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Road Rules
The feeling came over James as it usually did on
long trips. He needed a release and knew Lauren
was hundreds of miles down the road.
He regretted not having her come to the southern
literature conference with him. At times like
this - on the road with an itch in his pants -
Lauren was more than happy to help him out by
wrapping those full lips of hers around his cock
and sucking him dry.
He was lucky to have found her. She was wet and
ready most of the time, and always eager to
please him - so long as she was pleased in
return later.
But she was finishing up her degree this year,
and she really couldn't blow off Professor
Howard's class to travel to New Orleans. He'd
been a real jerk so far this semester and she
was concerned he'd fail her if she didn't make
every class.
Still, it was really too bad Lauren could not
have come on the trip. The conference had been
scheduled, conveniently, in late February, when
the Mardi Gras season was just starting to
swing.
Fat Tuesday was next week, but the revelers had
already started to show. And show they did.
James had seen more tits and ass in the past two
days than he had at all the swinger parties he
and Lauren had been to in the past year. Big
tits, little tits, puffy nipples and the big
saucer shaped ones. They'd all been on display
for a few plastic beads.
Some were giving kisses or nipple licks for
beads. Others, usually the really drunk ones,
were even sucking cock in alleys for the large,
ornate beads.
James had picked up a few of the more expensive
beads after getting to town, and had caught a
few during one of the early parades. But he had
earned most of them by showing his cock for a
few ladies on the street.
They'd rewarded him handsomely with beads and
more than a few offers to go back to his room.
But he had Lauren, and while they had an open
relationship, they had agreed to fuck new people
only with the other's permission.
Now James was paying the price for that rule.
The thoughts of all of those women eager to
please and show their wares was getting to him
on the drive home. He was getting hard just
thinking about it.
Trying to think of something else just didn't
work. If he tried to think about work, he
remembered all of the barely legal girls he'd
bedded as a senior English teacher – imagining
them on Bourbon Street, flashing for beads.
Trying to think about home, he just saw Lauren's
heavenly double-D breasts staring back at him.
She would have done great on Bourbon Street. The
guys down there would have gone nuts, and he
might have even allowed her to earn some of the
big beads if she had wanted to.
Hell, he couldn't even think about baseball,
because he just imagined a woman he'd seen
online with a bat shoved deep inside her,
moaning from the agony and the ecstasy of it
all.
There was no getting around it. He had to cum.
And so, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock
through the hole. Half-hard and growing by the
second, he began to stroke it as he drove.
The sky had taken on the reddish hue of dusk and
there were few cars on the narrow four-lane road
– mainly big trucks – so he felt reasonably
low-key, even though anyone who passed could
surely tell what he was doing.
There were a number of benefits to having an
11-inch cock, but subtlety was not one of them.
When he was jerking off, it was hard to hide.
Sitting in the driver's seat, his now
fully-erect cock stood to the center of the
steering wheel.
Pre-cum had begun to drip from the head, and it
added lubrication to the equation, increasing
the pleasure of his movements near the head.
Pussy is great, but for fast release, James knew
you couldn't beat beating yourself.
He could feel the orgasm coming and he began to
beat harder and faster, concentrating on the
underside of his head. He'd learned long ago
that the space just below the mushroom cap was
the most sensitive spot on his cock – a fact
that Lauren always took advantage of.
Struggling to stay between the lines, James slid
his hand feverishly up and down his cock. He
imagined that Lauren was doing it, then for a
change of pace thought of one of his former
students, Alexa riding his cock – while the
woman with the baseball bat sat in a corner and
watched while Lauren licked her tits.
Mental imagery overload took hold and the
white-hot pleasure of his orgasm caused him to
close his eyes for what seemed like only a
second. But when he opened them again, he was
straddling the shoulder line. He swung back onto
the road, narrowly missing a nearby billboard on
the roadside.
James's cum had exploded into the air, landing
with a plop on his shirt and pants. He hadn't
really taken that into account, considering that
whenever he had cum while driving before, he'd
always had a woman sucking his cock and catching
his cum.
James decided to pull over and change once his
cock had softened. He didn't fancy riding the
rest of the way home covered in cum, and there
was still a long way to go.
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