When Morgana isn't around. You watch interracial porn."

"Yes, God yes." Her face flushed again.

"And it's hot, right? Big black cocks and little white girls?"

"It's... so hot... Dante, I'm so wet right now"

I dragged the shaft of my hot dick over her cheek, my balls dragging in her face.

"Say it," I said softly. "Say what you want to say. Use that word they use in those videos. I know you want to."

"You mean... No! I can't say that word! I never say that word! I've never said that! That's not who I am, it's not who we are!"

I don't use that word either. Not much, anyway. And it's a fighting word for sure, under normal circumstances. But in a situation like this, I like it. Makes the bitch hotter, that's for sure.

"Say it." I held her face gently. "Or I'll put it away. You won't see it again."

"No, Dante. Please don't do that."

"I own you, don't I? Say it, you little white, self-righteous cunt. Say it!"

"I won't..." And she sat back on her feet, slumping down. Defeated. "I can't say that."

"Say it!"

She shut her eyes tightly, then opened them and looked into mine. She shook her head.

"Dante, please! You own me, body and soul, Dante. You totally own me! But I won't, I won't say that."

I looked at Morgana as he stood there, transfixed.

"Morgana, put the knife down before you hurt yourself."

I stepped over to Jen and rested cock resting on her face and forehead. "Good girl. You're gonna suck me off. You want this in your mouth?" I picked him up and slapped her forehead with it a few times.

"Yes , Dante. I want it so much."

I slapped her cheeks with my big dick, then let it rest in her face. It's pretty heavy when it is filled with blood.

I pulled away and gave her a sideways look. "You want...?"

"I want it. I need to suck it, I need it inside my body, I'm a slave to you and your big cock."

"Kneel, sit up straight."

She did so, eagerly awaiting my next command.

"Go at your own pace, get used to it. But at some point, I will take over and fuck your face, so get ready. Try and relax your throat."

She reached out with both hands to pull the foreskin down and kissed the tip, her tongue swirling around my fleshy head. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and engulfed the head in her hot mouth.

After seeing Morgan's package, I was thinking the best Jen could do was maybe get a couple inches in her mouth. Maybe three. That's happened to me before and I understand, I can still work with it as long as they've got good strong hands to help out.

Then Jen surprised me. She got almost halfway down when it hit the back of her throat. I was thinking, okay, that's pretty good right there. I can fuck her mouth with some solid satisfaction at this depth.

But she wasn't finished. I could see Jen willing herself to relax, and she took me deeper into her tight throat. She breathed hard through her nose as she struggled to get more of my dick inside her. She fumbled for my hands and when she found them, she placed them on the sides of her head. She pulled my hands forward and looked at me with pleading eyes. I understood, she couldn't really go farther but she wanted me to pull her face onto my cock. I pulled back a couple inches and rammed my dick back into her throat. He (my dick) pried her throat open more and more, diving into her neck.

My veins pulsed more as she took him deeper. I had only ever had one other woman take me this far, but even she hadn't gone all the way, and that was a long time ago. It occurred to me that we needed a better angle, then I could get all the way inside Jennifer.

I pulled out of her mouth, long strings of saliva filling the space between her lips and my cock. She coughed and spit some more saliva, too. I guess my big dick got both her pussy and her mouth wet, but she couldn't swallow so it all gathered in her mouth.

I told Morgana to sit at his place at the dinette again while I helped Jen crawl onto the top of it and lay on her back. Only, this time, I had her scoot her ass up to the window, her legs and feet going up the glass and to the wall. Her head hung over the edge of the table, upside down.

I turned around and backed up to her so she could lick my ass. A lot of women won't do this, but I knew Jen would. Her hands came around me to fondle my junk as she licked up and down my sweaty crack. I spread my legs so she could get a good angle on me, and I was quickly rewarded with a hot tongue swirling on my asshole. Within a minute, she was able to push her tongue inside, fully rimming me. I relaxed further and she pushed her tongue in deeper. I was in heaven, I could have cum just like this, but, no. I wanted to fuck her face and flood her with my cum, I didn't want to just shoot it on the floor.

I turned around and faced her, my cock staring at her. She opened as wide as she could and I pressed forward.

"Watch this, Morgana." He leaned over with special interest. "Look, I'm gonna enter her throat... see it expand? Do you see that, motherfucker? Oh, you're doing great Jen, just another inch."

