Sunday, July 5, 2009

A Drive in the Woods

Kamal and Sarah drove through the dark woods of
Arkansas with the radio
blasting the surrounding silence. They drove,
hand in hand together,
singing along with Alabama at the top of their
lungs, enjoying the
freedom, the release, from their normal every
day world.

Kamal had met Sarah at a church social. Kamal
was the son of Mr. & Mrs.
Chopra, and Sarah was from the new family in
town, the Alders. She was
beautiful, with long blond hair and big blue
eyes. The dress she wore that
day was plain, but he still took special notice
of her small breasts, tiny
waist, slender hips, and long beautiful legs.

They had dated for two years, and had remained
strong in their desire to
remain virgins until their wedding night, after
college. After finishing
High School, they had gone to their parents with
their plan to see the
world, to take a summer road trip through the
South to Florida, then up to
New York City, then to Chicago and Yellowstone
Park, before returning
home.

Kamal looked over at Sarah’s legs, revealed as
her skirt had ridden up
while she danced in her seat. Long, pale, and
voluptuous, with the slight
sheen of her cream-colored stockings. His
hard-on came up suddenly and
fiercely, and he inwardly cursed their vow, that
would keep him from
getting between those legs for another two or
even four years.

Certainly they had kissed, hours and hours were
spent in that way, but
aside from touching her bottom while dancing, or
the occasional cupping of
a breast while making out, he hadn’t really done
anything at all. His one
remembered joy was the night of graduation, when
Sarah had rubbed his hard
dick through his pants as they made out, making
him erupt all over the
inside of his shorts. Other than that, Kamal had
only felt relief by his
own hand, and that was hardly possible right
now, was it?

Kamal took Sarah’s hand and brought it over to
rest on the hardness in his
lap. She stopped singing, and looked at him in
embarrassment and
confusion.

Hike up your skirt a bit more, Kamal said,
breathing heavily. To his
astonishment, she did. She wiggled her bottom in
the seat and brought the
material of her skirt up so high he swore he
could almost see the Promised
Land. His eyes crept up from her shoes, heels
with straps over the top, to
her stockinged legs, to her upper thighs, where
the stockings ended and
the white garter belt straps began and went up
under her skirt.

Oooooey, he yelped, those are the finest legs
that have ever walked
this world! And Sarah blushed, looking down. Her
hand went back to the
hard lump in his lap and began to stroke across
it, as Kamal’s hands
tightened on the wheel.

Mmmmmmm, Honey, Kamal moaned. Do you ever touch
yourself like you’re
doing’ to me? Sarah blushed furiously. I have,
she stammered quietly.

Kamal’s dick jumped when he heard that. Why
don’t you do it now, so we
can both enjoy our drive.


Sarah slid her skirt up a little higher and Kamal saw
the white cotton of
her panties. She slipped her right hand into the
waistband, and settled
back into the seat, her feet pressed against the
floor of the car under
the dashboard. Kamal smelled a sweet, sweet scent that
he had never smelled before, and it made him hotter
than he had ever been before.

The intense feeling of her rubbing had his legs
jumping, kicking at the
accelerator. At the first opportunity, he pulled
off onto the side of the
wooded road and parked. He leaned over and
kissed her, with a passion that
had hardly ever matched before, and he put his
hand on top of hers,
feeling her fingers move through the soft
cotton.

She pulled her hand from her panties and put it
on the side of his face to
kiss him harder, leaving his hand cupping the
Promised Land with only
cotton between his flesh and hers. The wetness
of her panties, and the
intense heat from beneath them spurred him on.
The smell on her hand drove
him wild, and he pressed and searched with his
fingers against the wet
cotton of her panties. As their kiss broke,
Sarah pressed her hot forehead
against his cool lips.

Stop, Lover, please stop, she moaned softly, but
her hips pressed her
pussy hard against his fumbling hand. Her own
stroking had grown more
forceful as well, and the car was filled with
his moans. We have to stop,
Kamal, she said more forcefully and stopped
rubbing. But Kamal didn’t want
to hear it,

Look, Sarah, he breathed, the big boy down there
is all primed, and it
hurts! You didn’t know that, did you? If it
can’t finish it’s job, the
pain grows and grows until I won’ I be able to
stand it!

Oh, Baby, Sarah cried, obviously concerned, what
we can do to make it
better?

