Summer Surprise Pt. 12

They were about 30 minutes outside of LaCrosse, when Chloe said. "It seems to me, Matt, this might be the perfect time to test the theory that Dianne won't ever refuse you sex if you ask for it. We'll keep our eye out for the gendarmes."

Since they were on I-94 on a Monday on a well travelled Interstate between Madison and Minneapolis, it was an interesting proposition.

"What about it Dianne?" Matt said. "Can I expect a good fucking from you?"

"Do you want me naked?" Dianne asked. "If I am, it might cause an accident."

"Do you have underwear on?"

"Silly boy. You know Mistress doesn't allow me underwear."

"We can probably do without the nudity then."

"We will have to get your cock out of your pants. I could pull them down around your ankles." Dianne started to undo his belt and zipper.

"I might cause the accident."

"It won't be visible that long. Either my mouth or my cunt will be around it." Dianne was tugging to get his jeans down. Matt lifted up his hips to help her.

"What about your ass."

"Alas, my ass is currently plugged. We'd have to remove it. I say we just go with my slave cunt since I love to have you sharing my nether regions with a big plug."

Dianne unbuckled her seat belt and crouched down so she could suck his cock as Matt wasn't properly hard yet. He would be soon.

"Mmm, nice," Matt groaned when the head slithered down her throat. He let his hand rest on her head as Dianne bobbed up and down his stalk, adding a bit more rebar to his rod. When she had the tool she needed, she knelt facing him, straddling his waist.

"Put your prick in my pussy, Matt," Dianne said, hovering over him, her head cocked slightly so she wasn't banging the roof.

Matt used his hand to aim for the proper target and Dianne sank down his shaft.

"The driver behind us can't believe what he's seeing," Dianne said, looking over Matt's shoulder.

She started riding him, nice slow strokes up and down. They kissed, a lot, their lips locked together as she rode him.

"If you want to give him a bit more of a show, lover, you can pull my shirt up over my breasts," Dianne said.

Matt thought she was joking, but he started to lift it just to see when she'd stop him. She never did, instead drawing it up over her head when he got it high enough, riding topless in the back seat of the SUV. They started to get more attention. Passing cars would slow down, a few beeping when they sped up again.

"May I have permission to cum, Mistress?" Dianne asked.

"No."

"May I have permission to stop, Matt?"

"No fucking way. I'm about three minutes away from my climax," Matt said.

"It looks like I'm going to be a bad girl, Mistress," Dianne said, continuing to fuck her boyfriend.

It only took her thirty seconds to cum. Dianne didn't stop, adding a slight forward thrust to the up and down, digging his cock head into her g-spot. Dianne couldn't believe how aroused she was, topless on the highway, fucking Matt with a plug in her ass. She was going to cum again soon.

"Mistress, I'm going to cum again. Any chance of getting permission this time?"

"Nope."

"Any chance of my stopping, Matt."

"Since I'm less than a minute away, that's a big negatory."

"At least try to cum when I do." Dianne rode him faster.

Matt palmed her breasts, running the pads of his thumbs over her exceedingly hard nipples.

"Oh, fuck," Dianne said, "that feels so good. I'm going to cum."

Matt's cock began to throb and he groaned. Dianne planted herself on his cock and froze, letting the contractions of her release milk his balls of his seed. She blew a kiss to the driver who'd been glued to their tail the last fifteen minutes. Matt gave a couple jerky thrusts to squeeze out the last drop of cum.

"Wouldn't it be great if you could travel like this all the time," Matt panted.

"I'm thinking the private jet to New York, big seats, luxurious accommodations, a chance to join the mile high club," Dianne said, tugging her shirt back down. "Fuck you in front of whatever crew is aboard."

"I'm thinking he should bend you over the alter at your wedding and take you there," Chloe said.

"Don't give him any ideas, Mistress."

"I'm thinking I should glaze your face with my cum before you walk down the aisle. Wouldn't that be a topper? You do plan on inviting your parents to the wedding, don't you?"

"I was, Mistress. I'm not so sure I should anymore. Maybe a small ceremony with two witnesses might be more appropriate, considering your suggestions."

"When Matt meets your parents, he should bend you over the sofa and fuck you right in front of them."

"My daddy does carry a concealed gun. I'm not sure that would be the wisest move, Mistress. My fiancé might come home without any nuts, then so much for your plans of me surrendering my reproductive cycle to you. I can't fuck any other men."

