The Ride Home

So I'm sitting in the back seat of my best friend Rachel's Acura, my nipples are as hard as gumdrops (and about the same size), and there's a man's hand on my thigh. I'm drunk. The hand belongs to Jim, Rachel's husband, and it's much higher on my leg than appropriate. I can feel two fingers of his hand teasing the very bottom edge of my mini-skirt. But I don't dare say anything, because Rachel's the one driving.

How far do I let him go? When do I do the gentle push-away? After all, his fingers feel quite good. If he were single, I'd be spread-eagled on the seat by now with his hand halfway up my skirt. Should I cross my legs?

"Man," says Jim, making the decision for me, "Juliet's got some nice thighs."

Rachel darts her eyes into the rearview mirror, looks at me. They signal amusement. "I told you they were nice," she says.

"Nice, sure, I knew they were nice," says Jim. "But these – " He slides his hand up until it's definitely under the mini-skirt, all the way. The hand grabs my upper thigh, squeezes it gently. One more inch, and his pinkie would be riding the seam of my panties. "These thighs are finger-lickin' good." Yes, Jim is drunk as well.

But Rachel -- Rachel's had nothing but Diet Coke to drink all night. "Finger-lickin' good?" she crows. "Don't tell me she's actually wet?"

Jim's pinkie ventures into the groove between thigh and panty, rubs quickly up and down. "Nope, not that I can tell." Poor man, all he has to do is dip that finger up under the fabric of my underwear to see how wrong he is.

"Shucks," says Rachel.

I'm stunned at the whole situation, and it's not just the drunkenness and Jim's hand on my leg. Rachel's my best friend. We tell each other everything. We've had the drunken Would You Ever Kiss Another Girl talk, we've had the My Husband Says He Wouldn't Mind Fucking You talk. Until tonight, I would have told anyone that Rachel was straight as an arrow and not into anything other than your boring suburban kink. You know, a bullet vibrator hidden in the dresser. A dogeared copy of Erotica for Women under the bed. The occasional tie-up to the bedposts.

But now, here we are, driving the long drive home, and Rachel is enthusiastically narrating the blow-by-blow of her husband fondling my bare legs. It had seemed like an accident when Jim drunkenly climbed into the back seat with me as we left the party. Now I'm not so sure.

I close my eyes for a moment, relishing Jim's touch on my thigh. He doesn't seem to be in any hurry to remove his hand. "I'm hot," I say, trying to pawn the sweat off on the dry Phoenix night air.

It doesn't throw Jim off for a second. "Are you sure?" he says. "Because it looks like you're freezing cold to me."

Rachel cackles and I start to blush. My nipples are the one feature I can't hide, especially during these summer months when sweaters are an impossibility. When they're aroused, they stick out of my mediumish breasts like sore thumbs. In fact, if you took the last joint of my thumb, the part from the cuticle to the fingertip, and put them on my chest, they'd be only slightly bigger than what God gave me. Without a heavily padded bra, they're like gumdrops when they're aroused. And boy, are they aroused now.

Jim takes his right hand off my thigh. But before I can breathe a sigh of relief, he's put his whole arm over my shoulder. Jim's got long arms. The fingertips of his right hand dip under the shoulder of my blouse and under the strap of my bra without hesitation.

"Man," says Jim. "You should see these nipples."

Rachel takes her eyes off the road for a second, tilts the rearview mirror down a fraction. "I can see 'em from here."

"They're gorgeous."

"But not finger-lickin' good?"

"Oh, definitely finger-lickin' good." Jim actually slides his fingers down towards the cup of my bra and tugs at it so he can get a better view. He leans forward and stares down my blouse. I just sit there and let him.

And then, as Rachel pulls onto the interstate, I can feel Jim's right middle finger slide down the neck of my blouse. The finger actually slips into my bra and makes a full pass across my breast, rolling right over – oh my God – my achingly hard nipple. Then the finger slides back, and seconds later, Rachel's husband has my right breast cupped in the palm of his hand.

I catch Rachel licking her lips in the rearview.

"So soft," Jim mumbles, giving me just the perfect sensual squeeze. "Man, I could squeeze these tits all night."