Kamal reached down and pulled the lever next to
his seat and leaned back
until he was almost lying down. Take it out of
my pants, he moaned.

Sarah fumbled with his belt, then his pants.
When she had them open, she
took hold of the waistband of his shorts and
pulled down, and jumped when
the rigid member stood out straight. It was long
and red, and the knob on
the end was almost purple and slick with
something. Veins stood out along
its length, and there was a sticky, tangled mess
of black hair where the
shaft met his body. She put her hand around it,
feeling the strong pulse
jolting through it, and Kamal gasped.

Sarah figured it to be at least eight inches
long, maybe more, and it was
as big around as her shampoo bottle, something
Sarah realized it resembled
more than a little. She stroked her hand up the
shaft to the knob, and got
her hand coated in the slime there. God knows
what He’s doing she thought,
as she stroked back down, sliding easily because
of the lubrication. As
Kamal moaned and groaned. Sarah ran her hand up and
down the shaft, holding tightly, but stroking slowly.

She saw a large bead of slime form on the end of
the knob, and using her
free hand she rubbed it into the knob, taking
note when that made Kamal
yelp and jump in pleasure. Then, making sure his
eyes were closed, she
brought her hand to her lips and tasted the goo.
Salty, and sticky, but
something she could get used to. Then,
remembering tales told in the
late-night hours of a slumber party, Sarah
boldly leaned down and took the
knob into her mouth and sucked softly.

Oh God! Kamal yelled, and his fingers tangled in
her hair. Sarah
sucked on the knob delicately, and swirled her
tongue around it. After
being told so for all of her life, she didn’t
see anything bad about this
at all. Nope, she thought, not at all.

Emboldened by her new sense of power and
adventure, Sarah began to suck
more of the shaft into her mouth, then creating
suction, drawing slowly
back off of it and listening with pure,
rapturous glee to Kamal’s
passionate cries.

Then Kamal, fingers still tangled in Sarah’s
long hair, pulled her up and
off his throbbing member and dragged her up and
onto him. She lay on top
of him and they kissed, deeply and with more
passion than she had ever
felt before. She could feel the heat and the
throbbing of him against her
belly through the cotton of her blouse. Kamal’s hands
were under her skirt, clamped tightly on her behind,
his fingers kneading her soft flesh like her’s would a
lump of bread dough.

Kamal slipped one hand around to the front, and
grabbing her panties by the crotch, he pulled them
aside and she felt the flesh of his hand on her
pussy for the very first time. Still kissing,
her hands roamed over his
chest, his arms and his sides. She knew love for
this man, and wanted his
pleasure to be complete.

Sarah drew to her knees, and positioned her
aching pussy over his dick. As
she pressed against the knob of his dick, Kamal
took it in his hand and
tried to move it to better get into her. But
while he was successful in
parting the lips of her slick pussy, he missed
the entrance and dragged
the head up the center, where it ran into the
tender little nub of her
clitoris. She screamed in pleasure and pressed
harder against him, and
smart boy that he was, Kamal ran his dick into it
again and again, his left hand grasping his dick, his
right searching for enough breasts to hold
onto.

Sarah screamed a line of curses that Kamal hadn’t
thought possible from her as she bucked her hips,
slamming her engorged clit against his cock. But as
she bucked harder and harder, and as Kamal stroked his
cock beck and forth, it seemed like lightning struck.

They both froze, breathing hard, Sarah staring
down into Kamal’s eyes, and
he into hers. In their thrashing, Kamal’s cock had
found the tight entrance to Sarah’s pussy, and was now
buried there, by at least two inches. Kamal’s hands
flew to Sarah’s hips, to steady her. Sarah clawed at
Kamal’s shoulders, then arms, seeking leverage so she
could ease herself off of him. She sat bolt upright
and tried to move, but each motion felt like she was
drawing him deeper. Kamal’s eyes were glassy.

Lord Almighty, Kamal moaned, I never imagined
Heaven could feel as good
as what you’re doing to me down there. But Sarah
was of a different
opinion. She felt like a stuck pig, and while
she could feel her own
vagina working against her, grabbing and pulling
on his dick, all Sarah
wanted was this thing out of her. It hurt, plain
and simple.


