Molly and I continued our drive down highway 158 refreshed and happy. I cranked up the tunes as I lit a smoke rolling along towards the great east coast. Molly was busy bopping along to the music, occasionally pausing to rub my neck and shoulders or give me a quick peck on the cheek. We soon we motoring over the Currituck sound on the bridge that separated us from the mainland. She was gleeful at the sight and the knowledge that we had finally arrived at the outer banks.
I took a deep breath of the salty air that permeated our surroundings and exhaled so much unneeded stress. As we continued down the main highway from Kitty Hawk through Nags Head she starred wide eyed at the colorful lights of the evening that peppered this main drag. Bars, surf shops, and mini golf with elaborate pirate ships and glowing waterfalls cast a rainbow of colors back and forth across the highway.
It was getting later and since I knew we wouldn't arrive at our final destination in time to buy any alcohol it was time to make a pit stop for a few food items and beer. We grabbed a small cart and happily stretched our legs up and down the various isles of food and drink Food Lion had to offer. I had almost forgotten Molly's attire when more and more eyes kept staring behind me to where she walked with our cart. It certainly is an amusing commentary on our society that a woman's nipples can elicit so much attention.
After a trip or two up and down the freezer section and ending off in front of the cold beer shelves, her tiny nubs were at full salute and I couldn't help giving one or the other a hearty tug through her shirt to hear her squeak.
We headed out with our new found goodies and began what would be the last leg of our trip. Shortly after passing through nags head we split off onto the old two lane highway that takes you the rest of the way down to Hatteras. This part of the trip is typically quiet, dark, and desolate at night with only one or two very small towns to stop at on the way. Essentially this part of the highway 12 sits on various small islands of sand that in some places are no bigger than a mile across. Most of what you see is just sand dunes built up on either side of the road and at this time of night there would be relatively few travelers.
This was the part of the drive where I could truly relax. I stripped quickly out of my clothes, but kept a pair of shorts at the ready if I got stopped by the police. Molly was already nude and situating a doubled over towel on the center console for a tad more comfort and curled up on her side with her head against my firm and hairy lower abdomen at the crease where my long taught thighs met my hips. Her long dark hair was like a silky soft blanket over my cock and thighs and covering most of her face making her practically invisible from a quick glance down. I popped open a beer, lit a cig, and looked out over the steering wheel to the star covered sky with a sense of true contentment.
I gently glided my hand up from the valley of her waist over top of her hip and down again. Her skin was so soft and she purred as my hand ran back and forth in this manner. After a bit I brought my hand up her side till my fingers reached her head and glided through thick locks of hair. I ran my fingers through over and over and let my nails trace over her scalp with each stroke. Tiny moans of pleasure and purring sounds of contentment escaped her with each breath and the sweet innocence of it began to permeate my senses like a pheromone. I was growing and as my cock gorged steadily I could feel the tender skin of her cheek and the flutter of her eyelashes as it slid up along the contours of her small thin face. She kissed it ever so softly where it met her lips mid shaft and as I finished the last of my beer I chuckled lightly to myself. "
Ahh, how I love these little calms before the storm..."
I faintly let these words uttered by so many escape my lips and finished my beer.
I began to pull more and more of her hair back from her face until I had collected the full stock into a tight grip at the base of her skull. With that grip I easily slid her head back firmly against my navel and up until I could tickle her ears with the small dark patch of hair down my sternum. In the process my now fully erect cock slid back down over her cheeks and lips and slapped firmly against my midsection.
Then with a steady firm hand, I pressed her face hard against my shaft and push that doll like face of hers from the tip of my penis to the balls. Slightly audible
Mmmmmmm
sounds floated up to me before being battered by the incoming wind as down and back again I worked her face like some silk rag used to polish a prized piece of artillery. No inch of her face escaped a forceful encounter from my cock sized to the entire length of her head from scalp to chin. I forced her more and more vigorously spreading the scent of my manhood over ears, eyes, nose...nothing left unmarked. The occasional flicks from her tongue and the random bit of precum that escaped me soon took their toll and that face of hers became a hot sticky mess. "
Turn slut, hands to the back
" I bellowed over the wind, and she flipped slightly onto her stomach adjusting so she laid straight across from her seat to mine with just her lower leg turned straight up against her door and her feet dangling out the window.
Her arms now back with her hands laying on the small of her back my toy was in perfect position for the breathless oral usage that awaited her. I pressed her waiting open mouth upon the pulsing monstrous pound of flesh that had just tyrannized her every facial feature.
"Let's try not to make a mess slut, it would be a shame if I had to spank you while driving,"
I said for a laugh. We both knew it could end no other way.
As I began to bring her up and down my shaft, feeling the pleasantly inviting warm wet accommodations that was her mouth, my mind trailed off and went into a form of autopilot as one often does when they drive. Only it was the driving that held my attention while my hold on her head going pump after pump in a strong rhythm became merely an extension of myself. In this instance she lost all sense of self, simply property, put to good compulsory usage and serving a pure and honest purpose. Sometimes minutes passed before her increasingly loud gurgling sounds would draw my attention enough to pull her head off of me resulting in a series of quick salivating gasps. Her tiny mouth felt good but due to its size left the unconscious mind to naturally press harder and harder and instinctually attempt to bury deeper into this warm envelope of comfort. For miles this went on, she never tried to speak and was rarely given more than a few seconds opportunity to do so. I don't know when but I recall it striking me at some point that a blowjob was hardly the easiest way to get me off, especially while driving, and if I wanted to feed my lovely from deep down in my loins I was going to have to truly let go all restraint I had used thus far on her mouth. So with this in mind I spread my legs and set her mouth down at my balls for a bit of a break before I went for the final sprint.
After a moment to collect her breath I felt her tongue giving a few firm flat brushes against my balls. She began raising one ball at a time with her tongue closer to her lips and with moderate suction would pop one or the other into her mouth. My slut massaged each with her tongue until pulling her lips back creating that last bit of suction before they would escape her hold. During her little rest my mind would periodically sense the steadily increasing sensation of swelling down below.
I let myself get to the brink of arousal and quickly said,"
I know how badly you want my cum slut..."