"Well, don't be selfish," moans my best friend in mock protest. "Break those puppies out so we can all see them."

I should put a stop to this already. Jim is not only cupping my one naked breast in his hand, but his other has gone to work on the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one. We're on the highway and people are zipping by. Not many of them, true, not this late at night. But all it takes is one overzealous parent and a cell phone to turn this real ugly real quick.

Ten or fifteen seconds later, my blouse is completely unbuttoned and Jim is going to work on the C cups of my bra. He's not being gentle about this. Instead, he's reaching under my breasts, hooking his fingers inside the bottom of the cups, and yanking them up over my boobs. First the right, then the left. And then I'm sitting in the back seat of a moving car with my blouse completely undone and my tits in plain view.

"Wow," I say, trying to assert some agency in the situation. "I can't believe you just did that."

Rachel smirks. "Oh, I can. Jim's been wanting to see those tits for years."

Jim slides the one hand over my shoulder again, leans in, and then takes my breasts into his palms. He gives them a hard grope, molding them roughly in his hands. "Well worth the wait," he grunts. Then Jim spreads the fingers of his hands apart over each boob far enough to capture my nipples. He pulls, tweaks at each one, distending them hard, almost but not quite to the point of pain.

I can't help it. I'm purring. My pussy is absolutely drooling at this point.

The three of us watch for a moment in silence. Rachel can barely keep her eyes on the road. "So?" she says suddenly. "Don't tell me you're going to just haul those tits out there and not suck on them."

Jim's lips are nibbling on my earlobe. "Good idea," he mutters, then dips his head down to do just that.

I'm at the verge of orgasm as soon as his lips touch my left nipple. Jim's not just sucking on my boob – he's slurping at it, he's dribbling all over it, he's actually gnawing at that nipple with his teeth. I lean back and close my eyes. "Oh... my... Gawwwwd..." I whimper. He switches to my other tit, giving it the same treatment, and then starts moving back and forth deliciously, getting rougher and rougher with each pass.

Then I hear my best friend's voice. "Is she gonna cum?" she says eagerly.

I do.

Two hours ago, I was sipping rum and Cokes at a nice dinner party in a fancy hotel. Now, here I am, orgasming in the back seat of Rachel's car while her husband chews on my tits and she gives him encouragement in a husky voice. All this time, I realize, Jim and Rachel have barely even acknowledged my presence, and not even come close to asking my permission to molest me. Somehow this turns me on all the more. I can feel the liquid spewing out the lips of my cunt and sliding down the crack to my ass, and I want those panties off in the worst way.

Jim and Rachel continue their conversation as I lay back and close my eyes.

"So do those taste as good as they look?" asks Rachel.

Jim smiles. "You'll just have to find out later, when we get home."

"Oh, don't worry. I will. I'm gonna suck on those things until they're sore, unless I'm too busy chewing on her clit."

"You might have to fight me for it."

"C'mon, honey, there's plenty for us both."

"Speaking of which..."

I've barely recovered from my explosive orgasm, much less absorbed the fact that my best friend has just announced her intention to eat my pussy tonight, when I feel something new. Jim's left hand is sliding up my mini-skirt, which is now bunched up under my ass from all the wriggling. His hand is moving up my thighs towards my panties, and this time I realize he's not going to stop.

Jim's fingers wiggle their way inside the leg band of my panties, stretching them mercilessly. I can feel the back scrunch up and slide into the groove of my ass like a very, very tight thong. And then –

Then two fingers of Jim's hand are working their way down the soaking-wet lips of my pussy, parting labia as they go. They're digging down deep. He probes down until he finds the slick hole, and with a loud, indescribable shlupppp, he slides two fingers into my cunt. He doesn't stop until I feel his palm mash up against my pubic hair.

I can't help it. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

I force my eyes open as Jim saws in and out a few times. I roll my head to the side and see that we're not alone. Not only are we not on a deserted stretch of highway, but there's a pickup truck keeping pace with us. Three or four young guys are leaning out the window, whooping and hollering. They're leering at my tits, they're watching Jim finger fuck me into madness. Fuck her! Fuck her! I hear them yelling. Fuck her ass! one of them cries.

