A/N Some of you who are familar with my work know that I don't write frank scenes of a sexual nature, well that said I'm expanding my horizons by writing short non-connection stories of erotica You can find all of my writings at my yahoo group, join for faster updates and links to all of my stories, some of which you won't find on Nifty.
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Warning, strong scenes of erotica! Don't read if that offends.
SIDE OF THE ROAD
By Madison Aysha Dante
He looks at me, deep brown eyes so deep and hypnotic, putting me in some fucking trance that makes my dick twitch and eyes flicker. I know what he wants and fuck... I want it too. I want it so fucking bad that the back of my throat itches, longing for him to force feed me his cock. Yeah, I like it rough and I like it when it he likes it that way. He licks his lips as he's laughing in her hair, calling her beautiful with his hands on her thighs as she sips her glass of wine naively. She has no clue and neither does the cute blonde girl, with shoulders too slender to completely get me off, sitting on my right and smiling at me with trusting eyes. The fact that no one knows--they're not supposed to, makes everything more exciting, illicit.... hot. He looks at me again, smiling waiting for me to be the one to come up with an excuse this time because he knows I'm better at lying than he is.
"Shit, I'm out of smokes!" I say, dragging out my words in a sigh of mock exasperation. A loud crash of one hundred and forty pounds hitting the water from the pool ten feet away interrupts me as loud laughter follows. My brother walks over, long sleeved shirt and jeans dripping with droplets of water glistening off of his forehead from the aquatic lights of the pool against the blackened sky where the night is technically now the new morning. He tosses a wet pack of cigarettes into my lap with a smile as he runs his hands over his crew cut, spreads his arms out towards the sky and does a mock warrior cry, pounding on his chest like he's a Polish version of King-Kong just because he likes doing weird shit like that. He's an idiot sometimes, but he's my brother and your best friend so we laugh and hope he doesn't notice how our eyes keep meeting. I pick up the pack, nicotine water spilling on my black shorts and running down my legs where little black strings of fabric scratch just below the knee and above the ankle. I just laugh and shake my head with a roll of my eyes.
"Here baby, you can have mine." She whispers sweetly in my ear. She's a good girlfriend and I smile and remind her that I don't like Marlboro's, Newport is the way to go.
"I need to pick up a pack too. Sweetheart, you need anything?" You ask your girlfriend, the pretty half Irish, half Jamaican beauty that she is and smiles as she tells you to pick her up a pack of gum. I'm really too excited at knowing what we're about to do to even care enough to listen to her as she asks you to bring back a six pack of brews.
The walk to my car is quick. Your steps are just as paced as mine and you keep your gaze steely on the darkened path of stone embedded concrete and flower bushes that lead up to where I normally park. You pause for a moment, reach into your pocket and pull out a cigarette, smirking gently as the orange flame lights up nothing and you nod for me to keep walking. In the darkness of this night your warm brown skin looks like chocolate and my normally pale complexion is dimmed, looking as smooth as your because in the dark, everything looks the same, but everything feels different....dirty if we want it to.
The car is hot despite the fact that the weather has cooled down to a nice seventy-eight degrees on this summer's night were the day had been too hot. I let the air conditioner blow out frigid blasts of air, letting us cool off for a minute before we pull out of the lot. You keep your gaze out of the window, into the dark night and over to where all of our friends are lounging around the pool a few hundred feet away where they can't see us.
"I love the way this car rides!" You say excitedly and I nod and turn the air down because it's getting too cold too quickly.
"You got the money, why don't you just buy one?" I ask. I always ask you that question, knowing that the answer will always be the same. It's just a familiar routine.
"Big trucks aren't my thing, but yours is one sweet chariot!" We both laugh and then you ask me if I can roll the windows down. You have a penchant for the smell of country air at night and when I'm with you, so do I. The roads are deserted as they usually are because no one except for those with more than three legs and people who are over the age of retirement live out here in the middle of no where and I know for a fact that neither of them drive after eight p.m. I pull over to the side of the road where even if someone does happen to ride past, the trees near this farm house will hide us. I turn and take the key out of the ignition. We look at each other and smile as we listen to the thudding click of the lock un-locking before we open the doors and leave the front seats..for the back seats.
It only takes one second before I feel the palm of your hand on the back of my head, entangling up in my hair.
"I love you with short hair!" You whisper to me in a hushed and thickened tone.
"I love you with long hair!" I reply as I nip your lower lip in my mouth, pulling ever so slowly and loving how I taste coffee and ash on your breath. I run my hand through your hair. It's soft to touch, almost feathery and I love how it falls just to the bottom of your neck in long, jet black cornrows the curl at the ends. You begin to lean back so your back can rest against the black leather comfortably even if your knees are hunched, one slung over the back seat where I can see your foot wiggling impatiently up in the air and the other moved to the left where your other foot taps the carpet. I release your mouth, just for a second so I can get comfortable and lean back down to lay on top of you. I move myself in-between your legs, one of my knees pressing into your groin as another sits on the ground beside your foot. Even though the small space is confining, I love how close we are.
I move my mouth back to yours, devouring every inch of you. Your tongue sways over mine in a battle for supremacy that I let you win. I move my hand up inside your white t-shirt, letting my hands rub against your thick, dark whiskers that curl back into place when I move onto another spot. I can feel your dick getting hard from inside of your jeans, poking me in my belly and I move my hand to caress you. You shudder and take my lower lip in your mouth, no longer kissing me back, but just gently biting down on it as I lick my tongue over your teeth and press harder down on your denim bulge. You move your hands to your belt, frantically unbuckling so fast that you accidentally punch me in the gut. Your mouth apologizes to my tongue as you pull my face down onto yours again. I slowly creep my hand down your brown stomach, tracing your happy trail with my index fingers and moving slowly until I reach the tips of your boxer shorts where a hot blast of heat hits and excites me. I grip your long and thick cock, firm and I pull it up slowly, bringing it out into the air where your pleasant scent surrounds me. I move my hand from your dick and to my own, rubbing my burgeoning hard-on and you grunt and thrust upwards to reestablish contact. But tonight I don't want to suck you off. Oh, I do, but I don't want you to think that's where it will end because I haven't seen you in weeks and I have been waiting for my chance to get fucked by you for days longer than I have the patience to count!
