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by Desconhecido

  We were on our way into town. The nearest mall was twenty minutes from where we lived. I took Highway 30 because it was a straight shot and I could drive seventy or eighty miles an hour the whole way. This time, though, I got stuck behind some guy who was in no particular hurry to be anywhere.

  The guy was driving a pickup truck. He kept glancing back in his rearview mirror like he was trying to test my patience. If he was trying to piss me off, he was dangerously close to succeeding.

  “Wait,” Angie said, placing her hand on my leg.

  An impish grin played across her face that told me she was up to no good.

  She slid over beside me. The next time numb nuts looked in the rearview, she ducked down so he couldn’t see her. He almost drove off the road trying to see what she was doing.

  Never one to waste an opportunity, Angie unzipped my pants and popped my cock into her mouth, and it was my turn to nearly drive off the road.

  Angie trapped the head of my cock in her mouth and jerked me off. I groaned and came. She gulped hard, swallowing every drop, then licked her lips as she sat up again. “Watch this,” she said.

  She slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing the lace edges of her bra. She looked to see if I was going to object, and when I didn’t, she undid the rest of the buttons and opened the blouse. Her smooth, creamy tits spilled over the lace cups of the bra, showing off plenty of cleavage.

  The guy in the truck was weaving every which way as he tried not to miss anything. I alternated between watching what Angie was doing and keeping an eye on the truck to make sure the guy didn’t slam on his brakes.

  “Dare me to take it off?” Angie asked.

  The thought of Angie exposing her tits to the guy in the truck turned me on. I dared her, knowing full well she couldn’t resist a challenge.

  I punched the gas and whipped across the yellow line. Angie turned sideways as I sped past the truck. The driver was gawking at us. Angie lifted her bra and her heavy tits bounced free of their restraints. Her nipples were hard. She leaned against the passenger-side window, pressing her tits flat against it, giving the farmer in the truck a tit shot to remember.

  I cut in front of the truck and sped up more. Glancing in the rearview, I saw the farmer giving it all he had to keep up with us, but his clunker sputtered and fell by the wayside.

  Angie was stuffing her tits back into her bra. Her face was flushed. I could see that her adrenaline was running high.

  * * * *

  We fucked later that night. The whole flashing incident had incited a riot in my balls. I could tell Angie had really gotten into it too.

  “You liked flashing your tits, didn’t you?” I asked.

  I was still inside her, not really moving, just sort of enjoying the warm grip of her wet pussy around my cock.

  “Yeah, it was kinda cool,” she said.

  “The guy probably had to pull over and jerk off. Think about that, some stranger pulling his dick while he thinks about fucking you.”

  “Ummm, yeah…” she moaned.

  She began to move beneath me, thrusting her hips up, taking my cock deeper inside her. I slipped my hands under her and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, pulling her tight against me. She locked her legs around my waist and shuddered as she reached her climax. I came with her.

  “Go down on me,” she panted.

  She liked it when I licked my cum from her pussy. I probed inside her with my tongue, teased her clit, and pushed fingers inside her.

  It wasn’t long before she was ready to fuck again.

  * * * *

  We were on our way home from a late-night drive-in movie. We’d smoked a joint during the movie and we wanted Taco Bell. It was right at closing time when we pulled into the parking lot.

  Two young guys were working, one tall and skinny, the other short and stocky. They had already locked the doors. I banged on the door to get their attention. One look at Angie was all it took to get them to let us in. She was wearing a white sleeveless top that showed her pink bra underneath and a dangerously short skirt with no panties.

  “Really, dude,” one of the guys said, “we’re supposed to be closed.”

  “We won’t be long,” I promised.

  We took our food to the back corner of the restaurant.

  “Did you see the way they were checking you out?” I said.

  “I know,” she replied. “It was sort of cute, and it got us dinner.”

  I knew how excited she’d gotten flashing her tits at the farmer in the truck. I wondered if she was willing to take the whole flashing thing to the next level.

  “You give them a real show,” I suggested.

  Her eyes flashed with excited anticipation. “What do you mean?”

  “You know, really give them something to think about,” I said.

  She gave me one of those wicked little smiles of hers. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, go for it,” I said.

  She headed up to the counter and ordered two tacos, resting her elbows on the counter, standing on her toes as she did. Her heavy boobs fell against the front of her shirt, giving the guys a clear shot of her bra and her cleavage.

  The guys stood were rooted to their spots, neither making a move to get the tacos. Angie’s skirt rode up, giving me a good view of the lower cheeks of her ass. I had a sudden urge to go right up and fuck her while she leaned across the counter and chatted with the two Taco Bell employees.

  Angie grabbed a handful of napkins and started back to our table. She smiled at me and dropped the napkins. She bent over to pick them up, pausing long enough to let the guys get a good look at her blonde pussy.

  “You’re such a slut,” I told her when she got back to the table.

  “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she said.

  I saw the guys in back, working on the tacos. They whispered back and forth, now and then glancing our way. I could imagine the conversation between them.

  Angie went back for the tacos. I was floored by what she did next. She climbed onto the counter, faced the two guys, and spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, pink pussy. How’s that for health-code violation?

