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It was our last date of the semester. Finals were over and most of us had already taken off. I was sticking around for another week before heading out. I definitely wasn’t heading back to the old homestead! Before he went home, Joe Bradley and I boxed up all our shit and drove it over to Kegs. It had taken us several trips, but our boxes were now all moved in. I would be in the room before he was, so I told him I would sort it out at some point.

It was a last date in several ways. Marilyn was heading home tomorrow also, but she wasn’t coming back to Saint Rose in the fall. Much like before, she had flunked out. It wasn’t that Marilyn was dumb. She wasn’t. Maybe she wasn’t a genius, but she wasn’t stupid. However, Saint Rose was a bad mix for her. She needed the structure and discipline of family to keep her focused, and she certainly wasn’t getting that in Albany.

Tomorrow her parents were coming to pick her up and take her and her possessions home. She would start over again in the fall at Mohawk Valley Community College. She could apply her credits from Saint Rose, but since I don’t think she passed a single course all year long, nothing would apply. I didn’t tell her I knew that, but I let her put as good a face on it as she could. Regardless, Marilyn was quite depressed about it, and the fact that she felt we were breaking up and would never see each other again had her on the verge of tears.

I had felt that the first time around as well. I had taken her out to dinner and afterwards had cried myself to sleep. Then, we started writing each other over the summer, and I took the train from Albany to Utica in the fall and we figured out how to see each other. The rest was history or would be history.

I picked her up outside her dorm about seven or so. I had stressed that I wanted to take her to a nice restaurant, and I was going to wear a suit, so she needed to dress nicely as well. A dress and heels would look good on her. It was a beautiful spring day, dry and warm, and I was all smiles when I saw her. She had on a red and black knee-length dress with a U-shaped neckline that showed just the tops of her breasts and was tight enough through the waist with a slight flair at the thighs, along with hose and medium high heels. She looked like she was on the edge of crying but trying to make a brave go of it.

“My God! You look fantastic!” I told her. “I won’t be able to eat; I’ll be too busy fighting off the other men in the restaurant!”

She smiled at that. “This is all right?” she asked. Marilyn really wasn’t a very fancy girl, and her mother wouldn’t have been helpful at all, even if she had asked her for help.

“Turn around,” I said, twiddling my fingers in a circular motion. Marilyn slowly pirouetted and I whistled appreciatively. Our daughter Maggie really had been correct, in her utterly tactless way; Marilyn was hot! “You are gorgeous!” If we had gotten that far already, I would have taken her inside and ravished her a time or two before we went to dinner.

But we hadn’t gotten that far yet. This was, without a doubt, the longest period I had gone celibate since I lost my cherry to Shelley Talbot. Marilyn, however, was very Catholic, and she had told me once the difference between a good girl and a nice girl. ‘A good girl goes home and goes to bed, and a nice girl goes to bed and goes home!’ Marilyn was going to be a good girl, right up to her wedding day, and told me so in no uncertain terms. Marilyn also got extremely turned on when we were making out, as much now as before, and even if Marilyn’s mouth was saying ‘No, no, no!’, her body was screaming ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ Early in the fall I finally popped her cherry, and I was hard at work on moving the timetable forward.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you that maybe we should head back to my dorm, so that tomorrow I can serve you breakfast in bed? Wouldn’t that count as taking you out for a meal?” I teased.

Marilyn blushed but smiled. Wagging her finger at me, she said, “Forget it!”

“Well, it seems like a good idea to me, but okay, if you’d rather have dinner...” I gave her a quick kiss and then opened the door and led her outside. We held hands on the way to the Galaxie, and I opened the door for her. I went around and climbed behind the wheel, and then whistled at her again. Her dress had ridden up slightly and her legs looked spectacular! Marilyn simply giggled and tugged her dress down a touch and had me start the car.

I was taking her to L’Auberge that night, a very fancy French restaurant in Albany. It was also very expensive. On the first trip through, my mother had been visiting us once when we were living in Clifton Park, and she took us to dinner there. Afterwards, when she saw the bill, she turned green and said she was going to have to tell Dad when he was in a good mood. I suspected something sexually exotic would be involved. As it was, I fully expected the bill to be at least $100. Considering that this was 1974, and that was a month’s room and board at Kegs, L’Auberge was not where I routinely dined.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes away in downtown Albany, a stately old home turned restaurant. It was a place frequently used by businessmen and lobbyists to wine and dine politicians, and we were younger than the usual crowd. Still, I had made reservations, and we were dressed appropriately, and I knew how to handle myself, even if Marilyn felt a little self-conscious. Before I locked my car, I reached into the back seat and pulled out a gift-wrapped box.

“What is that?” asked Marilyn once she saw me carrying something.

“That is for you, but not until we get inside,” I said, smiling.

“Tell me!”

It was my turn to waggle a finger. “Inside!” She stuck her tongue out at me, but then scampered towards the door when I moved to swat her rear with the box.

