Highway 69

As he eased the car into the tall green grass beneath the trees, thunder crackled overhead and big heavy drops of rain began to fall. I stepped out of the vehicle, imagining how wonderful the cool rain would feel on my hot sticky skin. Bending over the hood of the car... the metal burned my hands. But as the rain fell and the metal cooled down, I began to grind my hips, embracing the feel of the nature on my back and hard cooling metal underneath. It was my inviting dance to this man who had kindly picked me up, a desperate suggestion to come fuck me. An hour earlier I had been hitchiking along the side of the road, lost and aimless, then suddenly I was under the spell of a handsome stranger. My black tank stuck to me, showing very clearly my hard nipples beneath the light cotton fabric.

By now, the mysterious cowboy had joined me in the rain. I turned and looked into his eyes hungrily, then placed my hands back on the hood of the car. He reached around me and unbuttoned the front of the skirt I wore, peeling it down my thighs and throwing it away into the nearby grass. Next, he pulled my wet top off... his eyes devoured my braless tits, nipples pink and hard, rain dripping of the erect nubs. He took the right nipple into his mouth, suckling hungrily, pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. He continued his assault on my wet sensitive nipples, pushing me down on my back to the hood of the car. He pulled my thong off, leaving my bare pussy exposed to the driving rain.

The heat of the engine radiated through the hood and mingled with the cool rain running down the crack of my ass. The cowboy lowered his head to my cunt, wet with my own juices as well as the rain. He drew my lips wide apart and thrust his tongue into my tight wet hole, driving me mad. He nibbled on my clit and continued eating my pussy as the rain beat against the hot metal and skin. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he began finger fucking me to ecstasy while sucking on my engorged pink clit. I was moaning and crying out, begging him to let me cum when he pulled me off the hood and pushed me to my knees in the wet grass.

I quickly undid the buttons on his jeans and pulled the pants down to his ankles. I licked my lips when I saw the huge bulge awaiting me inside his underwear. I peeled the wet briefs down to reveal 8" of engorged, delicious cock. I took him into my mouth and drew him down into my throat. His cock was so huge, I began gagging, but I had to have it, so I kept swallowing until his balls slapped my chin. I began to suck, gently at first, then harder, pressing him against the roof of my mouth. He took two fistfuls of my hair and began fucking my face. His balls brutally slapped my chin and I thought I would pass out from lack of air. My nose was buried deep in his pubic hair. I could feel his muscles tensing and prepared myself for his load. I was lost in giving him pleasure, totally consumed in the moment. Primal feelings and joy coursed through my body as his cock pumped into my mouth.

All of a sudden, he pulled out. He dragged me to my feet and threw me chest down onto the hood. The hot metal and cool rain sent shock waves through my body, as he worked my legs far apart. He thrust into me brutally, holding me down with a hand in the small of my back. I slid up and down on the hood with each thrust, gliding on the wet of the rain.

I could feel the urge building inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my skin. He was moaning raggedly, grunting deep in his throat. I could feel his cock twitching as it slid in and out, harder each time. Again, I braced myself to take his hot load of cum, when suddenly he withdrew, pulling me down into the soft wet grass with him. He flipped me around into a classic position, and buried his head in between my legs. I took his hard dick in between my lips, sucking the head, then licking down his shaft. We sucked and licked there in the cool wet grass until we filled one another's mouths with sweet, salty cum. As we lay there after, the rain receding to a drop here and there, both of us exhausted, I looked him in the eyes. "What year is your car?" I yawned.

He barely said "69" before he fell asleep.

Now, as I fly down the highway, the black leather seat sticking to my thighs, the accelerator to the floor, the car taching six grand, I think to myself... "69 REALLY is a classic."

-Brindle