Erotic Fantasies (A compilation of erotic stories)

A wet and wide ride 2

She figured she needed to get off his lap. She held onto the seat in front of her and raised her body to start to move off him. She held herself up poised and looked down to Priscilla and asked her to make space for her. In that instant,Bruno had unzipped his pants and gave his c**k a well needed massage. He let out the pillar of hot flesh as it had got snagged in his jocks and needed reorientation. But Priscilla was taking too long to make the space Abigail needed and her arm was beginning to ache. Abigail let herself down and she was shocked to feel the p***s under her. Under her skirt. Bruno had his hands pulling her panties aside. It dug into her soft p***y flesh. Abigail raised herself a bit and shifted and Bruno made the most of the moment to try pull her panties down. They were now just above her knees allowing him access but not allowing her to spread enough. But this was not what Abigail had in mind. This time she propped herself up determined to move onto Priscillas lap if necessary. But the car had a mind of its own. The pothole into which it went with a bang had Abigail lose her grip and Bruno had his hands in the right places. He caught the momentum of Abigail’s falling hips and impaled her on his c**k.

She squealed and fortunately that squeal was drowned in the chorus of protests and groans from all other passengers. Now she had another man's c**k in her. She stayed put. Enjoying the jostling and the jiggling from the ride. She ground around once on the c**k in her and then raised herself off to try and move away. Just when his cockhead was nearing the outer lips, his hands on her hips prevented her from rising. She held on to the seat and kept her body up, poised to avoid the f*****g. But every light bump was a prod downward onto the waiting cockhead. She gasped and bit her lips to control the noises which seemed to her to be a full giveaway. And then when her hand ached, she just had to sink back. Oh! That feeling was so good. She sat back and luxuriated in the warmth of the pillar embedded in her. Her hand dropped to his hip as she held him. Then her fingers felt the body under her. Of a friend, and yet of a stranger. She tried to raise herself again. But this time her own spiraling lust forced her to fall back with a sigh. Bruno’s hands were now on both her breasts clutching hard as she rode him. Priscilla ooked the other way; it seemed as if she knew and wanted to ignore what was happening. Abigail timed her f*****g now with the lurches and bumps of the car. She joined in the chorus of "ooohs" and "aahs" as the car jerked about. She f****d Bruno hard and furiously. She felt his c**k swell as the hope of a mutual orgasm became the new goal.

She held on to the seat ahead and propped herself up. Bruno f****d upward. The car took a long climb to the hotel on the top of a hill. They would be there very soon. Abigail started to bounce with a sense of urgency. She adjusted her angle so that the sensations from the upper front of her cunt could be maximized. Just then the car reached the portico of the hotel. "We are here!" chorused the rest of the team as they spilled out of the car. "You guys go, Bruno and I will join you," called out Abigail , her unbridled lust allowing her to be bold in her suggestion. She patted the driver on the shoulder and asked him to take the car to the car park. She now reached forward and gripped the passenger handle on the top of the passenger seat in the front of the car. The c**k was just out of her cunt and she could not take the vacuum even for a moment. She searched desperately for a second anchor that would allow her to f**k this c**k mindlessly till both of them achieved release from the build up of desire. She could only grab the driver's shoulder. He turned to look if he was being called and noticed the hands under her blouse kneading her breasts frantically.

"Listen," she managed a gasp. "Just drive".

And she bounced up and down. Moans escaped her lips as she cared not, now also that the driver knew exactly what was happening.

"Aaaaaaaaah, Bruno my darling!" she cried out. Her hands provided her with the leverage she needed to f**k the c**k and twist and turn. She felt the head nosing probing and filling her.

"Take this and this and this and this!" she mumbled.

The driver was stunned as he drove quickly to the darkest corner of the parking lot. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder as she felt the c**k rake her p***y lips.

Bruno was going crazy with the way the cunt was pushing back his skin. With each thrust downward his cockhead was unsheathed a bit more and got a little more swollen. He pinched and twisted Abigail’s n*****s wanting to give her at least some of the pleasure he was getting.

But she was wild and driven that night. She f****d in a way that pleasured every layer of the labial lips.

And she smothered her Bruno’s c**k with her juices

and her love sheath.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as

his c**k surged with c*m and signaled the end

for him.

His hands slid down to her hips and she held her from there and pulled her down onto his c**k. His hands guided the intensity of her thrusting and he felt his seed boil over.

"Take this my darling, my love," he hissed as he shot upwards into her.

"Oh! That is such a lot!" she moaned as she took it all in. Her p***y clenched and snapped at his c**k.

She felt a surge of juices flow down from her cunt, soaking his pubic hair and his c**k.

In the throes of his orgasm his hands flew around and clutched at her breasts and her thighs. His finger nails dug into her soft body as he pounded every ounce of his c*m into her.

Her own nails dug into the shoulder of the driver who watched transfixed as the couple f****d each

other wildly.

Abigail turned around and her wet open lips planted a full kiss on Bruno. She sucked in this tongue and kissed him with an animal vigor as the quakes subsided slowly. She let her body down. The p***y was snug against the base of his c**k. She ground herself and squeezed out every ounce of pleasure that either of them was going to get in those moments.

Then she did something she could not relate to the Abigail she knew. She wiggled her hips and he shuddered and wailed a low animal moan as the last vestiges of fluid remains were squeezed from him and pooled between his legs with her own juices.

She lifted herself off only when the p***s was now just a jut of over-sensitive flesh, quite useless to her.

In one jiffy she was out of the car. She pulled back the panties up in a race to catch the juices running down her legs. She ran at a trot into the brightness of the hotel, wondering how she was going to face either Bruno or the taxi driver on the way back.