Once we were seated, I set the box on the side of the table. “We’ll get to that in a moment.” Just then, our waiter came up and we ordered drinks, with me ordering a gin and tonic and Marilyn getting something sweet and silly. Then I picked up the box.

“I can read minds,” I said, “and right now I can read yours perfectly.”

“Oh? So, what am I thinking?” she asked.

I held a hand up to my temple and closed my eyes. “Well, actually, there’s two things.” I paused dramatically and closed my eyes again. “The first thing, well, Marilyn, that’s illegal in this state, and certainly won’t get you into heaven!”

“CARLING!” she shrieked quietly.

“And the second is that you’re worried you’ll never see me again, and you’ve fallen hopelessly in love with me.” I smiled at that. Marilyn’s face screwed up and her eyes started to water. I had said the wrong thing. I reached out and patted her hand. “Marilyn, it’s all right. I love you, too, and we’ll certainly see each other in the future.”

She stared at me. “What did you say?”

“I said I love you. I didn’t think you’d be so unhappy as to cry about that.” I smiled and continued holding her hand.

“Oh, God!” She started to blubber, and I just lifted her hand and kissed her palm.

I also reached into my pocket and handed her my handkerchief. “I love you,” I repeated quietly.

Marilyn had happy tears in her eyes, and she grabbed my hankie and started wiping her eyes. Of course, then she had to honk her nose into it, so I decided to let her keep it as a souvenir.

“Now, stop worrying so much. This is not the end, and we are going to keep seeing each other and we’re going to talk about that tonight. What? Were you worried I was going to break up with you tonight?” I asked, smiling.

“Well...”

“Honey, if I was going to break up with you, I wouldn’t do it at these prices. I’d take you to a HoJo’s and go Dutch!”

Marilyn blushed. “So, what’s that?” she asked, pointing at the box.

“Here, it’s for you.” I handed her the gift.

She tore the wrapping paper off the box. Inside was a Polaroid SX-70 instant camera, a state-of-the-art (at the time) instant camera with a single lens reflex action. You took a picture and within seconds the film pack spit out a picture that would develop in your hands inside of five minutes. “What ... why...”, she asked curiously.

I handed her another couple of film packs from a pocket. “I am going to take pictures of you tonight before we split up and keep them with me over the summer. That way I won’t forget you.”

She smiled at me. “You want to take pictures of me? Like what?”

“Well, high heels at one end, and a smile at the other. The middle is kind of optional.”

“Carling!” she said with a blushing smile.

“Oh, all right. A fellow can dream, can’t he?”

I simply waggled my eyebrows at her, and she blushed some more. I opened the box up and showed her how to load a film pack, and then I took a quick picture of her, and showed her how it developed. The flash attracted some attention, which embarrassed her a touch, but nobody seemed to mind a boyfriend taking pictures of a pretty girl. I folded it back up and put it back in the box to the side. “I’ll take a few more after dinner. Then later, when you get back to the dorm, you go upstairs and put on a bikini and come down...”

“CARL!”

“It was worth a try!”

The waiter brought our drinks, and we looked over the menu and I reviewed the wine list. I decided to splurge on a nice bottle of Pouilly Fuisse. In just a few days I was going to be dining with some people a whole lot less decorative than Marilyn.

“I still can’t believe you’re going across the country next week,” she told me.

“It’ll be fun. You should come along!”

“No way! I think you’re just going to chase girls and drink and smoke pot,” she said, smiling.

“No on one, yes on two and three,” I said with a shrug.

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

“This is my only chance to do this. My next two summers I’ll be camping with the Army.” I told her.

“I still can’t believe you’re going into the Army.”

I shrugged. “It’s not like I have a choice. Uncle Sam is paying for college for me, and he’s looking for some payback. If my father could do it during World War II and my grandfather could do it during World War I, I guess I can survive it now. At least nobody’s shooting at us at the moment.”

We talked some more about my joining the army, and how ROTC worked, and also about my family’s military tradition. This took us through a fair bit of dinner, and I took this as an opportunity to toss a new idea into the mix. “After I get back, let’s go to Maryland. I can take you to see my folks for a few days, and then we can go to the beach.”

“The beach? You live near the beach?”

I shook my head. “No. Several hours away, in fact. Here’s my suggestion. I’ll get two rooms at a place in Ocean City. You’ll have your own room. I know you well enough for that.” Marilyn looked relieved at that. “We’ll stay at my folks’ for a few days and then drive to the beach. Take a week or two at the beach and then come back up to New York for the fall.”

Marilyn was looking intrigued, so I told her all the positive ideas about meeting my parents and family, which are always important to a woman. I also stressed the idea of sun and sand and warm, warm water. You just don’t get that in Utica. By the time dessert arrived she had agreed.

I’d warn her about Hamilton some other time, like after she got to Lutherville. I would put up with him for a few days for Marilyn’s sake, so my family could meet her. Besides, she’d never believe my stories about my family without meeting them first.