I pull away, smiling down at you, but you can't really make out my face because it's so dark in here. I move my head lower and lower until the bottom of my foot rests against the door as a warning that I can't go any lower. The only problem is I'm eye level with your nipple. But I lift up your shirt and move my mouth to lick around your deep pink nipple and I suck it in as you shudder and hiss for me to bite it. I do as I move my hand back down to your cock and stroke again. You hold my head down as I lick in circles around your nipple until it's hard in-between my teeth. I pull away, open the car door, stand outside looking at you lay there and you look at me like I'm crazy with thinking that I'm just going to cock tease you. But before you can get a question out of your mouth, I move my hands to your jeans where you know to lift up and let me pull them down part way. I work them down, just a little past your thighs and I lean in and move my mouth over your engorged mushroom shaped head. You immediately bring your hands to my hair and guide my head to take you all the way down in one quick swoop because patience is not your strong point whenever it comes to you or me cumming.
Your pre-cum coats my throat and I cough a little so I take you further down. Your hand guides my head up and down to an unseen beat as you struggle to catch your breath.
"Geoff..don't stop." You moan and I pull off again and smile.
"Get out of the car!" I say and you look down at me as I look up at you. I hold your cock in my hand, smiling up at you as I lick my tongue slowly around your tip before opening my mouth and deep-throat you once more for good measure. You keep your eyes on me and I watch as your eyes flicker over with amazement as I let my throat relax and I bob down three more times quickly before breaking away completely.
"What? Don't stop now!" You laugh and I pull you by your arms so you'll get out. Once you're close, our chests touching and the smell of the thick brush of trees where we're hidden surrounds us, I kiss you again in that rough way we both like.
"Dahfeir, I want you to fuck me..." I whisper between kisses.
"Here?" You ask as you stare at me with what I know are surprised eyes even if I cannot see you.
"Yeah D, fuck me!" I command as I walk over to where a rickety old wooden fence that's supposed to make sure now one can walk on the owners property, but I see as pointless because it's less than four feet high, sits. I go into my back pocket, handing you the small bottle of lotion that I had remembered to bring from the glove compartment and I drop my shorts down, just enough where I can stroke my dick and you can fuck me without cumming on them. I hear you sigh out as you move behind me, stroking my dick as you kiss my neck. It's in my instincts to bend over when I feel your cock at my entrance and I lean over the five inch thick piece of wood that's basically one half of the fence. Warm oil from your finger to my ass as you open me up before slowly guiding your cock in. No matter how many times I tell you to fuck me hard, you always go slow at first and I think that may be one of the reasons why I know I'm falling in love with you even if to the outside world, and even some of our friends, it seems like I'm pushing you away. We're both actors and we know how to act.
Once you're all the way in, you take a deep breath as you grip my sides and pull out, just half way before going slowly back in where you hit that hard spot in my body that makes me freeze and immediately start jacking my fist to cock. We have a rhythm now, you're going faster, building up speed as I bounce back meeting you in time as the thick sound of our skin connecting echoes off into the night. I hear you grunt and you're going harder now, just the way I like it. You're pushing down on that hard spot, that special spot and before I think to scream, I'm cumming.......I'm cumming! All I see is white and now I'm yelling because we're in the middle of no where as you fuck me hard over a barn yard fence and I cum into the grass with sweat falling down my face, blurring my vision, but you...you keep on going, you keep on fucking.
You reach up and pull my shoulders. You stand still and you let me fuck myself on your dick. My dick is still leaking and I know if we go slow for a few moments, I can cum again, but you decide you can't hold out in any longer as you scream out 'Fuck!' and cum inside me in hot, ropes of semen splashing my insides, coating me with your warmth. You lean on my back, dick still inside me as I still slowly stroke my dick. I'm trying to catch my breath like you are and you move your hand to cover mind as our dual grip makes me cum a second only less forceful time. My elbows lean on the wood, the only support keeping me from falling and I have to push back a little so you can get off of me and I can pick the splinter out of my hand. You pull up your pants, clinging as I hear you zip and buckle as I pull up my shorts. You kiss me and tell me with your mouth just how much you enjoyed it even if you speak no words. I'm too exhausted to drive back, even if it's only a three minutes away so I toss the keys to you.
We walk back in, smelling of sex and I push you into the pool as you pull me down with you, just like we planned to only thirty seconds earlier to cover up our scents. We laugh as chlorine burns our eyes and we splash each other while everyone laughs and calls us idiots. You're the first to get out and I watch you kiss your girlfriend's cheek and apologize for forgetting her gum. She smiles and leans on your shoulder like a lover and tells you that it's fine. When I sit next to my girlfriend, she smiles up at me and takes my hand, tracing her fingers over the pulse point of my wrist. She leans over and kisses my cheek for no reason except to show me that she loves me and I smile and look at you, but your eyes are already on me. I watch as your girlfriend leans her head down on your shoulder and you hold her close as I bring my girl into a similar position, kissing the top of her head and we look at each other and smile, but look away before anyone else can notice.
~The End~
(c) Madison Aysha Dante 2005
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