"You all are joking, right?" Rosilyn asked.

"Only halfway joking, I think," Dianne said, dismounting now Matt's cock was shrinking.

"Try not to get cum on my leather seats," Sophia said. "There should be some tissues back there."

"Fuck tissues. Slut can clean up after both of them."

So Rosilyn undid her seatbelt to crouch down to clean Matt's cock before lapping Dianne's dripping cunt to clean her off. Then both of them helped Matt pull his pants on and they all buckled up again.

"The pause that refreshes," Matt said.

"Speak for yourself. Your salty cum made me thirsty," Rosilyn said. "Is there any chance we can pull into a rest stop for something to drink? I saw a sign saying there was one in two miles."

Sophia laughed. "Not a problem. I could use some more caffeine myself. I need more sleep than what you kids seem to get by on."

"Jesus, you're like ten, twelve years older than we are," Chloe said. "You're not ancient."

"More like seventeen, eighteen years. Hitting forty in July."

"Forty, huh, one of those milestone birthdays," Chloe said. "Maybe we should plan a blowout bash for the occasion. 'Fuck the MILF into a Coma' party. We happen to know a bunch of horny fuckers who would probably volunteer for that gig."

"I'm not a MILF, you know. Never became a Mother. I'm just another old lady without progeny."

"It hasn't stopped Gretchen," Dianne said. "You don't need a husband to help support a child. We could have a 'Fuck the Old Lady into Motherhood' party. You'll have a live in baby sitter for the next couple years."

Sophia had pulled off the highway into the rest stop and she suddenly pulled to the side, stopped and turned around to look at them.

"You're not joking, are you?"

"We knew Gretchen far less than we know you. If we were willing to do it for her," Dianne said, "why not you? Hell, I'm sure there are even a couple more football players hanging around campus until after the graduation ceremony. Matt could check around with some of them and see if they want to participate. Todd probably knows more geeks. You'd be taking pot luck where sperm was concerned. With Gretchen living next door, you could probably take turns baby sitting for one another if you wanted to date once in awhile, look for a non-cheating bastard of a husband."

"I've never even considered having a child without a husband, but there's really no reason I couldn't, is there?"

"None I could see," Matt said, "but I've grown to appreciate the concept of unforeseen consequences. Two months ago, I didn't foresee any of this happening."

"I've got to think about this, but the next time you fuck me, Matt, I may have thrown my birth control pills into the trash."

"Something more to share with your family, Matt, besides they may have a couple new fuck toys," Chloe said, laughing. "You could be a daddy twice over before you start a job."

Sophia started giggling, then broke into laughter before driving up to the rest stop bathrooms and vending machines.

******

"Listen up, slaves," Chloe said, about fifteen minutes before they got to Ethel's. "This is what I want you to do when we get there. As soon as we arrive, you're to go in the house, and before you do any hugs or greetings, strip off your clothes and stand at Display. We'll see if they want to hug you naked. You may speak if spoken to, but maintain display and don't talk about your status until the rest of us join you. We'll be bringing in the luggage and after we do, we'll make introductions. At which point, we'll discuss your slave status with the others and some of the other things which have happened later. Any questions?"

"No, Mistress," they replied.

As soon as they arrived, Rosilyn and Dianne knocked, entered the door when it was opened by a maid, and without another word, stripped off the rest of their clothes and stood at Display, which is the way Ethel and Georgina found them when the servant told them their guests were there. "Two of the women are naked," she said, before resuming her duties. Beth and Elaine soon joined them.

Ethel and Georgina looked at each other and Georgina said, "Beth did tell us to perhaps expect some changes. What the hell is going on?"

They entered the room and saw both women standing with their feet apart, arms up, fingers interlaced behind their necks.

"Dianne, what are you doing?" Ethel asked.

"Matt or our Mistress will explain as soon as they grab the luggage, Ethel."

"Mistress?" Georgina said.

"Yes, Georgina, Mistress."

Sophia came through the door with her luggage, and both women looked at her.

"Is that your Mistress?" Ethel asked.

"No, that's Sophia."

Matt and Chloe came in. "That's our Mistress, Ethel," Dianne said.

"Chloe!" both of them exclaimed.

"Hey, gang," Chloe cheerily called out. "Thanks for putting us up. We have an awful lot to talk about for the next few days."

"We really do," Matt said. "More than you can even guess."