Jim pulls his fingers out of my pussy – shllluuuuuuppp – and holds them up to the light spilling in the window from the moon. "Would you like at that," he says, wondrously.

All three of us look. The second and third fingers of his left hand are coated in what can only be described as a goopy, egg-white substance. It's thick, much thicker than water – though that doesn't stop a steady drip, drip, drip from rolling off his fingertips and landing on my exposed breasts. A moist, earthy fragrance fills the car. I know that substance. That can only mean –

"That probably means she's ovulating," says Rachel, in awe at the amount of moisture.

Jim nods. He pulls apart his fingers, and watches the goop stretch to fill the gap. "So she's fertile."

"Yep. Looks like we really hit the jackpot." Rachel pauses for a moment. I realize suddenly that she's only driving with one hand, and I wonder fleetingly where the other hand is. "Wouldn't it be sexy if we knocked her up tonight?"

"Mmm. Yeah."

"God, I'd love that. I'd love to watch up close. Yeah, that would be so hot – holding and kissing your balls while I watch you fuck Juliet's pussy and get her pregnant? Man, can you imagine? I wanna do it, Jim. Let's fuck her and knock her up tonight."

Again, no hint of asking for permission. I could just as well not be here.

"I'm game if you are," says Jim, wiping the slick, dripping fingers off on my nipple until it looks like a glazed doughnut. He stares at my boob for a moment. "Hey Rache – can you just picture how much fun it would be to suck milk out of these titties?"

"Ooooooh," moans my best friend. "Yeah, I wanna nurse on Juliet's tits. Let's get those boobs big and milky tonight."

Her husband leans over to my nipple, inhales the fragrance for a moment, and then slurps the clear, cloudy mass of my pussy juices from my tit. "Mmm-mmm, dee-licious," he says.

"Hey, no fair!" cries Rachel. "I was supposed to be the first one to taste her pussy, remember?"

"Sorry, baby, I couldn't help it. She's so wet and so sweet."

"Yeah?" I can hear another soft wet squelching noise coming from the front seat. Rachel must be fondling her pussy after all.

"Yeah," says Jim. "Tell you what..." And then his hand is back under my skirt and inside my panties again in a flash. The same two fingers dig deep into my honey pot as I moan uncontrollably. When they emerge, Jim's fingers are even slicker and gooier than before. "I'll let you be the first one to taste her ass."

Rachel, smiling: "Groooss! You really think I'd lick her ass?"

Jim leans forward, holding up his cunt juice-slathered fingers like a trophy. "Oh, I absolutely know you would." He offers the fingers to his wife, and she takes them into her mouth and nurses on them with a long, low moan. "Don't be coy, Rache. You know you want to bury your tongue in that tight asshole as much as I do. I want to suck your cum out of Juliet's ass – isn't that what you told me the other day?"

I wonder if I'm having some kind of hallucinogenic dream. My best friend is smacking her lips and swallowing down my pussy juices while her husband talks about rimming me. She's planning on sucking her husband's balls while he fucks me and knocks me up.

I look out the side window. The kids in the pickup truck are still there. In fact, one of them is leaning way out the side, aiming something silvery at me. There's a flash, and I suddenly realize, oh God, he's got a digital camera. I wonder how long they've been taking pictures?

Then Jim is back, and he's gotten even more aggressive. He leans in and gives me a huge French kiss, which I return eagerly, tasting the remnants of my cunt on his tongue. And while he does that, he's busy stripping me down completely. The blouse gets tossed in the front seat, along with my skirt. Jim reaches around and unhooks my bra in one deft motion, then fiercely yanks my panties down and off. The panties are as wet as a dishrag. My God, I'm completely naked in the back seat of Jim and Rachel's car. Jim pulls away from the kiss and smirks. Then he wads up the bra and panties, opens the passenger window, and throws them out into the highway.

I hear a sudden swerve from the pickup truck that's been following alongside us as the teenagers screech to a halt. They're stopping to take my underwear.