  I went up to the counter to stand beside her. I wasn’t comfortable with her being so close to the guys without me. She was treading on dangerous ground. The guys gave me a nervous glance. I nodded toward Angie, indicating they should enjoy the show.

  Angie was more than ready to perform. She had one foot on the counter and the other dangling over the edge. She parted the plump lips of her pussy and started rubbed her clit with her free hand.

  “I’d like to eat,” the shorter guy said.

  Angie shook her head. “Un-uh,” she said, “No touching. Just watch.”

  She fixed the guys with a sultry stare as she played with herself. Her eyes darted to their crotches now and then, and it was obvious she was curious about what was between their legs.

  “Maybe you guys should give her something to look at while she fingers her pussy,” I suggested. “It would be the polite thing to do.”

  The taller guy didn’t hesitate. He whipped his cock out. Angie’s eyes widened when she got a good look at its size. She worked two fingers into her pussy. “Jerk off for me and you can come on my pussy,” she said, pressing her thumb against her clit as she fucked herself with her fingers.

  The thought of some strange guy squirting his cum all over Angie’s pussy made me feel a little uneasy. Flashing was one thing, but Angie was getting into some wild shit now.

  The tall, skinny dude pumped his fist on his thick cock. He kept his eyes on Angie’s fingers as she worked them deeper into her pussy. Her vulva glistened with excitement. The pink folds clung to her fingers, folding in and out as she fucked her pussy.

  The shorter guy took his cock out then, his eyes riveted to where the action was. I sat quietly off to the side, leaning against the counter, and watched the two guys tug their cocks while Angie concentrated on making herself come.

  Angie withdrew her wet
fingers and licked them clean. “Come on, guys, get over here and come on my pussy,” she said.

  She was breathing heavy, all hot and bothered and into the game. She stuck her fingers in her pussy again, slamming the palm of her hand against her clit each time her fingers went in.

  She watched the guys jerk off, chewing her lower lip as she waited for them to come. I’d never seen her like this before. She was always horny, but the thought of those two guys shooting cum all over her pussy had her going crazy.

  “Hurry,” she said, panting, “Come for me.” Her cheeks were flushed. I could see that she was on the verge of her own climax.

  The tall guy was first. He positioned himself between Angie’s legs, still tugging on his cock. The guy squeezed his eyes closed and grunted as he jerked his dick. The head of his cock was swollen and purple and nearly touching Angie’s pussy when he squirted half a dozen thick streams of cum over her fingers and pussy.

  Angie continued to finger-fuck herself with her cum-soaked fingers, “oooing” and “ahh-ing” as she worked the sticky sperm into her horny pussy.

  The second guy exploded before he reached Angie, and most of his cum ended up on the floor. He managed to squeeze some of it on her thigh, gasping as he did. Angie took hold of his quickly shrinking cock and rubbed it against her leg, then she climbed off the counter.

  “Have a good night, guys,” she said.

  We got the hell out of there in a hurry, leaving the two horny guys with their pants around their ankles and their dicks in their hands.

  “I’m soaked,” Angie said once we were in the car.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” I said. “That was intense.”

  “I know,” she said, still out of breath.

  I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “You’re turning into quite a little slut,” I said.

  “You love it,” she said. “Admit it. It turns you on to watch me act that way.”

  I couldn’t deny it.

  “Wanna come in my mouth?” she asked suddenly.

  Without waiting for my answer, she unzipped my pants and bent down to slide her wet mouth around my cock. She worked her way down, flicking her tongue against the sides of my shaft and around the base of my dick, then she tightened her lips and came up slow, letting the head of my dick slip from her mouth with a wet. She circled the tip of my cock a few times for good measure, then went down on me again, stroking my shaft with one hand while she sucked and nibbled the head of my cock.

  We were on Highway 55, heading south. Traffic was light-just the occasional eighteen-wheeler trying to pick up some time.

  We were cruising along at moderate speed. I saw an eighteen wheeler ahead of us, in the slow lane, and I figured the guy was probably bored out of his mind. I suggested to Angie that we give him some entertainment.

  I sped up until I was running neck and neck with the big truck. Just as I had suspected, the trucker behind the wheel was nearly asleep. I flipped on the overhead light. Angie continued to suck my dick as she repositioned herself on the seat, hiking her skirt above her waist, and pressed her bare ass to the window.

  The trucker glanced over at us and his eyes went wide as saucers. He grinned and gave us a thumbs up, blasting his air horn for encouragement. I paced him for a few exits before deciding it was best to call it a night.

  Angie was still working on my cock when we got home. She finished me off before we left the car, jerking my dick until I came. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, catching the first creamy shots, then she took me in her mouth and swallowed the rest in huge, deep gulps.

  * * * *

  What had begun as a playful game soon snowballed into obsession. We didn’t just go out on weekends anymore. I would go to work during the day, come home and get a shower, and off we’d go to find our latest challenge. It was like riding the biggest, fastest rollercoaster we could find.

  One night Angie asked me to take her dancing. She wore a tight black dress (no bra or panties), black stockings with lace patterns, and a pair of black suede boots. The dress clung to every luscious curve of her body. It took all my willpower not to fuck her before we left the house.