After dinner I had her pose a bit in the lobby, and I took a few more pictures. When we got back to the dorm, I asked her again to change into a bikini, but she declined again. I grabbed my shots of her and tucked them in a pocket, and gave her the camera, and then I gave her a big kiss and left.

The next day I spent the morning on the phone long distance to the Hilton Hotel in Ocean City, Maryland. My parents preferred to visit Rehoboth Beach, which is in southern Delaware, about half an hour north of Ocean City. Rehoboth is a smaller and quieter town than Ocean City. Me, I preferred a little glitz and glamour on my vacations. The Hilton is near the Boardwalk, and I could afford it. Although the economy wasn’t too happy about it, I had ridden the oil shock up and down, and was now invested in some stocks that did well under these conditions. I was worth about $1.5 million now, plus the $2.47 my atoms were supposed to be worth. I was able to reserve a large suite with two bedrooms (I did tell her she would have her own room, just not what type of room) for two weeks starting a week after I got back. I also specified that I would probably show up late in the first week, but I wasn’t sure when, and let them bill it to my American Express card, which they were quite happy to do.

After that, it was just necessary to wait a couple of days for Ricky and Marty to finish with the semester. Both guys were juniors and had to finish finals, but after that, they were free for the summer. Marty never went home anyway but stayed at school and lived in the house. Ricky, on the other hand, was in ROTC, and would normally have gone to do his second summer at training, but he had deferred it until after graduation. He had the summer free, too. They were planning a road trip across the country. When I asked them what they were up to, they invited me along. I was planning on living at the house and goofing off. I jumped at the chance to join them!

The general plan was that we would travel across the country, spending the nights at various Kegs chapter houses around the country. Kappa Gamma Sigma was a national fraternity, with dozens of chapters all across the U.S. It was not at all unheard of for brothers to show up at another house, out of the blue. Every year we would get a few people passing through from other colleges, who would be invited in for anywhere from a night to a few days. We’d let them sleep in their sleeping bags in the formal room, mooch some meals with us, share some beer and weed, and otherwise goof off. Why anybody in their right mind would visit Troy was an entirely different question. The usual answer was they were on their way through to somewhere a whole lot more interesting.

Marty, Ricky, and I were going to return the favor. We all tossed sleeping bags and duffel bags into the trunk of Marty’s 1970 Buick LeSabre. That thing was just a beast of a car! I think it was bigger than my Galaxie, with a bigger engine, and generally roomier. Of course, while the Galaxie needed an oil well in the back yard to feed it, this thing needed two!

We never even considered Ricky’s car, an ancient VW Beetle. None of us was sure it would make it to the state line, let alone across the country.

Ricky had a map of the United States with chapter houses marked with red dots, and Marty had gotten from the national headquarters a list of addresses for the chapter houses. Our tentative route had us going through Cleveland and then on to Chicago. From Chicago we wanted to go to St. Louis, but after that we weren’t sure. The idea was to go on a northerly route on the way west, and then come back on a southerly swing. Most of the chapter houses were either on the east coast, California, or the south. North and west of St. Louis was a bit limited.

I had a Kodak Instamatic camera with a few spare rolls of film, and before we set out, I got Jack Jones to take a few shots of us in front of the Buick. I got razzed by the other guys but screw it. They’d thank me someday.

The first stop was Cleveland, and the initial theory had been that we would drive on the US and state roads, not on the highways. We’d get a chance to see the real America, not just concrete. After about five hours on Route 5 going west through every Podunk little town in central New York, we said “Fuck this shit!” There’s a reason they built the Interstate system! At the pace we were going, we’d have hit the Pacific just in time to return to school - next year! We got onto the Thruway around Rochester and moved it up to the speed limit. We got to the chapter house at Case Western Reserve about eight in the evening.

I suppose Cleveland is a nice place. Certainly, people live there. Still, you really have to wonder about a city where the river tends to catch fire. I mean really, you use water to put out the fire, not to start one! The chapter house was not an auspicious start to the trip. There were two guys living there, and we met one as we pulled in the parking lot, and he was leaving. “Hi, can I help you?”

Ricky flashed a smile at the guy. “Hey, how you doing? We’re from RPI in Troy, New York. Any chance we can spend the night?” He had on a Kegs shirt, so the guy knew we were brothers.

“Yeah, sure. Welcome. Go on in. Wozinski’s in there. Let him know. I’m out of here for a few days. Nice to meet you.” Then he was in his car and leaving.

We glanced at each other and shrugged our shoulders, and then went inside. There was a single brother holding down the fort, Wozinski, and he was watching television and drinking a beer. That was it. He greeted us and grabbed a few beers and showed us where we could sleep, but that was it. He was the only guy around and not much of a talker. After a bit he left us to our own devices and went to bed. The three of us raided the fridge and had another beer and decided to keep going the next day.

