Emily Gets Her Freak On [mf][ff][road trip]

Friday afternoon my cell phone buzzed with a text. I was sitting out on the porch of my fraternity house, basking in the sun, reading some literature, wondering what kind of games Emily might have in mind for the weekend.

Last week, after giving me a loving kiss goodbye at the door at 6:30 in the morning, after the insane debauchery that had occurred with her and her two slutty friends Jane and Jasmine, Emily told me. “Don’t make plans for next weekend, okay?” Her eyes had twinkled mischeviously as she nipped at my lip. “Please?” Grinning like an idiot, I gave her ass a squeeze, and then hopped on my bicycle, waving good bye to her. Inside her house, her 9 year old son Jacob was still asleep, but it was about time to get up to start getting ready for school.

I looked back at Emily as I left her driveway. She was in a short piece of lingerie, her long, thin, curvy legs gleaming with a perfect tan. She was waving and smiling, clearly satisfied with the half-dozen orgasms she had received last evening from her two friends and me, and then the two she had had this morning about a half hour ago, as she rode my teenage morning wood cock to two more cum explosions. Her dark hair was long and wavy, and her pretty face was make up free and beautiful in its natural state. I waved back at her, and headed back for my frat. Within ten seconds I was no longer thinking about her, and stressing about the Chemistry midterm that I should have studied for last night, but had only half-heartedly done so.

That had been five days ago. Now, Friday, I was distracted and horny again. So when I saw her text I quickly made a shadow with my hand so I could read it. “Jacob is spending the weekend with his father. Like to do a road trip with me?”

“Fuck yeah,” I texted back. “I don’t have a car.”

“Silly,” she returned. “Come over here at 8. Bring two days of clothes and that gorgeous cock of yours.”

A few hours later, I hopped off my bike, a knapsack full of clothes and some beef jerky treats over my shoulder. The garage door began opening, and I looked over as Emily emerged, dressed in a short white and black polka dotted sun dress. “Put your bike in here,” she said. “Come on in.” I pushed my bike in and leaned it against some shelves stocked with food, as the garage door rumbled down. As it closed, and we were no longer visible from the street, Emily leaped over to me and shoved me against the shelves, her hot wet lips seeking mine, her tongue dancing around in my mouth. Her breath smelled like strawberries, and I could feel her braless breasts smashing against my T-shirt covered chest. Her hands were squeezing and sliding up and down on my cock, throbbing through my khaki shorts. “I’ve missed you, babe,” she whispered. “Five days is a long time to not get fucked when you realize what you’re missing.” I grunted and kissed her back, my hands squeezing her fine tiny ass through her sun dress.

Emily wasn’t going to wait. As we clinched and sucked each other’s tongues in the bright white light of her garage, she deftly unsnapped my shorts and pushed them, and my underwear down, taking my thick hard cock in her slim hand, squeezing it with strong fingers, and then as she stepped back enough to look me in the eyes, she lifted her sun dress with her other hand, revealing a moist, horny pink slit at the top of her legs, ready for me. She moved forward, spreading her legs just a bit, and pushed the head of my cock against her wet pussy, the head bulging against moist lips, and then, moaning with lust and muttering “Fuck fuck fuck FUCK,” Emily slowly sank down against me, impaling her juicy cunt upon my rigid member. I felt her hips and her mound push against my own groin, and knew I was buried completely inside her. “Oh, I’ve wanted that,” she hissed. “I’ve wanted your hot cock in my fucking slutty cunt.” Although the position was a little awkward, standing face to face and leaning against shelves, we humped for a minute, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Looking down, I could see her juices dripping down one of her slim tanned legs.

“Here,” she said, pulling off my cock, and then turning around, offering her round ass as she leaned against a piece of exercise equipment. “In your ass?” I asked, unsure. Emily looked back over her shoulder, grinning at me, swept away with lust but also the smart, practical lady I had initially met. “No, silly. We have to get on the road and I don’t want to shower again before we go. So no ass fucking or piss play right now. Just fuck me like a homeless man fucks a sandwich and make me cum. I’ll suck you off and then we can get going, okay?” I chuckled at her quip and grinned, and stepped forward. I pulled one half of her ass cheeks to one side, slightly opening her wet pussy. I spit down on my cock, managing to hit it, and then stepped forward, and plunged my rod into her tight twat. Her ass came back, softly banging against my hips as her pussy clenched my dick, and she began moaning with pleasure as I began to pound, really pound at her pussy. “Slap my cumslut ass you bastard!” I planted a hard smack on that ass, and she howled in pleasure, so I spanked her again as I fucked her. On the sixth smack, her tanned skin a mottled red under my spanking, and my hand getting a little sore, she began cumming, her body trembling and shaking, spasming with an orgasm that rocked her world. I stood there as we slowed down, and she popped herself off my cock, turning around and scrambling down to her knees. She engulfed my dick into her mouth, both hands on my shaft, squeezing very hard and stroking very fast, and she sucked with the fervor of an eager slut waiting for her dose of sweet cum. Emily’s beautiful face was rapt with focus, and her big blue eyes were unashamedly locked on mine, as I lost control and began filling her mouth with a copious load of white cum. Although she clamped down her lips and was gulping and swallowing as quickly as she could, a white dollop of cum was slithering down one side of her face. She sucked another minute, and then licked my cock and balls clean.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I said. Emily lifted her eyebrows in agreement, and looked up at me. “Can you piss in my mouth a little without getting it on my dress, maybe? It would make me feel super slutty to taste your salty piss right now.” I nodded. “I have to go,” I said. I took a breath, focused, and then began peeing a little, as she locked her mouth on me and swallowed the salty brew. After her third gulp, her fingers clamped down, almost painfully on my cock, and she stood up, gasping. She pointed my softening cock at the floor, at a drain in the concrete garage floor, and she eased up her grip, and held my cock as I finished pissing into the drain. “Fucking hot,” she sputtered. “I’ve never met a man who would do pissing like this and not act like there was something wrong with me.”

