Scott Floods Rhonda And The Cutlass

It was a crisp Friday night, Scott and I rolled up to our old High School's football game, in his 1983 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme.

The game was already in full swing by the time we found a spot in the bleachers. We weren't die-hard fans; mostly, we were just two guys there to hang out, grab some nachos, and soak in the atmosphere. Scott, as usual, was scanning the crowd for familiar faces.

"Hey," he said, nudging me. "Look who it is."

I followed his gaze and saw Rhonda, his ex-girlfriend, laughing with her group of friends a few rows down. She caught Scott's eye, and her face lit up with a smile. Before I knew it, she was making her way up to us, leaving her friends behind.

"Scott," she said, stopping in front of us, her voice warm and teasing. "I thought you'd disappeared off the face of the earth."

Scott chuckled, shifting a little uncomfortably. "Nah, just been...busy." He didn't mention the fact that he was seeing someone else now, and I wisely kept my mouth shut.

The two of them started catching up, their banter easy but charged with an undertone of familiarity, while I stood there awkwardly, pretending to be engrossed in the game.

Eventually, Rhonda floated the idea of heading to IHOP after the game. Scott glanced at me, raising his eyebrows. "You in?"

"Sure," I said. "We should go now, so we can beat the crowd."

The game was forgotten as we all piled into Scott's Cutlass. Rhonda slid into the backseat while I took the passenger seat. Scott drove, chatting with Rhonda over his shoulder as she admired the car.

"This is awesome," she said, running her hand over the plush upholstery. "These seats are so soft. Perfect for... Scott, I'm sure you've fucked back here haven't you?"

I stifled a laugh, glancing sideways at Scott. He was trying to play it cool, but I could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Actually, No" he said, his voice low and casual. "Though, I bet they would be great for fucking."

Rhonda leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of Scott's seat, whispering in his ear. Scott glanced at me, his grin widening.

Before I could process what was happening, Scott was pulling over. "You drive for a bit," he said, climbing into the backseat with Rhonda.

"Seriously?" I asked, incredulous.

"Just do it," he said with a laugh, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed, shaking my head as I slid into the driver's seat. The sound of muffled laughter and whispers filtered up as I pulled out back on the road.

For the next few minutes, I aimlessly drove around, trying to ignore the occasional giggles and shifting sounds coming from the backseat. At one point, I caught Scott's eye in the rearview mirror. He said, "Hey, drive to Somerset Cemetery, and pull around back where the maintenance buildings are. You're gonna watch me fuck the shit out of her. I laughed, saying "hell yeah", as Rhonda was giggling.

As I was nearing the Cemetery, I could hear Rhonda was already sucking Scott's cock. I carefully maneuvered the car behind some old maintenance equipment, out of sight from anyone who might happen to wander by. The ground was steep. As I was backing up, the wheels began to spin. I felt the car struggle for traction, so I instinctively stomped the brake. This caused the engine to sputter and stall, leaving us in silence except for the soft sound of Rhonda's moans.

"Guess this is as good a spot as any," Scott said with a chuckle. I put the car in park and turned the key off.

I slid back over to the passenger side, sitting sideways with my feet still in the driver's floor, so I could look back at Scott and Rhonda. It was almost too dark to see what was happening. "You can turn the dome light on, if you want." Scott suggested.

I turned the interior light on, as Scott hit the latch to swing up the driver's seat. At sometime, Rhonda had removed her hoodie sweatshirt. My eyes were fixated on her pretty red laced bra, that were struggling to hold in her massive tits.

She leaned forward, laying onto the back of the tilted up driver seat, as Scott was pulling down her blue jeans. Scott's cock was long and thick, laying back on his stomach.

Rhonda looked at me, winked and smiled, as Scott gently pulled her back, sliding his cock into her pussy. She slowly rolled her eyes back and closed them as he run it up in her deep. Rhonda gasped and started to move, her body bouncing slightly back and forth, as Scott pumped her pussy.

Rhonda's eyes opened, looked at me and grinned. She then looked down at the bulge in my pants that has become very noticeable. "Pull it out, and stroke it while he's fucking me", she said. "Show me your cock."

As I was unbuttoning my pants, Rhonda was helping me slide them down. I pulled my underwear down just enough to allow my painfully swollen dick to spring to attention. I stroked it a few times, releasing a wave of pre-cum that ran down the head. Rhonda bit her bottom lip, intensely staring at it, while Scott punished her pussy.