Northwestern, in Chicago, was a whole different story. If the trip had consisted of houses like the one in Cleveland, we could have turned around and had more fun in Troy. There were almost a dozen guys staying over the summer at the house at Northwestern, and they greeted us warmly! We spent the first night drinking and smoking, and then stayed on for another three days. We ended up swimming in Lake Michigan, which was a bit warmer than the polar bear club routine, but not by much, and hitting some bars and clubs downtown.

I remember comedian Bill Maher commenting when Barack Obama became President, that for the first time in ages we had a President from a place you would actually want to go to. Chicago was pretty cool. I had a headache and Ricky was totally hungover by the time a groaning Marty pulled onto the road towards St. Louis.

We stayed in St. Louis (Washington University) for a couple for nights, and then drove up to Des Moines (Drake University) for another couple of days. Lots of good barbecue and beer, dull as dishwater in some other ways. I mean, I know that’s where all our food comes from and that’s important, but who the hell wants to live there? There’s just miles and miles of miles and miles! We consulted our map and list of colleges and decided to keep going west. It was about 700 miles to Denver. At normal highway speeds we could be there in nine or ten hours, easy. However, earlier that year the national speed limit dropped to fifty-five, because of the gas crisis. Trust the government to do something dramatic - and wrong! Now it was going to take us at least thirteen or fourteen hours. This was a massive waste of time and money, and dangerous to boot (you spent longer driving, so you had more chance of getting into an accident.) We left mid-afternoon and arrived in the early morning, after bypassing God only knows how many cow towns and hitting too many truck stops to pee and eat and gas up.

The brothers at the Colorado School of Mines took pity on the weary travelers and put us up. That was pretty good, we had some fun there. It’s a small school, about the size of RPI, and specializes in engineering. A bunch of Rocky Mountain nerds, in other words! We got along well with them. Lots of Coors beer, which at the time you couldn’t get east of the Mississippi. Some guys swear by it, but I’m not that big a beer fan. A couple of the brothers took us up Pike’s Peak with Marty’s Buick, and then helped us change the tire when he blew one coming down. We also went into Denver to drink and chase girls at a few bars. We stayed there three nights and weren’t all that sober at any given time.

We spent a couple of nights in Boise, completely bypassing Utah, which would have been the halfway point. There were no chapter houses there, and it didn’t seem like much of anything else. Big damn place, but hopelessly earnest. No drinking, drugs, fornication, or much of anything else that might be enjoyable. We bypassed it before we could be contaminated by the Mormons. It took us an entire day, what with the travel time, stopping for meals and gas, and so on. On the other hand, the brothers at Boise State were a bunch of real yahoos and cowboys. We bedded down for the night, and the next day we were taken to a bar with a mechanical bull. More Coors beer, more stupid shit going on. I’m glad we had the Instamatic along because we ended up with pictures of all of us getting thrown by the mechanical bull. My picture damn near has me upside down, but my face was recognizable.

“Someday I will show these to my kids, just to prove to them their old man was crazy,” I told Ricky.

Marty came limping up, bowlegged. “Yeah? I don’t think I’m going to have kids now!”

“If the choice is putting an ice pack on your balls for you, or letting you die, you’re going to die, Marty!” I told him.

“This from an asshole mooning over a girl who hasn’t even given it up yet! If I want horseshit, I can come here and find a horse!” he retorted.

“I agree! You need to either start drilling that well, or give up the lease!” said Ricky, a geological engineer by major.

“He’s just going to ignore us and mail her another post card!” said Marty.

“Fuck you two, and the bull you rode in on!” I replied, without any heat. “I’ve seen the women you two have been sleeping with. At least I’m working on the proper species.” I pointed at Marty’s crotch. “You’d have better luck screwing the mechanical bull rather than riding it.”

Ricky laughed. “You know how rodeo riders have sex?”

I rolled my eyes, since I knew the answer, but Marty bit on it. “How?”

“After they get on top of their girl, they whisper in her ear that she’s just as good as her sister, and then they try to stay on for eight seconds!”

“Shit!”

Marty and Ricky were right about one thing, though. Every time we stopped, I’d buy a postcard and mail it to Marilyn. I’d always be looking for something a little offbeat. In Golden I had sent her one of a fellow falling off Pike’s Peak. Boise just had postcards with either stunning vistas or cowboys. I found one with a girl on a mechanical bull, and wrote that I was behaving myself, despite the temptations. It was too bad we were going to miss Donner Pass, since there just had to be some good ones for that!

From Boise it was off to Portland (Portland State) where we spent a couple of nights. The chapter house was a gigantic Victorian three-story house, and something about it just didn’t seem right. In fact, it was sort of creepy. We went inside, following a brother named Biff and wandered around the first floor. It had about ten small rooms, all open to each other. “Man, what’s with this architecture?” wondered Marty.

I nodded in agreement. It was kind of strange. Ricky simply said, “I don’t know, but for some reason it’s kind of familiar.”

Biff had a big smile on his face. “It used to be a funeral home.”

Ricky’s eyes lit up. “That’s it! My grandmother died last winter, and the funeral home looked exactly like this! Lots of little rooms all connected one to the other!”