Jen reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me still more forward. I grabbed her tits and massaged and kneaded them as I began to really fuck her mouth. I loved seeing her neck shrink and then expand in size as my cock plummeted down her throat.

"Morgana, make your wife cum. Come on, girly boy, do it!" He sank three or four fingers inside Jens pussy with no effort at all. This woman was on fire.

My balls covered her nose when I went fully deep but she didn't even squeak. She just moaned as my long black dick filled her mouth and throat, again and again. Saliva poured out through the occasional gaps between her lips and my cock, streaming down her face and into her hair as her head hung down. I pounded her without mercy and got all ten inches down her throat.

I continued drilling her mouth, her tight throat working me good and I started getting that build-up feeling. I picked up the pace and pummeled her throat.

"Rub her faster!" Morgana's hand frigged her clit at a high rate of speed, matching my strokes into her throat.

"Jesus, fuck... fuck yesss... oh shit yessss... AAAUUUUUUGGHHHHH!"

My cock spasmed gloriously and my first shot went right down her throat directly to her stomach. I pulled out somewhat and pumped several more shots into her mouth so she could taste it, then I shot a few remaining squirts in her face, covering her eyes.

I picked up her head with my hands so she could swallow my load, which she gratefully did. Her body jerked and she cried out then as Morgana made her cum, too. I stroked my deflating dick, enjoying the pleasurable feelings and getting the last drops of cum out.

"Morgana, clean your wife's face. With your mouth." He quickly jumped forward and slurped up my sperm remnants. Again, I didn't understand it, but this was his kink so I tried to make it good for him. Up to a point, of course. I know he was eyeing my dick but he wasn't getting any of it.

"What's for dinner?"

Morgana finished his cum licking duties and answered promptly. "We've got a couple steaks, some potatoes, and veggies. Is that alright?"

"A couple steaks, huh? So..."

"We will split one. You can have a whole one, of course."

"Of course. This bitch got a shower in it?"

"Yes but, we are a bit low on water. I'm sorry. What we do is, we get ourselves wet and then turn it off. Soap up, shampoo, then turn it back on to rinse off. We need water for dishes and the toilet, so..." Morgana's voice trailed off.

"Yep, I get it. Find me some clothes, Jen."

—-

The ribeyes tasted heavenly, Morgana may have had his shortcomings in the man department, but the boy could cook on a grill. The three of us sat in folding chairs enjoying the Utah sky. Breathtaking wasn't the word. The altitude combined with the zero light pollution to provide us an incredible view of the stars. The Milky Way worked its way above us from horizon to horizon, I'd never seen it before. And just the sheer volume and brightness of the stars impressed me like nothing else ever has. If you looked long enough, a satellite would go by. I didn't believe Morgana at first and thought it was a plane. But he explained that planes have blinking lights, and after a couple of those went by, I could see he was right.

"Oh, look!" he exclaimed. "Jupiter is rising! And Saturn will be right behind it! Would you like to see them close up, Dante?"

The man was really excited about his astronomy. I was fucking his wife, owning her, making her mine. The least I could do was indulge his hobby. I waved him on and he flew to the RV.

"The man sure loves his stars."

"Huh," Jen remarked derisively. "Man."

I grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "What's with you guys, anyway? Are you happy, or what?"

"I mean, I love him. He's the father of our girl. He's a great provider and really a good guy. He just... well, sexually... I mean look at him. He's still wearing my underwear. I need more than that, you know? I need a real man, like you, Dante. You are... no, let me say this. You are above and beyond any fantasy I've ever had. I would run away right now with you. Bury him in the desert, and we could go to some small town and get little jobs..."

"Jen, sweetheart. That's... a damn good fantasy. But, you know, I'm not killing anybody just yet. Besides, who would drive the RV?" I was trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Oh I know, I didn't mean that. As much as I love being with you, it just points out how far away my fantasy is from my reality."

Morgana returned with a large telescope and a tripod. "I'll be just a couple minutes. It needs to sync up its GPS so we can get proper orientation and declination and—"

I don't know what else he said. The air temp was still in the seventies and a light breeze blew up, giving Jen a little chill. All she had on was one of my zip-up hoodies, but the zipper was only done an inch or so. I scooted my chair closer to hers so I could put my arm around her and we could kiss.

