Road Trip

Chapter One-2

“Oh I will be. ‘Cause you’ll find out that I’m a hot little b***h. I love s*x and usually can’t get enough of it. I think I might ride that hard c**k of yours all the way to sun up. Think you can take it?”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

“You know I’m so hot… I’d love someone to put my fire out right now. You think you can handle that?”

“Here? Now?”

Suddenly she slowed down and pulled to the side of the road. “Why not? That’s what these four wheel drives are made for.”

Moments later she had pulled down off the highway and was following a couple of narrow cow paths out across the desert. When we were about a mile off the road, she pulled to a stop. With the van still running and the AC on, she swung around in the seat and spread her legs.

Oh my God! She was one of those little chickies who went commando. She wasn’t wearing any panties. There staring me in the face was a scantily trimmed little bush and a hungry pair of lips just waiting for my tongue.

I immediately dropped to my knees as she scooted her tight, little ass around on the van seat. Juices from her passion were already gathering at the bottom of her slit. I quickly licked the red hot offering like a kid licking frosting from the mixing bowl.

Slowly my tongue worked in and out of her moist tight hole as my nose delicately rubbed on her ever-growing clit. Her hips gyrated up and down as soft moans escaped her lips. I took my time and worked every little spot of her p***y. I didn’t want to hurry this at all.

Occasionally I’d let my tongue drift lower down and lick her tiny, little rose bud. She seemed to like that a lot, but then it was back up so I could tongue f**k her some more.

At least ten minutes passed before I eased up and grasped her nerve-filled love button. It was rock-hard as I sucked on it and whipped my tongue across it like no tomorrow. Her moans turned to lustful screams as waves of her climax were like the crashing of the ocean on a rocky shore.

Her breathing was hard and quick as her squeals continued, yet I never let up. As her lust started to calm, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand along the hard shaft that was fighting to free itself from its tight confines. As I slowly pushed my clothes down a little, my c**k jumped and sprang to life untethered from the denim fabric that had secured it.

My balls were churning as she drifted into another powerful orgasm that roared through her loins. She screamed, “Oh God… more, more, more… h – a – r – d – e – r…”

I rubbed my c**k up and down as her orgasms continued, one immediately followed by another. I tried to squirm out of my tight-legged jeans as she finally pushed me away.

“No more…”

My skinny Levis were not about to let loose of their grip around my legs. God, I wanted to f**k her. As eagerly as I tried, I was unable to get even one leg loose from my jammed-up fabric.

Slowly I tried to use my tongue again, but she pushed me away once more.

“Please,” I begged. “I’m so horny; I need to blow.”

“Wait until later. We have all night to do it. Come on. Pull up your pants, and we’ll get going. You can f**k me all you want tonight. I promise.”

She looked down as drops of pre-c*m slowly dripped down the side of my rock-hard, throbbing member. “Please Jenny, I need to…”

She put her hand over my mouth while rubbing her hand up and down my shaft and whispered, “Shhh… later.”

So as she swung around in her seat I pulled up my jeans and struggled to push my hungry boner in out of sight.

“Don’t be sad. There’ll be lots of time to satisfy my needs. You wait. You’ll see.”

Slowly she turned the van around and headed back to the highway. Once on the hard road she pulled me over closer and had me lay down, putting my head on her bare thigh. The musky scent of her lust filled my nostrils as she ran her fingers though my hair and tweaked on my right n****e with her fingers. As she turned onto another road, I tried to sit up to see where we were going, but she pushed me back down holding my head in her lap. I probably laid there for at least an hour as she made a series of turns before heading down a bumpy road. When the van finally came to a stop, she let me up.

“We’re here. Let’s get your bike unloaded,” she suggested.

We rolled it out of the back and pushed it up next to some large wooden doors on a three car garage. I took some time to look around. I turned nearly a 360 degree circle, and it all looked the same. There was nothing but worthless desert in every direction as far as the eye can see.

The other three women came out of the house to join us.

“Well, is he worth keeping around?” the leader of their little group asked.

“Oh yeah. He’ll do just fine,” Jenny responded with a smile. “He’s a keeper.”

“Good. By the way, I’m Sherry and this in Jane and Wanda. And you are?”

“I’m sorry… I’m Jeff, Jeff Owens.”

“Well, Jeff Owens, we’re glad we could help you out. Why don’t we go in and have a little lunch and a couple of cold beers. Then we’ll go out and drain the gas from your tank and see if maybe there’s some water or something in there.”

“That would be great. And thanks again for your help.”

“No problem. You’ll find out that people are real friendly out here in these parts. This is a hostile desert without any mercy, and it’s real easy to get in trouble.”

“Yeah, I see. There’s nothing out here is there?”

“Nope. Right now you’re better than fifty miles from the highway, and there’s not another soul around for at least seventy five miles. There are just prickly, spiny things, scorpions and rattlesnakes. Other than that spring over there by the rocks, there’s not another drop of drinkable water for at least forty miles. This is harsh, dangerous country. It’s absolutely impossible to survive if you don’t know where to go or what you’re doing. There have been several guys like you who’ve disappeared and never left it.”