I have never witnessed anyone having sex in front of me before. My excitement was overwhelming. Rhonda reached over and touched my cock as I was stroking to the same rhythm as they were fucking. She never took her eyes off of it.

Scott continued fucking her in the same position for several more minutes, before asking her where he could cum. Rhonda told him to "Fill it baby." "You're about to get it, girl." Scott said. Rhonda still looking intensely at me, "Both of you cum for me", as she took over stroking my cock vigorously."

I was already at my limit. I reached down and covered the head of my cock, as I shot two large spurts of cum. Rhonda slowed and squeezed it, milking everything she could out of it. Once I was done, she wiped her cummy hand on my pants leg, then focused solely on Scott still pounding the fuck out of her pussy. The whole car was rocking front to back on the incline we had parked on.

I didn't have anything to clean the mess of cum that I had on my hand and in puddles around the base of my cock, so I said "fuck it," and just pulled my underwear up over it, wiping my hand clean on them.

Once I was situated again, my focus again was on Rhonda. She had flipped over with her back laying on the seat. It provided and excellent view of Scott's girthy cock powerfully working her tiny hairless pussy.

After a few more seconds, Scott slowed and quietly exhaled a few times. His cock visibly pulsing every second or so. Rhonda felt it whispering, "Oh yeah, fill it. Give it all to me deep, baby." Scott pulled her back onto him, kissing her as he continued to slowly pump her pussy. After a mintue or so, he helped her pull her panties up, only withdrawing his cock from her at the last second to prevent any cum from leaking out onto his seats.

Finally, after catching his breath, Scott tapped on my shoulder. "Alright, man. Let's head to IHOP." Rhonda laughed.

Scott climbed out from the backseat, standing up outside of the car pulling his pants back up. His cock was still long and thick, even while he was limp.

Once everything was back in order, he returned to the driver's seat. Looking at himself in the mirror, he turned the key and the Cutlass' engine spun over and over without even a hint of starting.

Scott pumped the gas pedal to the floor four or five times and turned the key again. The Cutlass once more never made an attempt to fire.

"Huh, that's weird," Scott muttered, trying again. Holding the starter longer, he pumped the gas pedal vigorously several times and paused, repeating that cadence over and over. After about 20 seconds, the Cutlass started to respond, coughing before he let the starter rest.

Scott, becoming frustrated, heavily stomped the gas pedal four or five more times. "I think it's flooded, dude," I told Scott as I started to lightly smell raw gasoline in the air.

Scott again turned the key, the starter cranked away, with the Cutlass almost catching, but it just wouldn't fire. Almost teasing him. "Mother Fucker!", Scott yelled, as he started to pump the gas pedal again. This caused the Cutlass to again stop trying to fire.

"Dude, stop," I told him. "Hold the pedal on the floor and crank it." Scott stomped the pedal to the floor, and stood on it. Trying to start it again, it took several seconds before the Cutlass began to tease Scott again. Each cough and sputter would shake the car, each hit spinning the starter faster and faster. Scott released the key, and the engine was still making a sluggish chug, as that gas pedal was still buried into the floor mat. After about 10 seconds, the engine wheezed and died.

"Fuck... Almost," Scott said, releasing the pedal. "I'm afraid the battery is going to die. Let's give it a break."

Jokingly, I said to Scott, "Dammit man, in the last couple of minutes, you've managed to pump and flood both Rhonda and this fucking car." Rhonda laughed, "damn right he did." Scott laughing as well, "You ain't right, man. That's funny as shit."

Scott once again, plants the pedal firmly on the floor, and turn the key. The Cutlass again teased and bucked for several hard seconds on the starter before finally starting to run on its own. This time it began to roar to life, as Scott punished that poor V8 with a few hard revs.

"Now, let's head to IHOP," Scott muttered, as he put the car in drive, and pulled off. The Oldsmobile just hummed along smoothly, as if the previous little flooding episode had never even happened.

Overall, I couldn't help but feel that all of us would never forget our little spontaneous adventure.

After, eating at IHOP, we took Rhonda back to her car at the High School. Before she climbed out of the car she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "Don't be a stranger, Chris" as she exited the car.

She gave Scott a long hug around on the side of her car making sure no one was around to notice. They kissed before she got into her car.

As Scott and I, drove away, we discussed that we will never speak a word of the night's events. He explained that Rhoda had just told him that she was engaged, and that tonight was just a spontaneous opportunity, and nothing more. Indeed, just awesome memory.