No one under 18 in sexual situations
Some locations are real, took place 47 years ago. Some real stuff from memory, some just pure fantasy, how it should have turned out, maybe? All names are fictional to protect the guilty. Strangely, the dreams and rides were real, as was the Charger. Miss that car. Next part is almost done. It takes me longer as I have no editor, so you may find some mistakes. Oh well, we do what we can.
Joy Ride
Way, way, back, the year of our Bicentennial, 1976, I was woke up from a sound sleep with a sudden desire to go take a ride in my pride and joy, my black '68 Dodge Charger. I had no idea why I felt like driving, but I just did. I loved that car. I had Cragar wheels and new Goodyear rubber all around. It was a stunning auto. I always thought that it looked like it was going 90 miles an hour just sitting still.
So for whatever reason, I thought it was a great time to go out to lake Nockamixon. At 2 am? Well it seemed like a great idea at the time. I still had a six pack of beer, and Lord help me if my parents caught me drinking at home. So I fired up my shiny black Mopar machine and away I went. I decided to go out route 212 through Springtown and then down the river road by the Delaware River, and then bring it back to the lake on 611 and 563, our unofficial race road. The lake was still frozen from the cold, cold
weather we've been having. Hell, it was snowing here and there.
Men make plans and God laughs. I never got that far.
On my way into Springtown there was another Chrysler. It was an old green station wagon and there was a woman trying to flag me down. Of course I stopped to help. Her car was pretty messed up. Some kind of accident.
Some assholes had moved a big concrete and wood park bench into the roadway and apparently the poor woman had run into the thing. Her car was very banged up. I saw the front tire on the driver's side was flat, and the wheel was mangled up. I guess it hit the concrete part of the park bench.
"Could you use some help ma'am? What the heck happened?" I had not yet seen the bench, now under her vehicle. Once I saw it, everything became clear.
"Oh thank you, thank you so much for stopping! I ran into a park bench, the ones with the concrete ends. It was in the middle of the road and I couldn't steer out of the way fast enough. My husband is going to kill me."
"Don't worry yourself about anything. I'll get you fixed right up in a jiffy. If you want to, why don't you go sit down in my car and relax. The heat is on to warm you right up." As I spoke I could see her shivering as it was March, and at 30 degrees, it was a bit cold. She didn't have a coat on. Her nipples were big and hard, and they were poking through bra and shirt! She had very big tits as well. She got in the Charger. I got my spare jacket out of the back and handed it to her. Her teeth chattering she said thank you. She used it like a blanket. She was happy getting warm in the Charger.
Her left front tire was toast and the rim was bent. She was trying to put on her spare tire, but I noticed that it too was flat. I got out my tools and my spare tire which should fit ok. It was on a fancy Cragar wheel. Oh well, it would get her home.
I got the X wrench to break the lug nuts loose, and I was having a hell of a time. I'm pretty strong, and I gave it my all... And I bent the damn wrench! What the hell? I got down with the flashlight and examined the nuts. There on the studs was the letter "L". Oh fuck, am I stupid or what? Left side of the car, left hand threads! I'm turning it the wrong way! How idiotic of me. Well, it took some bitching and swearing, but I got the wheel changed out. I had inadvertently tightened all the lugs, but once I figured it out, everything started to come together.
The bumper and fender I pulled out enough to let the tire and wheel turn. The suspension was ok, near as I could tell on the side of the road. Under the hood, things were not great. The lower radiator hose had an inch long tear in it. The battery was a gonner. The left headlight was smashed as well as the bumper and the fender. I managed to get what was left of the battery out of the car. I put it over on the side of the road, as it still had most of the battery acid in it. The top was just hanging on by a thread. The one post was broke off, and the other was attached to the top of the battery, now separated from the main body. It took me a while, but I got my spare battery in there, hooked it up to get her home. I had some black friction tape, and I used that to wrap up the radiator hose and give her a fighting chance to drive home. I left the radiator cap loose, a very big dont-do-this, but the friction tape would not take any pressure at all. She was only going a few miles. Filled to the top, she could make it fine.
I cleared out the debris from under her car, checked the fluids, filled up the coolant and started it up. It didn't sound great, but it was running. The exhaust had taken a beating, and would require more repairs than I could do in the middle of the night on the side of the road. I used a wire coat hanger to hold up the exhaust. That seemed to help a bit. All the lights worked except for the one headlight. I used a couple of bungee cords to hold the fender and bumper in place, just good enough to get her home. I hoped my jury rigged quick repairs would make it to her home.
I pulled what remained of the park bench out of the road and walked back to my Charger. The poor woman was dead asleep in the passenger side. I just took notice, she was tall and had really nice big tits, at least DD easy, maybe bigger than that. She had long brown hair. She didn't look very sexy in her dirty hospital scrubs. Her name tag said County General Hospital, Donna J. O'Connor. I knew some of the nurses there, but I had never met her. She had a big wedding ring.