Listen here, Sarah growled, you’re gonna help me up
offa you right
now! When she got no real reaction, she
continued. Kamal, baby, this
hurts! You’re so big, and I’m a little thing!
Help me off now, please,
Baby? Kamal moved a little as if to help, but he
bumped her legs and
applied just a little more pressure to her hips
than before, and Sarah
wailed like a cat in heat as she slid down the
entire length of his cock,
coming to rest when he was fully inside.

Trying to keep still, but at the same time
enjoying the pleasure of
movement, even through the pain, Sarah howled
and wailed and pounded her
fists against Kamal’s chest. Sarah tried to pull
up and off, but half way
up she lost her balance and slid back down a
bit, sending them both a jolt
of pleasure. Sarah began to realize that this
was feeling better than it
had a minute ago, or at least, the pain of being
stretched around him was
easing a bit, while the pleasure from the motion
was definitely
intensifying.

Sarah sat bolt upright, looked deeply into
Kamal’s wild eyes, and nodded
slightly. With that permission, Kamal pulled
Sarah down by her hips,
planting himself firmly inside her. She leaned
down and kissed him
fiercely, and their hips began to twitch,
sending waves of pleasure
through them.

After a few minutes, Sarah began to play with
pulling off of him again,
then sliding slowly back down, taking his cock
inside her once more. With
each long slow stroke, Sarah felt an ache
building inside her, an ache
that promised to become a rapturous pleasure.
And through gritted teeth,
Kamal groaned and begged, and he began to push
into more urgently.

Kamal’s strong hands held Sarah’s waist like a
vise, and he began to lift
her and pull her back down with more speed, and
more force. Soon, Sarah’s
cries came like panting, short shrill cries of
pleasure and pain
commingled and spaced a second or two apart, as
each of Kamal’s powerful
thrusts slammed home. Again and again, he
plunged his dick into her, his
ego puffing up each time he heard her cry out in
pleasure. The car shook
and rocked with their motion, and the creaking
springs added their part to
the noise of them panting, Sarah crying out, and
sucking and slurping
noise as he slid in and out of her. Before long,
the sound of their flesh
slapping together added another rhythmic sound.

Then Kamal knew something was wrong, very wrong.
Sarah’s body became
totally stiff and unyielding, and her pussy
clamped down on his dick so
hard he was afraid she could break it. Then a
stream of invectives,
cursing like neither of them had ever heard
before in one place or from
one person (even on cable TV!), began to pour
from Sarah’s perfect little
mouth. Her head thrashed from side to side as
she screamed the foulest
language Kamal had ever heard. He was in fact,
becoming quite embarrassed.
But when Kamal felt her pussy begin to grab and
suck at his dick, and an
unmistakable feeling of wetness began where
their bodies met, a wetness
that poured from between them and pooled between
his legs on the seat,
Kamal knew this was as it should be. As Sarah
thrashed and screamed, Kamal
felt his own body tense, and a pain like being
kicked full on in the balls
grabbed him. With a scream of his own to match
Sarah’s, Kamal felt
something exploding from within him, rushing up
through his dick and
exploding once again out the end of his dick. He
grabbed Sarah firmly and
held her tightly against him, and they both
cried out with each burst of
his ejaculation.

The pain of their orgasms ebbed slowly into
euphoria, and Sarah sank
slowly down to lay on Kamal’s sweat-soaked
chest. They could feel him
softening, slowly slipping down her pussy canal
no matter how hard that
sweet organ grabbed and tried to hold him. With
a final, imagined pop,
his soft dick fell away from her, accompanied by
a gush, then another, and
one more, as their combined fluids poured from
her to pool on the seat.
They lay there for a while panting, cuddling,
glowing with their first
real orgasms. And they kissed passionately, but
slowly - lovingly.

Sarah climbed off of Kamal and returned to her
seat, smoothing her skirt
and for some reason wishing she smoked. She
kicked off her shoes and
scrunched her toes against the floor of the car.
Kamal for his part, slid
his dick back into his sopping wet shorts and
closed his pants. He brought
the seat upright and started the car. They drove
down the lane in silence,
holding hands and leaning close together,
enjoying the afterglow of their
blessed union, and even the heat and smell of
their passion. Sarah took a
certain womanly pleasure as she felt their union
leaking from her into her
panties.

Yes, this was going to be one heck of a road
trip, Kamal thought
distractedly. Lord knows the first night had
gone well so far.

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