“Yeah, that way they can run partitions between the rooms and have more than one body in residence.”

Ricky nodded vigorously. “And a lot of these old funeral homes were family owned and run, and the family would live upstairs!”

“Exactly. Come on, let me show you around,” said Biff. We got the real nickel tour, too. Out back was a four-car garage, now devoted to junk and lawn care gear, that originally could hold four hearses and limos. Then he took us down into the basement, which had a number of curious features. For one thing, there was a driveway that went from the back to the front, down through the basement and back out to the front driveway. Midway through the basement was a room with a big stone table and drains and the ghastliest colored stone flooring. This was where the hearses would roll through and drop off the customers, who would get drained and prepped in the basement before being sent upstairs for viewing.

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Things were getting pretty hectic around our house so we decided to take a road trip. We called our friends in Las Vegas and told them we were coming up to see them. We got our daughter to watch the house and feed the animals, got the car ready and we were off. About an hour on the road and already I was feeling horny. I took off my bra, pulled my shorts aside so he could see my now moist pussy. Slowly I started playing with myself. He was trying to keep his attention on the road but found it...

Group Sex
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The Road Trip

The Road Trip By strangefun WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts, sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own discretion! I grip the steering wheel tightly as mile after mile on the dark, mid- night highway disappear under the wheels of the passenger van that I am driving through the emptier parts of the American Midwest. We are on the road trip to a vacation house in a secluded location, and the rest of the...

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Pitching A Tent Road Trip

As I sat in my apartment with my bag packed up and ready to go, I tried to stay positive about the weekend ahead."It'll be just as fun as it always is," I kept telling myself. But the message rang hollow. It didn't seem like that was going to be possible.The trip I had packed for was the annual McCormick boys camping excursion, and it was typically something I looked forward to every year. At its inception, it started as a family thing. All four of us — mom; dad; my brother, George; and myself...

Love Stories
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Hamper Hound 3 A Summer Road Trip

The remainder of my 3rd year of colleges seemed to drag on. The first few weeks after Christmas vacation were the roughest. It was the time of year when winter becomes depressing, grey skies, cold weather and snow playing a major factor. My mind was occupied not only by a heavier course load that semester, but also by Alena. I missed not only being in that big-ass, cozy bed with her, but also the excitement of our risky sexual adventures. I'd call her weekly from the pay-phone down the hall...

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FAMILY ROAD TRIP

By Oediplex Watching the folks do it. How I got to make it with mom. You can cum too! For all sons and mothers who ever thought about committing incest with their parent or child, this piece of erotic writing is produced to make you cum. We all need a cum. To that end . . May your every fantasy take flight! Oediplex 8==3~ Home is where the hard-on is raised Ever since I turned eighteen I had been listening to my parents make love. Each evening when they retired, I...

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Road Trip

A business trip from TN to FL was in order, and Steve invited Jim and Max, and of course, his Jeannie, for the 3 day weekend trip to central FL. The drive is about 10 hours so the group got on the road early. They took the truck, an F150 4 door, and headed south. After a stop for breakfast and bathroom, they got back on the road. Jeannie wore a revealing black top, low cut, with the top of her big breasts exposed. She wore a red skirt cut above the knee. Jeannie sat in front right, Max and Jim...

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Kitten 13 Road Trip

Kitten, 13, Road Trip By: Malissa Madison, aka, Bernice The ringing of the phone woke me from my sound sleep. Rolling over I looked past Samantha to the clock beside the bed. It was Two AM, who in the hell could be calling me at this time of morning? "Erika, we need to talk," said Vet my foreman out at the farm. "Can it wait until daylight?" "I'm afraid not." I heard strange noises in the background. "Where are you?" I began pulling on clothes as quickly as I could. "I'm...

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Road trip

Co-written with the delectable Sweet as CandyRed tipped fingers danced on the steering wheel in time to the heavy base, pounding from the speakers, as the wind whipped blonde ringlets into Lyra's mouth. With a grin, she scooped her hair into a messy ponytail at the base of her head. It was a small price to pay to have the roof down, she thought. Impatiently Lyra gunned the engine, and as she watched the lights shift from red to green, she peeled away with a squeal of tyres and a delighted...

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Road Tripping

Once upon a time in college......it happened that I was dating a girl named Chrissie. Let me tell youfrom the start guys and gals, Chrissie was a hot little number who was hotfor cock. Specifically, she was hot for my cock and had been since she'dfound out how good I was from the other girls.And how big I was.She did everything within her power to get a piece of me.I thought right from the first that she was a hottie. And I couldpretty much tell right from the beginning that she was clearly...

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Public Masturbation on a road trip

My wife Donna and I have been married for quite a few years and we are as physically fit as we were in high school and she is a petite lady that can still get into a size two, Donna has butt length auburn hair and the cat green eyes to go along with that red hair, her breasts are high and firm and we both love to indulge in all forms of physical intimacy with each other. Now then, with all of that said, please allow me to share a true story with you that started out as a ‘well,...