  The club was packed. We ordered our drinks at the bar and found a table. After we finished our first round, we hit the dance floor. Angie loves to dance. She shakes her ass, pumps her hips, and lets her tits jiggle. We danced through two fast songs, and then a slow song came one and we embraced.

  Angie grabbed my ass and pulled me against her, rubbing her crotch against me. My cock was erect and poking at her belly.

  “How would you like to fuck me right here, right on the dance floor?” she whispered in my ear.

  I thought I was going to come right there on the dance floor. She sensed my excitement and kept it up.

  “Come on, stick your cock in me,” she whispered, and then she licked and nibbled my ear.

  I slid my hands down over her ass, ran them up the back of her legs and up under her dress. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass, letting my fingers slide along the crevice of her bottom. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and teased her puckered little asshole, then I slipped a finger into her pussy.

  “Think about how good it would feel to put your cock in me right now,” she whispered, again nibbling my earlobe.

  She slipped a hand between us and fumbled with my zipper. I couldn’t believe she was going to do it. She managed to get my cock out and, with a little creative maneuvering, work the tip of it into her pussy. I’m taller than she is, so she had to raise up on her toes to get it inside her.

  She continued to grind against me and nibble my ear. The thrill of doing it in public like that, with so many people all around us, was intense. My hands moved like they had minds of their own. My fingers stroked the lips of her pussy. Her dress rode up in back, displaying her bare ass to anyone who cared to look.

  The song ended. I put my cock in my pants. We went back to our table for a breather. Angie was still in a horny, playful mood. She slipped one of her shoes off under the table, put her foot between my legs, and pressed her toes down on my cock. She had that playful twinkle in her eyes as she teased me.

  “Imagine how many guys in here have hard-ons because of you,” I said. “Some of them will probably go home tonight and jerk off thinking about you. Some married guy will probably think about you while he fucks his wife. Does that turn you on?”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “My pussy gets all hot and wet.”

  “Not just men either,” I said. “I saw a couple of women checking you out.”

  She moaned when I mentioned women. She’d confessed to me a long time ago that she had sexual fantasies about having sex with another woman.

  “Jack off for me,” she said. “Right now, under the table.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yep, right now. I wanna feel your cum on my toes.”

  She pushed her foot down on my cock for emphasis. I took out my cock. Angie brushed her toes against the head of it. The lace of her stocking was rough, but it felt good. She slipped her toes under my balls and played with them. I took my cock in my right hand and began to stroke it. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. To anyone who looked our way, we appeared to be engaged in normal conversation.

  Angie signaled for a waitress, who came over to take our order. Angie was purposely indecisive about what she wanted to drink. It was obvious she was having fun using her foot on my dick with the girl standing there.

  Angie reached for her cigarettes, knocking them off the table. “Oops,” she said, smiling at the waitress. “I don’t suppose you’d get those for me?”

  “Sure, no problem,” the waitress said.

  She stooped to retrieve the cigarettes. When she stood up again, she was smiling and her cheeks were red. “Here you are,” she said, handing the cigarettes to Angie.

  “Thanks,” Angie said. “What’s your name?”

  “Ashley,” she answered.


  She was a cute little thing, blonde and built about the same as Angie, except her tits were smaller. I could tell by the way Angie was sizing her up that she was thinking dirty thoughts.

  Angie finally ordered her drink. She watched Ashley go, and then she took off her other shoe and trapped my cock between the soles of her feet. “I want you to come on my toes now,” she said, jerking my cock between her feet.

  It didn’t take long. I felt my balls tighten and my cock jerk as my cum spurted across her feet. She kept tightened her toes around my dick and kept pumping until she’d drained me.

  Ashley came back with our drinks. “On the house,” she said.

  “Let’s dance some more,” Angie said.

  She dragged me through the crowd and onto the dance floor.

  “She likes you,” Angie said, referring to Ashley.

  “I think it’s you she likes,” I said. “And I think the attraction is mutual.”

  “You think so?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Can we take her home?”

  “We can ask her?” I said.

  “Oh yeah…”

  She pressed close to me, putting her mouth against my ear, and said, “This is what I wanna do to her pussy.” Her warm, moist breath was a turn-on. She licked my ear to demonstrate how she would lick Ashley’s pussy.

  I slid my hands to her ass and raised her dress again, just enough to expose the lower cheeks of her naked ass. Public nudity was one thing. Causing a riot was something else altogether.

  I saw quite a few people, both men women, take notice and jockey for better viewing positions.

  “Everybody’s looking at you,” I said.

  “I can feel it. It’s making me so hot.”

  I pushed a finger between her pussy lips and toyed with her clit before sliding my finger up inside her pussy.

  “Please make me come…”

  I inserted another finger in her pussy and slowly worked both fingers deep inside her. She closed her eyes and laid her head o my shoulder, rotating her hips as she fucked my fingers, completely oblivious of the people crowding around to watch our performance. She moaned in my ear. Her juices dripped all over my fingers. I could feel the walls of her pussy milking my fingers.