Rest Stop

‘Pull over man, I have to make a BM,’ said Skylar. He and his traveling partner had been on the road for some time on one of those rite of passage road trips that college kids sometimes take. The pair pulled over an empty-looking rest stop.

After unleashing a deluge of feces previously unconceivable to his brain and butthole, Skylar noticed a girl lying in the corner, unconscious. Upon further inspection he noticed she had a needle in her arm.

He began to undress the girl, removing her top and bra. He sucked them titties for a few seconds while he stroked his dong through his pants. Becoming braver, he removed her pants. He wondered if he could really go through with filling some passed out drug addict with his pee pee. Meanwhile, his friend was back in the car eating an  entire sleeve of Pringles.

Skylar, now stroking exposed boner, rubbed the unconscious broad’s labiums while he contemplated his next move. ‘What if this bitch has AIDS,’ he thought. He decided against penetration, continuing to rub that snazz until he tossed his load into her discarded shirt. As he grunted with great pleasure, the girl woke up. Long story short, the needle in her arm was full of insulin and she had been in a short diabetic coma. Skylar put his wiener away and rushed back to his vehicle, keeping the diabetic chick’s underwear as a trophy.

Prom Nite 2: Senior Year

‘I can’t believe it’s all over, you know?’ Chet and Stephanie sat in the back of his dad’s classic Camaro at the top of Makeout Mountain.

‘Yeah, I’m gonna miss you next year. Why can’t you just come to University State with me next year? You got accepted, you know,’ said Stephanie.

‘You know how bad my dad wants me to go to Ivy U, babe. It’s, like, a legacy or whatever. Forget about that now. You don’t want to go to college a virgin, do you?’ He cupped one of her boobs with his hand. ‘Do you?’

‘I guess not,’ She replied. ‘I don’t know if I’m ready. We have all summer.’

‘C’mon, babe. It’s Prom Night.’ He placed her hand on his weiner. She had given him plenty of handjobs and even a couple of blowies, but he had never penetrated her. She stroked his impressive prick through his rented tuxedo pants while he undid her dress.

‘Oh yeah, you like my pee pee babe?’

She didn’t answer. She unzipped his pants and his boner flopped out. It was heavy in her small hands. She leaned in and put the piece of meat in her mouth, sucking gently at first.

‘I love when you suck my dick.’ He pressed her head down and she gagged a little. She traced his cock veins with her tongue. She flittered on his circumcised tip. She moaned as he fingered her from behind.

‘You’re really wet,’ he said.

‘MMM HMM,’ she replied, unable to speak with a mouth full of bone.

The pair were soon naked. Chet layed Stephanie down on the cool leather seat. He wasn’t sure if the fart he heard was real or the sound of her naked body rubbing against the leather, but he didn’t care—he was about to get full penetration.

‘Go slow, I don’t want you to hurt me,’ she said nervously.

He wrapped his dong in a ‘Tastyprick XXL’ strawberry flavored condom with surgical precision, slowly inserting it into her untapped well. She accepted its entire length and after a few thrusts it no longer hurt. His rhythm increased as the Camaro bounced up and down. She began to queef with every thrust of his big nob. It sounded as though someone was playing with Nickelodeon Gak but she was in too much ecstasy to notice or care. The smell of latex, strawberries, and flop sweat filled the air. She was about to cum. Chet thought about football in an attempt last longer, but failed, tossing his load just before Stephanie was able to climax. It was over too soon.

The two got dressed. Stephanie tried to assuage his embarrassment at finishing so quickly, but he was silent. He dropped her off without saying a word. They grew apart over the summer, never mentioning the sex again. They were the only ones who knew what took place on Makeout Mountain that night. Oh yeah, a bear probably saw them too.

Exercept: The Powerful and the Willing

Gordon arrived at the door, naked, throbbing bone wrapped in masking tape that read ‘eBay Power Seller.’

Nina smiled. ‘You’re early.’

‘I didn’t get to be a power seller by shipping late,’ said Gordon, bone still throbbing in its cask of tape and marker. Nina smiled and reached for the impressive cock, but Gordon deftly avoided her advance.

‘I’m not just a power seller. I’m also a power bottom.’

Nina smiled and began to rub herself, undies quickly dampening. ‘Follow me,’ she whispered.

The pair retreated to the bedroom, Gordon’s boner virtually exploding through the many layers of tape he had inexplicably applied only hours earlier. Digging though the closet, Nina emerged with the biggest strap-on Gordon had ever seen. The sound of his thick wiener bursting through the last bit of tape startled the two. Gordon eagerly assumed the position while Nina applied the requisite amount of spit to the silicone goliath strapped to her waist.