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Naughty Road Trip

My name is Kathy and I've been a swinger and shared wife for many years. I'm married to a wonderful guy named Dave that encourages me to play as much as I like. Recently a buddy of Dave's named Rick asked Dave if he would like to keep him company while he drives down to his place in Florida and they could share the driving. Dave didn't have time to go due to other commitments but suggested that I go and keep Rick company. I thought it was a great idea since I've never driven to Florida before....

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Rick and Andy go on a road trip

Andy picks me up at 8 am, just as planned. I load my stuff in the back of his 1970 dodge van and jump in the shot gun position. Andy asks me to show him that I am ready, i smile at my hunk boyfriend and pull up my skirt to show him my lace panties and thigh high stockings. I lean in for a kiss and he pulls away. once on the highway he gives me that look, the look that says i should be devouring his cock, a look I beg for and always succumb to. I get on my knees , flip his shorts down and start...

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Tammy Takes A Road Trip

One evening the three of us, over dinner, decide to take a road trip to no where but just waste a day. We agree to leave Saturday around noon, and we'll flip a coin to see what direction to travel. Saturday morning I tell you that what I want you to wear. I've selected a mini skirt, a tight, button up cashmere sweater and a pair of heels. "I want you to button up the sweater just high enough to keep your tits from slipping out from under the sweater but no more. I want everyone to see your...

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The Road Trip

Cindy and I had decided that we needed to get away for a little bit so I took a week off work and we took off on a road trip. We're lucky that we can do it since our kids are grown and we're "empty nesters". Our road trips are usually pretty much unplanned–we both like to do things spontaneously. Cindy's a lot more spontaneous than I am but you'll see that in a bit. As usual, we left the house on Monday morning and, also as usual, didn't decide what direction we were going to go...

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Hot Threesome On Road Trip

After doctor Bandhan opened up the world of proper incest for me and my mom Soma, needless to say we fucked each other day and night. All day in class I would think about how mom would take off my clothes once I reach home..and how she will take a shower with me.. Mom was also extremely happy about what was happening. She wanted to do anything to please her darling son, so even if I’m just watching tv, she will come and sit next to me and at least play with my cock. She never refuses to suck...

Incest
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The Road Trip

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Hayes. Richard I opened my eyes, wondering, for a few moments, where the hell I was. Buffalo. Well, I guess somebody has to be in Buffalo. I swung my legs out of the hotel bed and sat on the edge for a few moments. I don’t smoke anymore, but the urge still comes over me in the mornings, especially mornings when I wake up in a city that I don’t really want to be visiting. I inched myself down onto the floor and did the first few...

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The Road Trip

“Oh Jolene, pull the car over. I hear a strange noise coming from the engine.” Sarah put her hand on Jolene’s forearm gently, but firmly. She didn’t want to scare her friend off the road, but it was the perfect spot to have her stop. She needed Jolene to sense urgency, but not panic.As Jolene slowed the car and pulled off to the side of the road, Sarah smiled to herself. The initial seed of doubt about the car had grown into full concern. Jolene would completely believe there was something...

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Road Trip

Road TripI just wrote this story and I would love all the comments you would like to leave for me.My family was driving across country to see my mom's side of the family....My dad was driving and my sister was sitting next to him up front. We had a big van with a bed in back. Mom was sleeping facing the front of the van and I was behind her. I suddenly felt her hand rubbing on my cock. Maybe she thought it was dad behind her at first. I don't know for sure. Then she pulled it out of my shorts...

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Road Trip

“Why? Does he have to ride with us?” I was almost screaming. “This was suppose to be a trip to the Painted Desert for just us!” Carrie replied, “Because he bought a car in Holbrook, and needs a ride out there!” “Then he can catch a bus, or a plane!” I stated loudly. “But he is gonna pay his way! And he would be good company for us!” Carrie argued. “But you use to fuck him like, What Everyday? No! He needs to get his own ride to Holbrook!” I continued to complain. “That was a long time ago,...

Love Stories
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Enjailed Chapter 1 Road Trip

..............-Well didn’t you know that driving drunk is breaking the law?-his question sounded too hasty and scared me even more.-Yes,….well…yea but…I didn’t think….that…..-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must...

4 years ago
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Heels The Ultimatum Chapter 6 Road Trip

Heels: The Ultimatum 6 - Road Trip By Deane Christopher Copyrighted 2003 Synopsis of Chapter 5: Kelly's Seduction What Gale did not know, and probably would never come to discern, was that the heels had used those lesbian couched fantasies of hers to fabricate a shadow, or if you will, an auxiliary libido, a libido that was heavily tinged with the pure essence from which manly desires arise. Whenever Dennis was operating as Kelly, Gale's shadow libido would kick in;...