If I thought Jim was aggressive before, that's nothing compared to what he's doing now. He's an absolute animal, and I'm loving it. He's mauling and groping my tits, kissing me savagely, and pounding my pussy with two – no, three – fingers while occasionally strumming my clit with his thumb. I'm whimpering. My cunt is a swamp now.

Rachel starts talking from the front seat. There's no question that she's feverishly masturbating while she drives.

"Go ahead, Jim," she says. "Get her wet for us. Open that pussy up. We're finally gonna fuck Juliet tonight when we get home. We're gonna fuck her all night. I'm gonna take that big, thick cock of yours and I'm gonna spread open her cunt and I'm gonna pull you right inside of her. Then I'm gonna lick and suck and fondle your balls and your ass and watch you cum inside of her and knock her up. We're going to fill that pussy with your hot cum and then I'm going to pull your cock out and lick you clean."

Jim's working me over like a pro. He's being aggressive, but he's being controlled too. He's pumping those fingers inside my cunt and sucking on my tits, but he's keeping it slow enough that I can't cum. Oh God... is he going to keep me in suspense for the rest of the way home?

Rachel's not done. "After that, I'm gonna go to work on Juliet with my strap-on. I'm going to fuck her hard with that big black dick until she screams. I'm gonna suck on those tits. And then I'm going to flip her over and we're going to DP her, Jim. I'm gonna pull her pussy down onto your cock. I'm gonna push her down. I'm gonna shove that strap-on into her ass as far as it'll go while you fuck her pussy. We're going to fuck this bitch. We're going to fuck her until she can't even walk straight."

The fingers are pounding in and out of my cunt like pistons. My clit is absolutely throbbing, and there's pussy juice dripping all the way to my knees and all over the back seat.

"Juliet's going to be ours from now on, Jim. We're going to knock her up and keep her knocked up until her tits get big and milky. Then we're going to suck on those milking tits every day. I'm going to climb on her face and force her to eat my cunt and my ass while you fuck her. We're going to blindfold her and tie her to the bed and then invite all of your football buddies over to pull a train on her. We're going to have ten, twelve guys fucking her all night in every hole until the cum's running all down her ass and down her thighs and out her nose..."

And then suddenly the car swerves. Rachel brakes hard, and we come to a stop. I can't tell if we've pulled over into a rest stop or just pulled into the weeds at the side of the highway.

She gets out, runs to the passenger side and opens the door. Jim scoots aside. I've got half a second to register the insanely lustful face on Rachel and then she's on me. She grabs me by the tits and slams me down onto my back. Then she kneels on the ground, takes a firm grip on my ass, and buries her face in my cunt. Rachel devours my pussy. She eats, she sucks, she bites, she slurps, she wallows her face in my cunt. I cum and cum and cum.

Rachel hauls Jim's cock out of his jeans. It's absolutely enormous and almost as thick as my cell phone, I've never taken anything that big before. But before I can really say anything, he's in me. No hint of a condom. Rachel is pulling at my cunt lips, grabbing his ass, tugging until he's in me balls-deep. Then Jim's fucking me roughly with six-inch strokes. His wife gets behind him and starts sucking at his balls while he fucks me. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" she cries. "Knock me up! Knock me up! Knock me up!" I cry.

He does.

There's silence for a moment. I can hear the sound of traffic and realize that we didn't find a rest stop after all. Cars are driving by just fifteen, twenty feet away while my best friend's husband pumps an enormous load of semen into me. He's so deep that he's unloading right at the entrance to my cervix. Jim, Rachel and I all sigh, and then sit quietly for a few minutes as I soak in Jim's adulterous cum.

Finally Jim pulls out of my pussy, taking care to wipe all the excess sperm off on my cunt lips. Rachel beams at me. Then she leans in, takes hold of my legs, and pushes them up. Way up, until my knees are almost at my ears and my heels are on the ceiling of the car. Feminine fingers pry open the cheeks of my ass, and I feel a long, wet tongue slide into the tight hole. Rachel's tongue probes my ass in a long, wet, sensual French kiss. Then she pulls out and gives my cum-soaked pussy a quick peck.

"Come on," she says to Jim. "Let's get home already. Juliet's got a long night ahead of her."