“Wow. So what are you doing out here?”

“My grandfather laid claim to this land better than a hundred years ago. He was prospecting and found a vein of silver not too far from here. He mined it until he died and then left it to me. We came out here a few years ago and fixed up the place. It’s quiet; nobody bothers us. Hell, I don’t think anyone knows we’re even here. We can do what we want, when we want and no one will ever know the difference. You’ll see.”

“So what about the mine? You ever try to get out any of the silver or did it run dry?”

“Oh there are a couple of guys who work the mine. They actually get out quite a bit of ore. Maybe I’ll show you some day.

“Come on… let’s get out of this hot sun. You want a beer?”

“Yeah, I’m rather thirsty.”

So as we went inside I noticed that there was electricity and even air conditioning.

“Nice place. What you got, a generator?”

“Yeah we have a diesel one, but we keep it back behind the rocks in a sound proof shed. That way we don’t have to hear it.”

“Cool. So you ever get any visitors?”

“You’re the first one in quite a while.”

It wasn’t long before Wanda set a plate of roast beef sandwiches and some chips out on the table. She’d sliced some tomatoes and lettuce and had some cheese slices there as well.

We all talked and joked while we ate and consumed a couple more beers apiece.

“So any of you know anything about motorcycles?”

“A little,” Sherry said. “I’d be willing to guess that you got something in your gas. The way you say it spit and sputtered but still wanted to turn over tells me it’s a fuel problem. These motors aren’t that complicated. I learned years ago from my Daddy that if you got spark and put some gas to it, they’ll run. Why don’t we go out and drain the tank and start with that?”

When we rolled my bike into the barn, I noticed that there were five motorcycles all in a line. There were racks of tools and even a small lift off to one side.

“Wow… lots of stuff. See you’ve got a couple extra bikes as well.”

“Yeah. That further one is an old shovel head that belonged to my Granddaddy, and the one this side of it was my first Harley. I just don’t want to get rid of it. Sentimental you know. We’ve also got some dirt bikes in the other garage. It’s fun to play with them in the desert.”

As we talked, she siphoned most of the gas into a clear plastic container.

“Yup, that’s your problem. See that stuff? That’s water. We’ll finish draining the tank and replace the fuel filter. Then with some new gas it should run like a top.

“Jane can run into Eureka in the morning and get a new filter and you can be on your way. She’ll get some fresh gas as well and that will solve one of your problems.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh it’s nothing. I was just joking. I guess the biggest problem would be ever finding your way out of here. There are a hundred paths and unused roads leading deeper into the desert. It’s a virtual impossible maze getting back to the highway, but we’ll help you. Don’t worry.”

“Wanda, why don’t you get some steaks out of the freezer for dinner before we go back into the house? Let’s make our special guest feel right at home tonight. Never know with the right kind of encouragement he might decide to stay on a spell.”

We sat around the living room chatting for the rest of the afternoon and drank a few more cold ones. Finally, Jenny had a suggestion. “Why don’t we take a couple of beers and go for a little walk. We can go up on the rocks and watch the sun go down. I think it’s one of the most beautiful spots in the desert. It’s cooling down a little out there, and they’ll have dinner ready when we get back.”

“Sounds good, but shouldn’t I see if they need any help?”

“Right now you can help me. There will be plenty for you to do around here later. Trust me, you could spend a life time around here trying to please four hot women and trying to get everything done.”

Jenny led the way, and I followed behind her on a narrow path through the cactus.

“Did Sherry say there were rattlesnakes out here?”

“Yeah, there are lots of them, but it’s still too hot for them to be out. After the sun goes down, they come out to feed.”

“What do they find to eat out here?”

“Oh there are lots of rodents. You know – mice and stuff.”

“Doesn’t seem like there’s anything for them to eat.”

“Well, there must be, ‘cause they grow awfully big and fat.”

We finally came to a small outcropping. Faintly in the distance I could hear the hum of the generator.

I watched as she placed a small blanket on the rocks and sat down. Her little leather skirt hiked up, and she spread her legs inviting me in.

“On your knees, slave boy, you’ve got work to do!”

“Slave boy,” I mumbled as I nestled between her thighs.

I used pretty much the same routine as I did earlier in the van. In just a few minutes she was moaning and enjoying the fruits of my labor. Holy f**k! She’s such a sensuous woman. I brought her a number of orgasms before she could take no more. When she finally pushed me away, her body was quivering with lustful pleasure. She could hardly catch her breath as she slowly descended from her s****l frenzy.

For some strange reason I remained on my knees until I was given permission to rise.

“So what’s this slave boy stuff?”

“Any guy who would get on his knees as quick as you do to satisfy a woman’s needs is rather special. It seems like you’re my s*x slave, and I’m your Mistress.”

“I’m no one’s slave, but I really enjoy bringing you so much pleasure. I’ve always believed that a guy should please a woman first before receiving his own reward. I’ve never liked to just screw a woman and leave her unsatisfied. I don’t know, maybe I’m different than most other guys.”