“I love it,” I told her. “Its super freaky.”

She giggled at me, and stepped forward to kiss my lips. I could taste the salt on tongue. “That it is,” she said. “And I haven’t showed you the really freaky stuff yet. I’m not sure you could handle it.”

I gulped. “I’m pretty sure I could,” I said. “We’ll see.” Emily laughed. Now let’s get the stuff into the car. I’m all packed, and we have a basket with wine and food on the kitchen counter. I want to hit the road.” Dutifully, I pulled up my shorts, and then the two of us, both looking freshly fucked, spent ten minutes loading up her blue sports car. One box was pretty heavy, and I asked her what it was. “My sex toys and a Sybian,” she said. “Sybian?” I asked. “You are in for a treat,” is all Emily would say. “Now, let’s go.” She tossed me the keys. “Me drive?” I asked. “How else am I going to suck your cock on the highway?” she responded mischievously.

We pulled out of her driveway. “Oh, one more thing. Before we head out, we have to pick up Jane.” I cast a look of surprise at this gorgeous brunette sitting in the passenger seat, her lovely tan legs gleaming in the sunshine, her nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her dress, her hair being tossed about a little by the air conditioning. She was smiling with a little evil intent, and watching my reaction. “Yep, we are going to head to the coast, and go south. I have reservations for a seaside motel in Lincoln City. But I told Jane about it and she begged to go along. I couldn’t tell her no.”

“Okay,” I managed. “I hope that you have enough dick for both of us,” Emily said. “But in case you don’t, that’s one reason I wanted to drain your cum and piss in the garage. I’m your first girl, not Jane.” I looked quizzically, not really following what that meant, but an understanding starting to settle in that I was headed out for a dirty weekend with two beautiful sex-obsessed women.

Jane was one of Emily’s sexy girlfriends that had come back home with her last weekend, the other being a Latina sexpot Jasmine. Jane was also a brunette, tall, gorgeous, middle aged, and she was all about the ass. Within three minutes of meeting me last weekend, this lovely female was down on her knees behind me, sliding her tongue into my butthole while her two friends bobbed on my rigid cock, and then when I was lying back on the carpet, she had hopped on top of me in reverse cowgirl position, impaling her ass on my jutting rod, and then lying back while Jasmine fisted her and Emily pissed all over her face and tits. Jane was definitely not the shy type.

We pulled into her driveway, and she had obviously seen us coming, because she was closing her front door, locking it, a suitcase down by her knees. Jane was tall and also tanned, and also dressed in a skimpy sundress, with a straw hat and sunglasses. I hopped out and ran over to help her with the suitcase, which was pretty large and heavy. Jane smiled at me but wasn’t affectionate, which I assumed was because an old man was standing in the lawn of the neighbor’s house, about ten feet away, watering his lawn and staring balefully at me. “Thanks,” said Jane as I carried the suitcase over to the car. Emily reached over and touched the switch, popping the trunk open, and I hefted the bag into the boot. I pushed it closed, and got back into the drivers’ seat, and noticed with a little surprise that Emily had crawled into the back seat to join her friend, who had gotten in on the driver’s side behind me. “Drive about a block, would you, Jay?” Jane said. “Then pull over to the side, and turn your head around here so I can kiss you hello.” I nodded, and drove the car down the street, out of site of the grumpy old neighbor. I pulled over to the side in the shadows of some trees, put the car in neutral, and then turned my head. Jane was right there, close up, her big brown eyes just inches from mine, and she leaned forward and kissed me. Jane’s tongue pushed into my mouth, parting my lips and flicking on my teeth. I felt her hands on the sides of my face. After a moment, she moved back. “Hello, young man.” Then she turned to look at Emily, sitting beside her. “I smell fucking and piss. Did you guys already fuck?” My eyes were wide and I turned back around. “Take the route to the coast,” said Emily to me. Then she sidled over to her friend, her hands already sliding toward Jane’s pussy. “We did fuck, just once, and he let me gulp down a mouthful of piss to hold me over. What you going to do about that?”

“You slutty crazy cunt,” Jane said. “I might have to fist you right here.”

The two gals began kissing heavily in the back seat. I was trying to watch them in the rear view mirror, and then swerved the car to avoid a bicyclist. The girls stopped for a moment and both looked up at me. “You drive, boy,” said Jane. “This little slut is going to lick my pussy. You two owe me a fucking cum just to catch up with you two.”

“I don’t want to die in a fiery accident,” Emily added. “So you just drive and listen to us fuck each other, but focus on the road. You’re going to be fucking our cunts and asses all night, so you’ll get yours.”

“Okay,” I croaked, squeezing the steering wheel with a white knuckled grip.

“What the fuck is this?” Emily suddenly asked. Jane giggled. “A butt plug in my ass and a big fucking dildo in my pussy. I’ve had them there for a while. Wanted to surprise you.” “You slut, what a marvelous idea,” Emily laughed, and then stopped talking, as she buried her mouth in the muff of her best friend.

I drove us west toward the coast as the two women played, and am happy to report that although it was very hard, we made it safely to our coastal hotel room just as the sun was setting over the ocean.

To Be Continued.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6bdab5/emily_gets_her_freak_on_mfffroad_trip