3 years ago
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Identify Chapter 3 of 10 The Road Trip

Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Don't read if you are younger than 18 years old or not legally allowed to read adult material and all the usual disclaimers. Text in brackets [like this] is translated from barely decipherable lisp. A huge thank you to Oklaliz for the editing help. If you enjoy this, it is largely thanks to Oklaliz making it much more readable. Identify - Chapter 3 of 10 - The Road Trip "It was all a nightmare," Linna told...

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Summer Road Trip

Tom packed his car carefully, so that all the gear would fit. In addition to a couple duffle bags full of clothes, he had a tent, dining fly, camp stove, bags and a cooler of food, and other assorted equipment for a two week trip out west. He had graduated from UW Madison in June, and now, in mid-August, he was heading out on a long slow trip to California to start a new job. He wanted to make a vacation of it. He had shipped the rest of his clothes, books, and other belongings to his buddy,...

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Sibling Road Trip

Waking up early that morning and my sister and I had left early on our dream trip; it was to be a trip driving across America, seeing all the sights on our way to visit our aunt in Southern California. My sister and I had scrimped and saved for three years to purchase the car, gas, clothes and all the other supplies that we would need on our trip from New York to LA. We had been planning this trip ever since we were little; now that I was 18 and Jenny was 19 and we had saved up enough we were...

Incest
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Road Trip

It was a Friday afternoon and I had no plans for the weekend. Most of my friends were busy, so I was left home alone with nothing to do. Within a few hours I was bored out of my mind, so I called Ricky, a friend of mine, to see if he wanted to do something. I've had a crush on him for the last few months, but didn't want to risk our friendship by getting romantically involved. He answered on the first ring and admitted to being just as bored as me, then suggested that we go on a road trip. I...

3 years ago
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First time self suck road trip

Freshmen year was over and I was headed out on a road trip across the country with my Grandparents. We had a lot planned. It was going to be a real long trip though. We cram up in the car and I put in my headphones. Driving hours and hours every single day. We go through Louisiana and have some crawfish. Head to Texas. Texas was a 2 day trip. We stopped in San Antonio. Oh boy was that a dream. My young cock was so excited when we went to Six Flags. All the hot latinas and Texan girls in there...

4 years ago
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Road trip

I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage.Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip.I packed for the trip. More...

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Road Trip

We were on our way back from visiting Dad. He was out on a project and we had been out there visiting him for the last two weeks. I’d only had a few days of being a high school graduate before we popped in the old hatchback and hit the road. It had been a good, if a little boring, two weeks, but I had been missing Misty, my girlfriend pretty badly. Well, parts of that relationship anyway. I was driving, and Mom was in the passenger’s seat. The backseat was half filled with stuff and have filled...

Mind Control
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Road Trip

"Road Trip" The semi-truck was new, Ned had picked it up and was driving it back to his business, one of the several companies he owned but didn't actually work at, he liked to drive now and then and was mostly looking in on business. Timmy had gotten out of his old apartment and was waiting in front office as Ned pulled into the complex. Timmy had packed a couple bags but he wouldn't be needing much with this new move and new lifestyle. It took a bit of conversation but Ned had him...

4 years ago
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Bumpy Road Trip

The most common sentence used towards me has always been, 'Phillip you are just not living up to your potential.'At first, in high school, I purposely tried to confirm those words by getting fifties on tests and handing in assignments late...even though I was capable of nineties...I just didn't see the purpose of doing the extra work for generic marks that don't mean anything once you leave high school.So instead I slacked off, focusing instead on football and music. I was a good football...

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Road Trip

I hate road trips. You drive for hours and then, after a few days of fun wherever you end up, you have to make the drive back. I hate road trips. That is, until I took one with Becky. She is married and swears she doesn’t sleep around, but her husband was out of the country on business and this was our chance to get away for a few days. We weren’t going far, just to Atlantic City, but the drive through the Pennsylvania countryside was looking pretty daunting.About two hours into the drive,...

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High School Road Trip

“Come on, Tina. We are going to miss the bus.”“Calm down, Molly. They won’t leave until all of us are back onboard.”It had been a long hot day in D.C. The weather was unusually warm for April. Our annual junior class trip to D.C. was always at this time of the year. It was something we all looked forward to, mostly because we got out of a day of school.My best friend Tina had talked me into checking out a section of the capital that was roped off. As usual, I went along with her. I always tried...

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A unifying road trip

Well, some of you seemed tho like the "How I became a motherfucker" story I posted a few days ago. Here is how it all went on. Hope some of you will have a good read!Yes, mum and I had sex for the first time. As exiting and hot it had been, we both had our problems with it. We avoided each other as good as we could. When running into another, we didn’t dared to look in each others eyes. We both were ashamed of what we had done. Had a bad conscience. Moms don’t fuck their Boys. Boys don’t shove...

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My first gay road trip

So my best friend growing up was Tim. We had so much fun together, playing sports in class, and hanging out together. I never really thought of Tim any other way other than a friend until we finished college and started our lives. Tim a handsome young man, tall and fit (a swimmer) didn’t seem to have a lot of girl friends in high school. Well he tons of girls that were friends, but not a lot of girlfriends. I didn’t really think anything of it till some friends asked if I thought he might be...

