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Note: If you haven't read it already, Sex in the City is the prequel to this story.
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After a bunch of highly satisfying weekend visits, April, Kate and I managed to hammer out the details for a weekend escape to the Jersey shore toward the end of the summer. We decided on a hotel in Wildwood Crest, right on the beach and not too far from the hustle and bustle of Wildwood itself. We all took Friday off and the plan was for me to drive into the city and pick them up around noon, then hit the highway and hope to make it down there in about three hours, given the weekend traffic. We didn't have a lot to take along for a short weekend trip, and the major stuff like a cooler, chairs and an umbrella I'd brought myself from home, so when I got to Kate's apartment building, the two of them were standing on the sidewalk already, waiting for me. We loaded their gear into the trunk and jumped into the car, April riding shotgun and Kate in the back.
As I pulled away from the curb, April explained that she had won their competition to ride shotgun for the first hour and she'd be switching with Kate for the second hour but during her hour, she had one specific goal that she wanted to achieve. Keeping in mind the relationship that had developed between the three of us, I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy helping her reach her goal. When I asked her what it was, she stated that she wanted to be swallowing a load of my cum by the time we exited the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey. Even with traffic, I wasn't expecting that to be a very long trip, so I encouraged her to get started and got my shorts down far enough at the next red light. Unfazed by the pedestrians and other drivers, April lowered her head and took my already throbbing tool into her mouth.
As my cock was engulfed in her hot mouth, I wasn't sure I'd even make it to the west side before I was blowing a load. She was gently pumping the base as she slid her lips up and down while I ran my fingers through her thick, black hair and muttered encouragements. Glancing in the mirror, I could see that Kate was paying close attention, but couldn't tell if she was doing anything with her hands that I might be interested in seeing. Each time we stopped for a red light, I would take the opportunity to push my cock up into April's mouth a little deeper while checking to see if anybody was paying attention to us. The combination of April's oral talent and my arousal had me feeling an orgasm building pretty quickly despite the distraction of driving through Manhattan.
By the time we reached the Lincoln Tunnel, I had a feeling that April would easily achieve her goal when I got a look at the traffic. We didn't come to a full stop but rolled slowly through the stop-and-go all the way into the tunnel itself. April had no idea how close I was but when she realized by the lighting that we'd entered the tunnel, she redoubled her efforts. Her hot mouth was sliding up and down my shaft while she continued to gently pump the base and I was able to relax a little bit more and enjoy the final build up. My cock was swelling even more in anticipation of cumming but April never let up in her quest and, before we were even halfway through the tunnel, I was blasting into her mouth with a grunt of relief. She nursed me until I was completely spent, then let my cock fall from her mouth and sat up.
I managed to work my shorts back into place by the time we exited the tunnel and traffic started to break up a little bit as we headed for the southbound Turnpike. Once we got into the flow, I looked over at April in her short cotton sundress and asked her to take off her panties so that I could take care of her before her hour was up. She shot me a smile and raised the hem of the dress to reveal that she was not wearing any panties; I felt the blood immediately trying to return to my spent cock. I ran my hand up her smooth inner thigh to her bush where I sought her clit for a few light strokes before burying my finger in her dripping pussy. I pumped it in and out a few times before returning my fingertip to her clit to lightly caress it as we cruised along. Looking in the rearview mirror, I could see that Kate had repositioned herself so that she could observe this, as well.
We passed the airport and Ikea as I steered with one hand and brought April closer and closer to an orgasm with the other. She was moaning and writhing in her seat, her eyes closed and her hands on her tits; the further we got from the city, the closer she was to cumming. By the time we were nearing the ramp to get on the Parkway, she was on the verge and seemed to be riding her impending orgasm out for as long as possible. As we got over to take the exit, April let out a passionate cry and began to shake as she came. My finger continued stroking her clit until she let out a long sigh, then I slipped it into my mouth to taste her pungent nectar. She stayed slouched down in her seat, her pussy exposed, as she caught her breath, then she sat up and leaned over to kiss my cheek. She adjusted her skirt and sat up beside me as I stated that I thought we were in for one hell of a weekend.
I hadn't kept track of when April's hour started, but Kate obviously had because about twenty minutes later she let April know that it was time to switch. April climbed into the backseat while I tried to keep my eyes on the road with the curve of her ass covered only by a thin sundress right beside me. Once she was in the back, Kate moved up, wearing a tropical print dress with thin straps that hugged her very nicely and, as she squeezed between the seats, nearly spilled out her luscious tits. Again, I was having trouble keeping my focus on the road even though I'd seen her tits, held her tits and fucked her tits on several occasions before. Once she was seated comfortably, she asked if I was ready for another blowjob but I wasn't quite fully recovered yet, so I offered to take care of her first the way I'd taken care of April. She was fine with that and slid the hem of her skirt up to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties, either.
Glancing over for as long as I felt was safe, I could see that she'd trimmed her blond bush in a bit on the sides, I assumed to narrow it up for her swimsuit. Returning my focus to the road, I ran my hand up her smooth inner thigh to her bush, then slipped a finger over her clit and into her juicy pussy. As I was fingering her, the blood was definitely heading south again so I was sure I'd be ready for her to suck me off by the time I'd made her cum. I took a quick look in the rearview mirror to see that April was as attentive as Kate had been and wondered if she'd be ready to go again for the third hour. I slipped my finger back up to Kate's clit and gently stroked it as she moaned and writhed on her seat. She'd been watching April and me, on top of doing who knows how much thinking about the weekend, so she was incredibly worked up and I wasn't expecting it to take as long for her to cum as it had for April. I, on the other hand, was expecting to last longer, having already blown a load, and so expected to really enjoy Kate's blowjob without the distractions of stop-and-go traffic.
Kate had her eyes closed and was gyrating her hips as I stroked her clit, letting out a soft moan every now and again. My focus was on the road, keeping us between the lines, but my finger was consistent and steady as it drew her closer and closer to an orgasm. The miles passed by and Kate got gradually louder as she squirmed more and more in her seat, coming ever closer to her orgasm while enjoying the slow build up. When I felt her tense up, I chanced a glance over and saw her face screwed up just before she went limp on the seat and her face registered pleasure and relief. She shuddered and moaned through her orgasm then let out a long sigh and sat there catching her breath. As she recovered, I sucked her juices off of my finger.
After a few minutes, she asked me if I was ready and, although I was, I told her that I would be after she showed me her tits. She slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, then pulled the top down to reveal her freckled globes as I felt another surge of blood into my throbbing cock. With the cruise control set, I was able to lift my ass off the seat as Kate worked my shorts down and freed my tool. Without bothering to put her tits away, she lowered her head into my lap and wrapped her lips around my rigid member, sliding them down as far as she could. She had her right hand around the base and started to gently pump it as her mouth moved up and down, prompting me to let out a moan. We had reached the section of the Parkway that was much more open with fewer exits so the traffic was moving pretty well and I was able to relax and enjoy Kate's blowjob.