"Mrs. O'Connor... Wake up. Mrs. O'Connor." I touched her shoulder and she grabbed me with surprising strength and pulled me into a full on the mouth kiss. With her tongue in my mouth. Of course I kissed her back!
"You saved me. You come to rescue me in a Charger. You are either a knight in shining armor, or an angel." She was slightly slurring her words. I guess she found my beer. "I'm Donna O'Connor. So very pleased to meet you." She had a way of looking straight into your soul. It was really uncanny, and a little bit unnerving.
"I really do hate to disappoint you, Mrs. O'Connor, but my name is Dan, Dan McDonald, and I am just a regular guy out on a joyride... that happened to see a very beautiful woman in dire distress. What kind of man would I be, to not stop to help you?
"I mean really, a nurse that takes care of sick and injured people all day long. I just had to stop. Anyway, your car is working good enough to get you home, so you better get home to your husband. He's probably frantic with worry." I told her. This was way before cell phones even existed.
"But I wanna do something for you." Donna's hand was on my pants, my rapidly hardening cock being fondled by her nimble little fingers. Next thing I knew she had my pants undone and her mouth was wet, and hot, and locked around my rock hard cock. Donna's head was bobbing up and down like a jackhammer. The woman was a gifted cocksucker. She was cradling my testicles in her hand. Her head was bobbing like a blur. The woman had a great talent with her mouth and throat.
I did not last long. "Mrs. O' Connor I'm going to cum!"
"In my mouth! I really want to fuck you. But I love cum! Give me your cum. Shoot it in my mouth, please!" That was it, I erupted like Vesuvius. I must have surprised her with my volume of semen, it shot out of my dick so hard and fast that Donna choked herself and some came out of her nose, and around my cock. I think I came at least gallon of jizz, maybe more. She swallowed every bit of my cum. She smiled as she licked the last traces of my cum from her sexy, plump, cocksucker lips.
"Thank you for the really wonderful blow job. You know that you didn't have to do that, right?" I said.
Donna licked her lips. "I wanted to. Damn, Daniel you have a very nice cock. Look at that, you're getting HARD AGAIN! OH I need your big, fat dick inside of me this very instant." Donna was practically jumping out of her clothes. I could smell her sexual excitement. In what just seemed like seconds, I was in the passenger seat with her on my lap, her hard nipple in my mouth and my hard cock getting shoved into a very tight wet place, Donna's very wonderful vagina. It was tight, hot and slippery, and she was rhythmically squeezing my dick as she went up and down on my meat pole like crazy. She was a champion dick rider for sure! Yeee Ha! Oh she felt so wonderful on my cock, and she kept mumbling something about big hard young dick inside of her. Her head was flung back as she crested. Her tight cunt got even tighter as she spasmed and locked her delicious snatch on my dick with amazing force in her hard come. What a magical pussy she has! My thrusting just seemed to make her spasm harder and squeeze my meatpole like heavy-duty vise! It was truly a wonderful experience.
"Oh fuck I'm coming on your big fat dick! Ohhhh!" Donna convulsed hard again as she hard climaxed. I shot a huge load into her married pussy as she clamped down on my dick severely in her orgasm, seven or eight jets of my jism deep in her cunt. Just then I saw a black and white Pennsylvania state trooper car pull in behind her car. He had the brilliant flashing red-blue-white, red-blue-white lights going. Damn the timing!
I had literally just filled her cunt up to the brim with my sperm, and THAT SECOND a fuckin trooper shows up. FUCK.
Oh shit! We had just a few seconds to get dressed! She and I scrambled to get dressed. We were both dressed very quickly. I got out of the car and walked back towards the cop. At least my pants were on! I hope my fly was up. Shit.
"Hey you, keep your hands where I can see them! Put your hands on top of the car. Do not move!" He yelled at me. He wasn't the trusting type. Of course, it's like 3 in the morning on a lonely road and he doesn't know me from adam, so I can understand his concern.
The cop frisked me and handcuffed me. He got my wallet and checked my ID.
"Who are you, and what the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he asked me, reading my license to check my story.
"My name is Dan McDonald, and I was just out for a joy ride. This is my nice Dodge Charger. I came up on this car here..." I motioned to the station wagon. "It was all smashed up! That poor woman was freightened and freezing to death." I motioned at Donna, who was back in her nuses outfit. Her nipples were still visibly hard, but it was so damn cold, so it had an easy explanation.
"Whose car is this?" He asked me about the station wagon.
"It's mine officer. I'm Donna O'Connor. I hit that park bench in the middle of the road. This young angel was kind enough to stop and help me." She nodded at me.
"Are you ok? Do you need medical attention?" the cop asked Donna.
"I'm ok. My car is very badly messed up. Dan jury rigged it to get me home. I only live about three miles from here, up by the reservoir. I'm up on Pine Tree Road." She explained.
"Well, you should fill out an accident report. You can use it when you talk to your insurance company." The officer uncuffed me. "Show me the repairs you made." I pointed out the various fixes. He laughed about the left hand threads. I showed him the bent wrench. He laughed again at my little miscue.
