3 - Shared on the Scenic Route #3
Lori briefly pictured herself at such a party, Charlie in the corner and a hoard of rough-handed men waiting their turn to lick her and toy with her and bring her to shuddering orgasm.
Considering how cavalier Tom was about Lori’s invitation, she had a feeling truckers saw a thing or two in their time on the road.
“You betta close those blinds,” Tom told Charlie as he folded his shirt and pants, placing them neatly on the dresser. “What people do behind closed doors is their business, and I don’t need someone seeing what I’m up to.”
His cock was even bigger than the man in the showers, but he fucked more carefully, handling Lori’s body more lovingly. He stuck his tongue deep into her then licked along the crack of her ass, sliding the tip of his finger into her tight pucker.
“I don’t think you could fit up there,” Charlie said.
“How about it, Lori?” Tom asked, licking her asshole until it softened and smoothed. “Want to give it a shot?”
Lori got on her knees, and Tom pressed the head of his giant cock against her back hole.
He pushed gently, his finger playing on her clit.
Lori inhaled deeply then exhaled. She was trying not to tense up as he entered her, but it was hard not to fight the reflex.
When he was halfway in, she made a whimpering noise, and Tom retracted.
“I’m sorry,” she said, still on all fours. “You’re just too big.”
“Don’t apologize for that,” Tom said, moving that slab of meat he was packing into her eager cunt. “I love fucking pussy as much as I love fucking ass.”
He was so much larger than her in general, and Charlie loved the sight of it.
Tom’s big arms around Lori’s slender shoulders, his huge hands gripping and playing with her tits.
He explored every inch of her body, pounded and licked her until she was beading sweat, twitching from the aftershock of each climax.
When he came, he spent himself across her chest and stomach, and Lori watched in fascination as the phallus hovering over her began to shrink down.
She loved how different cocks looked between hard and soft; how they went from gods of sex and dominance to little boys.
Tom’s hung a bit larger than most soft ones she had seen, but nothing like it had been when they were trying to fit it inside of the tightest hole on her body.
Charlie finished onto Lori before she had the wherewithal to get to her feet. Tom was putting his clothes on as it happened, taking the moment to watch Charlie add to his mess before bidding them good night and heading out the door.
***
“We just crossed into California,” Charlie announced as they coasted past the welcoming sign. “Let’s say we get you fucked one last time before we hit our destination.”
“We hardly have a destination, Charlie,” Lori replied, but she was well onboard for the idea. They passed a forest ranger’s station and exchanged glances with each other. “I’m indifferent to a man in uniform.”
“No man’s indifferent to you, though.”
Charlie did a U-turn, and they headed back to the small cabin so close to the side of the road.
Inside was only one guy. At the sight of him, Lori’s cunt soaked itself.
He was about the same build as Tom, maybe a little smaller, but the shape they could see through his not so tight jeans was the biggest Lori had ever laid eyes on.
“What can I do ya for?” the park ranger asked, and Charlie went on about their road trip and the journey over the destination. The ranger nodded, welcoming them to California, as Lori came closer to the desk and leaned over it.
“How many of you guys are here?” She rested her eyes on his bulge. “Probably a couple, right?”
“Nah, just me,” the ranger said.
“Just you?”
“Yeah. Hell, I was surprised to see people come in here at all. Usually, it’s pretty boring until I need to go out and do my rounds.”
Lori and Charlie made eye contact. “Well then,” Lori said, pulling her shirt over her head. “Let’s give you something fun to do.” She had stopped putting a bra on, which Charlie loved because he could grab her tits anytime he wanted to.
The ranger’s mouth hung as wide as his eyes as she stood topless before him, inviting him to touch her if he wanted to.
“If this is what you two normally get up to,” he said as Lori came around the desk, and he cupped both her tits in his hands, “then you’re gonna fit in great in California.”
Charlie had a seat to watch as the ranger bent Lori over the desk, lifted her skirt, and eased her panties down to her knees. He licked her as he masturbated, his hand barely big enough to wrap around his shaft.
Lori was desperate to see it, to taste it, to feel it stretch her from the inside out. When she finally turned around and got a glimpse of it, she gasped audibly. “I think that might be the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
The ranger shrugged. “I’m pretty proud of it. Not that I had much to do with it.”
Lori got to her knees and fit the massive cock into her mouth as well as she could. She couldn’t get it down her throat like she could with the others, so she licked it a lot, dragged her tongue along the shaft, and looked up at the ranger as she did.
“I’ll bet it feels wonderful,” she said, her tongue darting into the hole at the tip. “I want to sit on that thing.”
The ranger took a seat in his desk chair, and Lori straddled his lap.
Once the whole unit was inside of her, she felt it deep in her stomach, like there wasn’t enough room in her body for it.
She raised and lowered onto it, her breasts bouncing in the ranger’s face.
His hands supported the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them as she fucked him harder and harder and harder.
“I want to take you from behind,” he told her as she slammed down onto him.
“Then do it.”
The ranger stood up and folded Lori over the desk like he had before. He pounded into her, and her body tremored. Charlie had his erection in his fist, stroking calmly as Lori’s face contorted with pleasure.
“Your pussy feels so good,” the ranger told her, slackening his pace as he noticed her quaking. “I can tell how much it likes this. It’s just sucking me in.”
“It’s a greedy little hole, that’s for sure.”
The ranger humped once, twice, three more times, and then yanked himself out and came all down the back of Lori’s legs. Charlie came at the sight of that—his wife bent over and freshly fucked, splatters of spunk littering her thighs.
The three of them sat in heavy breathing silence for a long moment until Lori straightened up and asked if there were any paper towels around.
“Of course,” the ranger said, jumping to his feet. He knelt behind her and wiped up the mess he had made. “You two have really brightened up my day. I didn’t expect anything like this when I got up in the morning.”
“But you hoped for it, right?” Lori asked with a smirk.
The ranger smirked back at her. “I’m always hoping for this.” He tossed the paper towels to Charlie, who cleaned himself up the best he could.
Lori felt like she needed a shower, her cunt still leaking and messy from getting hammered.
She considered asking the ranger if there was a truck stop with bathing facilities nearby but then decided against it.
After what they had just done, he would probably assume they were heading there to get yet another man into her.
In the car, Lori got behind the wheel, and Charlie sank into the seat like she so often did.
“Ya know what I need?” he asked, his legs splayed like hers.
“What?” Lori asked, hoping he would say a shower.
“Something to eat.”
“I can get on-board with that.” She squirmed in her seat. “And a shower. I really need a shower.”
“Let’s find a place to stop for the day,” Charlie said. “Get cleaned up and have a rest. I think we’ve earned it, don’t you?”
Lori snorted as she put on the blinker and pulled off the shoulder of the road. “I guess so, but, gee, Charlie, I think I’m starting to get it.”
“Get it?”
“Yeah,” Lori said, coasting down the open road to whatever cock was up next. “The destination isn’t important to me anymore. I’m finally beginning to love the journey.”