I felt her need in her kiss, her hunger. This woman hasn't been treated like a woman for so long. She was more like the moms to Morgan than a wife. And he continued talking about his telescope, oblivious to what we were doing. When I reached inside the hoodie and cupped her breast, she stiffened and then melted.

By the soft light of the inside RV cabin, I saw a tear fall down her cheek.

"Okay, guys. It's all set!" Morgan stood beside his telescope, beaming. "Come take a look!"

"Go on," Jen whispered. "Make the little boy happy. He sees you like a father, you know."

What the actual fuck. How could a forty-something man see me as a father? I have stepped in some crazy shit here.

"I'll be right back," I promised.

Morgan showed me how the eyepiece worked, explaining how the telescope had a motor and moved all by itself to track whatever object he had chosen. I bent my head to look.

Oh my God.

"That's fucking Jupiter!"

"Amazing, huh? And see the bright lights in a line around it? Those are some of the moons. The brightest one is Io, but there's also Europa, Callisto, Ganymede—"

"Dude, hush for a second."

I wanted to take it all in. He dialed in Saturn for me. When the rings came into view, I didn't know what to say. I mean I had seen pictures, of course. But to see it in person blew me away.

"Jen, have you seen this?" I turned to her chair, only to find it empty. I looked inside and saw her shape moving about.

I looked at Morgan and he just shrugged. "She gets like this, sometimes."

I looked at him, incredulous. "Bro, she needs you! She wants you to pay attention to her, not the damn stars. Don't you get it?"

He stood there looking at me. I could see it in his blank face, he had no idea what he should be doing. None. He was like a ten-year-old boy, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

"Go to her. Make love to your woman, man."

"Oh, I don't think so. When we have... sex... she starts it and helps me. She isn't doing that, so she doesn't want it."

I could see this was a problem we weren't going to solve tonight. "Stay out here for at least an hour. No matter what you hear, stay out here. Take some pictures of the planets for me, or jerk off. I don't care. Stay here."

I went inside to find the bedroom door locked.

"Jennifer. Open this door. Now."

I listened, I heard her crying inside.

"Jen, I'm gonna bust down the door." Being that this was an RV and everything was made to be lightweight, I could probably break the lock just by leaning on it. I didn't hear any movement from the inside, just little sobs.

I gave the door a good hit with the palm of my hand. The door flew open with a loud crash, a few little pieces flying. Jen cowered in the corner under a dim three-watt bulb. I gently rolled her over and held her in my arms.

"I didn't want you to... to see me like this," she said between sobs. "I just get so lonely, so sad."

"It's okay, Jenny, sweetie... shhhhh... it's okay. I've got you."

She squeezed me tighter, one of her hands gripping my arm. "Good god you're built like a truck, aren't you?"

I kissed her forehead, planting little kisses down the bridge of her nose and over to a cheek. My finger traced her jawline, enjoying her tender skin. Just being around this woman made me want to take her hard, show her how desirable she really was, show her that she deserved better than her husband.

She turned her face towards mine and met my lips in a tender, lingering kiss. Both our bodies responded to each other, but it seemed like there was more than that. Our clothes naturally came off, there was no urgent fumbling or awkward maneuvers. We just kissed like long-time lovers who were never tired of each other.

This afternoon was just some hard fucking and sucking, I wanted this to be about her. We kissed more passionately, our tongues becoming urgent. When I kissed down her neck, she raked her fingernails across my shoulders. She held my head when I suckled her rigid nipples for minutes on end.

I looked up at her, "When was the last time you were properly eaten out?"

"Umm, still waiting on that," she whispered.

I kissed my way down her stomach, playing with her belly button for a while. She giggled a little as I kissed lower, hitting a ticklish spot. I worked my way in between her legs to find her aromatic pussy waiting for me, lips puffy and glistening with desire. I lightly dragged the tip of my nose over all of her pussy, breathing in her essence. She moaned as my lips parted her wet labia as I got my first taste of her.

Light, delicate, a hint of peaches, maybe. What a fantastic tasting pussy, and she produced a lot of warm juice for me to swallow and enjoy. I lapped her up like a kitty with a saucer of milk; constantly licking here... and there... and back up over this way. She cried out my name when I inserted a finger into her tunnel. I quickly followed it with another so I could explore her pussy better, stretching her interior walls out.