by Ruby Jenkins
“Damn, you're fast. And bold.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So are you.”
Something deep within his soul told him that there was much more to this young woman than he had ever imagined. On the surface, she seemed plain, boring and conservative. Attractive, yes. But bland. But now he suspected that deep down within her, she yearned for adventure, yearned for the open road. That was a life he could give her.
“You ever thought about taking a cross-country trip?” he asked.
“Well, actually yes. Do you happen to know anybody who's looking for a travel companion?”
“I think I might,” Trent said playfully.
Julie took a step towards him, let her hands slide down his chest, and settle over his crotch. She squeezed the hard bulge. Trent closed his eyes and sighed. He could only admire that sort of boldness in a woman.
He leaned his head down. Their lips touched her softly. Once. Twice. Three times. And then their lips locked, their tongues twisted and twirled, darted and sloshed.
He kissed her neck. Nibbled on her ear.
He whispered, “What do you think about spending the weekend together in a five-star hotel, just the two of us?”
“And then what?
“And then we head across the country. Just you and I. Bonnie and Clyde. Wild and free.”
They spent a few more minutes kissing on the sidewalk. Then they got back on the bike. Julie wrapped her arms around his torso and let her head fall onto his back.
Chapter 10
Once in the hotel room, it was only moments before they started tearing at each other's clothes, scratching and clawing, kissing hungrily. Julie could feel her panties soaking wet. It had been so long since she'd been ravished by a man, truly dominated, pleased and pleasured. Oh my God! His hands were so strong, his arms so ripped and hard. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, beautifully defined physique. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She wanted that cock, wanted it in her hands and in her mouth. She quickly dropped to her knees and began undoing the belt buckle.
Trent leaned his head back and moaned. She reached into his boxers and pulled out a thick, beautiful circumcised, semi-hard cock. She marveled at it.
“Oh my God! That's such a beautiful cock. It's huge.”
Trent smiled. “Don't worry baby. I'll be gentle.”
“No, I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me really hard.”
Trent’s eyes opened wide. He smiled and shook his head.
Julie gripped the huge balls in one hand and with the other, she worked his cock up and down, from the base to the head. She stuck her tongue into the piss slit and tasted the honey nectar pre-cum.
He was breathing heavy, moaning with his eyes closed. She smiled as she looked up at him. She loved knowing that she could please him, tame that beast, skillfully milk that cock. Her eyes opened wide with desire. Her pupils dilated.
She licked up and down the shaft, swirled her tongue around the huge head.
She reached between her legs and began stroking her wet labia. She brought the juice slicked fingers to her lips, then slipped them into her mouth. She loved the taste of herself. She rubbed the wet fingers around the rim of Trent's ass hole.
“Yes,” he said. “Fuck. That feels good.”
She loved pleasing him, making him moan and groan. She knew that her generosity would be reciprocated many times over. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her silly, push her over the edge, make her cum harder than she'd ever thought possible. She wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her walls, pumping deeper into her than any man ever had, filling her completely. Never in her life had she held such a beautiful cock. Veins snaked up and down. It was so fucking hard! She was sure that he would shoot a huge load into her.
She got off her knees and stood up. She put her hands on his pecs and squeeze, then let her hands dance down his six pack. “Oh my God,” she said, “I want you inside me.”
He reached down, grabbed her head, and began kissing her on the mouth. He gripped her ass and lifted her in the air. She wrapped her her legs around his torso and0 her arms around his neck. She loved the feel of those strong hands, quarterback, football gripping hands, tightly palming her ass.
She felt his cock going in and out of her. She threw her head back and moaned.
She had never imagined taking something so hard and big inside of her. But it felt so good. There was no need for lube. She was dripping wet.
He pressed her up against the wall and began pounding her thrusting his hips back and forth. They were both sweating and panting and scratching and clawing. Julie could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, an orgasm quickly taking hold of her. Within moments she began losing control of her body, writhing, twisting. Trent gripped her even tighter and thrust even harder.
He let out a loud groan as he shot his seed deep into her. His thrusting hips gradually slowed down until he soon came to a complete stop. Still pressed up against the wall, she kept her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
No man had ever made love to her like that. She'd never completely lost control of her body during an orgasm.
Trent carried her to the hotel bed and gently laid her down. He began kissing the insides of her thighs. She was going to come again and again and again. His tongue moved up and down her labia, across and diagonally. He flicked against her clit head, once, twice, then he put his hands under her ass, pressed his face into her dripping cunt and began sucking. Within seconds she lost control of herself again, spasming wildly. A fountain of fluids shot of her and into the air.
More and more fluid came out of her soaking both of them and the bed.
“Holy shit! You’re a squirter. That’s awesome!
Julie spasmed on the bed several times, rolling over on her stomach, then onto her back. She could feel the wet, puddle of desire underneath. She had never done anything like that. She had never even imagined that she could squirt.
When she had finally gained control of herself, she extended her arms to Trent. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She rested her head on his chest. Her body heaved up and down. She had never imagined that an orgasm could be so powerful, so deeply moving, that it could bring her to tears. He held and comforted her. This was the man she needed. This was the man who would give her the life that she dreamed of.
After three days of frolicking and cavorting, licking and sucking, cumming and squirting, kissing and slurping, they hit the open road on Trent's bike. American style. Wild and free.
THE END