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The Extended Road Trip

Note : This story is completely fictional! Part 1 The First Three Days: I own a medium sized development company that won a bid to build a new resort. The only problem was that the contractors who hired me didn’t know where they would build the resort. I was given two months to scout out likely locations and put in the initial bid for the land. Since it was getting to be summer I decided that I would take one of my two children along with me on the scouting trip. My twelve-year-old chose not to...

Incest
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My BBC Fantasies Come True on a Road Trip

We love road trips. This time we were headed to the coast for a beach trip. I really wanted to stop someplace and grab some snacks, but my husband kept passing places looking for a good spot with all kinds of this and that. He wanted one of those establishments that has everything you want…bathrooms, beef jerky, drinks, food, even electronics and grills and things like that. Finally I had to put my foot down and tell him not to be so picky and at the next place we saw, which ended up being some...

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Swms 5 Accidental IncestChapter 5 Road Trip

The rest of the night went off, pretty much without much happening. Mom and Emma didn't say a word about the trip, and it left me wondering what the two of them had planned. I didn't attempt to ask, and they didn't even come to my room to say goodnight. The next morning when I got out to the car, I found out what they had been planning. The back had been curtained off, and made into a traveling bedroom. The trip was going to take about half a day at most, and when Mom and Emma came out of...

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Carl Road Trip

When we resumed our lumber delivery trip, I thought about Carl fucking Baxter. Would his ass take all of Carl’s cock? Would Carl like to fuck a guy's ass? I wondered how I’d get them together.I asked Carl, “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”“No. If I got my cock in her cunt, I was happy with that.”“Did you fuck a lot of girls?”“Why are you asking?”“I am just curious. In my youth, it was hard to find a girl who would let you fuck them. They were all saving their cherry for marriage or...

Masturbation
3 years ago
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Road Trip

ROAD TRIP By Miss Anonna It had been a long three hours and there was no doubt she needed to stop, if at least for a cup of coffee.. Kelly pulls off the interstate onto a small country road and rolls down the windows to let in a nice summer breeze. Her hand moves towards the dashboard and she turns off the A/C and radio. She notices how quiet and pretty it is outside while the air rushes through her long brown hair and ruffles her blouse just enough to taunt her nipples into the upright...

3 years ago
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CARL road trip

When we resumed our lumber delivery trip, I thought about Carl fucking Baxter. Would his ass take all of Carl’s cock? Would Carl like to fuck some ass? I wondered how I’d get them together. I asked Carl, “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”“No. If I got my cock in her cunt, I was happy with that.”“Did you fuck a lot of girls.”“Why are you asking?”“I am just curious. In my youth, it was hard to find a girl who would let you fuck them. They were all saving their cherry for marriage or they...

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Road Trip

Let me introduce myself. My name is Mel and I work as an office manager in a clothing company. I am a single female 55 years of age although some say I look in my late 30’s. Anyway I had a couple of weeks off work, which was good as it late September and obviously not a holiday period. I decided to do a roadtrip taking in the wilderness areas of my beautiful country. I remembered driving out to the mountains several years ago when I was first married (alas I am no longer). The highway I was...

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vegas road trip

about 6 months Before I married my now husband, we took a spontaneous trip to vegas from LA. We woke up early and I slept for the first couple hours....once I woke up, I woke up like a usually do....horny.I was wearing sweatpants and a white wife beater with no bra....comfy but he's told me how much he loves it when I wear a white wife beater with no bra.....and I love the feeling I get when he and others stare at me when I do.I reached over as he was driving and started playing with his penis...

2 years ago
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Road Trip

The lines on the road were speeding by as Carrie accelerated up to 80 and hit cruise control. The air conditioning was teasing and licking her nipples. It was dark and comfy in the big SUV and they still had another 100 miles to go before they were even in the same state as her mother. Krista and Chris were in the back seat fucking, and she was jealous beyond belief.She only caught a glimpse of the her son and daughter when a car driving the other way briefly illuminated their tangled bodies,...

3 years ago
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Road Trip

I just wrote this story and I would love all the comments you would like to leave for me.My family was driving across country to see my mom's side of the family....My dad was driving and my sister was sitting next to him up front. We had a big van with a bed in back. Mom was sleeping facing the front of the van and I was behind her. I suddenly felt her hand rubbing on my cock. Maybe she thought it was dad behind her at first. I don't know for sure. Then she pulled it out of my shorts and...

3 years ago
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Road Trip

It was my mom's birthday and I wanted to surprise visit her in southern cali. I invite 2 of my friends jayson and darren and their girlfriends, of course my girlfriend for a road trip. We took my friend old van that didn't even have seats in the back, which was fine cause we all didn't mind sitting on the floor. Darren and his girl Abby in the front and Jay, myself and our gf's in the back. It wasn't more than 2 hrs on the road; Gina...Jayson's girl, passed out laying on his lap. My girl...

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