The Lonely Road

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The Lonely Road

John and I were in the car, heading to Murphys for a fun long weekend away together. Murphys is a small gold rush city in California in the Sierra Nevadas known for its artists, wineries, shops and restaurants. It was the night before Halloween, they were known for their street costume party. We had rented an AB&B right downtown.

"I'm looking forward to getting you alone," he said.

It's true, we hadn't had much time together for a while. We'd both been so busy.

"Yeah?" I teased. "And what will you do with me when we're alone?"

"Anything you'll let me," he responded.

"That covers a lot of ground," I flirted back.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Not that much ground," I stifled him.

I knew what he was thinking. We have a pretty good sex life. Part of it includes a robust fantasy life, you know, stuff you talk about in the bedroom but would never do.

He often teases me about trying some of the stuff out. I don't think he, nor I, would really want to, but it was fun to think about.

He put his hand on my thigh. "No? Not even thinking it/"

"Well," I countered. "I wasn't till you brought it up."

His hand slid further up my thigh.

"Don't you think you should pay attention to the road?" I said in a mock stern voice.

In reality I leaned back a bit and let my legs fall open.

"I don't know," he said. "I bet we could find some fun people to play with up here. I mean think about it, what else is there to do up here?"

I laughed. "I don't think everyone in small towns is fucking each other."

"Never know," he said. "Think about it. A nice artist couple, Already avant guard, probably teach us some stuff.

His hand slid up under my dress.

"Just think," he said, "We meet them by chance at a winery. We sit at the bar tasting wine."

"Stop," I said, not really meaning it.

"Oh come on, we're nowhere near home. Who'd know,". He laughed. "We hit it off and eventually they asked us if we'd like to go to a party.

I let my mind slip into the fantasy.

His hand moved up to the top of my thighs. I let my legs part. His fingers slipped into my panties.

"You know you want to be the center of attention'" he went on. "Hands all over you."

He knew me so well. No secrets. My deepest fantasies were an open book.

He expertly played with my clit like only he knew how. I could feel the wetness inside of me.

We had left after work and headed into the mountains. It was about a three hour drive. It was dark and there was no one else on the winding mountain road.

The road was lit only by the full moon and our headlights.

Just as I started to cum we turned a bend in the road a man stepped out into our headlights waving his arms. It was so sudden we hit the brakes and came to a screeching halt. Our bodies were thrust forward, hard. The car stopped much closer to the edge of the road than I felt comfortable with. Scared the hell out of me.

We sat there, not moving, catching our breath.

John looked at me. "You ok," he said.

"Yes I'm fine," I assured him.

My eyes focused on the man who waved us down. I rolled down my window. "You ok?" I asked.

"Help us. We had an accident," the guy said.

"Ok, ok," said John. "What's going on? What can I do? Where's your car?"

"Just up the road," the guy said.

"Ok, get in," I told him. "We'll take you there."

He got in the car and we headed up the road. There on the side of the road was an old car. It had hit a tree, the front end was destroyed. Three people were standing next to it. Two guys, one woman. From the looks of the car they were lucky to be alive

"Is anyone hurt?" We asked.

"No we're ok," the woman said.

"Did you call for help?" I asked.

"We have no service," he said.

He pulled out a phone. It looked like the same model I remember my mom using when I was a kid. I didn't know that model still worked.

"I'll try," I looked at my phone. We also did not have service.

"Why don't we give you a ride into town?" I offered.

"Actually, we're heading to a party just up the road. Maybe you could drop us?

"Ok," we agreed.

I pulled my seat forward. The four of them crowded into the back seat. The woman sitting on the lap of one of the men. I looked at her in the mirror. As women tend to do, I sized her up. She was pretty. I mean, I'm no slouch. With long blonde hair, 5'6" 140lbs I got looked at, but she was hot in a different way. She radiated a sexuality. I heard her giggle. I looked back. Her dress was almost up around her waist. The man had his hands under it. His hands were definitely moving.

"Turn up here, " one of the men said.

We turned on to a road even darker than the first. Trees on either side blocked the moonlight.

After what seemed forever we saw the house. It was an older Victorian. It looked like it'd been there forever. All the lights were on.

"Is this it? I asked.

"Yes, perfect, thank you," the woman said.

They all piled out.

One of the men turned to us. "Hey, why don't you come in for a drink. It's the least we can do to thank you for rescuing us."

I looked at John. "We better be going," I said.

John shrugged his shoulders. "We're on vacation, an adventure, let's have some fun. Maybe meet some nice people."

When he said, "nice people" he gave me that devilish grin.

I sighed, "ok, let's go."

The six of us went to the house and knocked on the door.

A pretty young woman answered the door. We were hit by a rush of loud music. "Welcome," she said. "We were expecting you."

I looked past her. The room was wall to wall people. I noticed it must have been some kind of a themed costume party. Everyone was dressed like they were from twenty years ago, the music was also from the same era.

"Come, come," Said the woman at the door. Let me get you a drink.

I turned away and looked around. When I turned back our passengers all had a drink in their hands. The woman from the door was holding one for John and I. The surprise? She handed me a White Claw. The flavor I prefer. John a bourbon on the rocks. His drink of choice.

John took a sip. "Wow, good," he exclaimed. "Is this Old Rip?" He asked. She nodded. "I've only had it a few times. This is amazing."

I looked for our hostess. She was gone. I turned to the people we rescued. They'd somehow faded into the crowded room. The bodies all seemed to fade into each other as people milled around the room.

"Maybe we should go," I said to John. I turned to him. He wasn't right next to me but I could see him in the crowd talking to the woman from the road and the hostess.

I started heading towards him. With every step I didn't think I was any closer. Somehow I had finished my drink. Someone in the crowd handed me another.

The crowd pushed me towards the dance floor. I could see John dancing between two women, one I hadn't met.

I saw someone I knew or thought I knew. I couldn't remember from where. He looked at me. He smiled and disappeared into the crowd.

"Dance," I heard next to me. It sounded as much like and order as it did a question. When I looked the man from the road was standing next to me.

I admit, I was feeling the music. I really felt like dancing. I looked for John. I saw him. He and another man were on the dance floor. They had the woman from the car sandwiched between them. It didn't register with me to be mad. It seemed like that was supposed to happen.

The man from the road again said dance. I started dancing. The room was getting hot and the music was crashing. I was feeling the music. I wanted to dance. I started dancing with road guy. The more I danced the hotter I got. I was feeling the heat.

All of a sudden another one of the car guys was dancing with us. I don't know why, but I smiled at him. I shimmied a little. I looked around. Couples groups of people dancing, shimmying, grinding. The air seemed sexually charged. I felt heat between my legs. The music kept pulsing.

I noticed couples making out. A woman making out with two men she was sandwiched between. Three women writhing against each other. I saw John, there were two women grinding against him.

The man grinding behind me put his hand on my hip. The feeling was electric. It was hot. I picked my hair up off my neck to cool off. The man planted his lips on my neck. I stretched my neck to the side. It felt good.

Road guy was in front of me. He leaned on to kiss my lips. My brain was screaming something's off, my body reacted. I kissed back.

I was sandwiched between these two men. I looked around. Some women were dancing topless. Some skirts and shirts were missing. The music kept thumping. A swirl of dancing couples kissing, feeling each other up, clothing missing.

I felt someone's hands at the hem of my dress. I closed my eyes. The room smelled of wood, musk, leather.

I looked through the crowd. John had his shirt off, the two women were also topless. One was kneeling in front of him. She looked at me and smiled. The crowd closed in and I lost sight of him.

I felt my dress being pulled up. Something in me wondered what was going on, but the rest of me raised my arms. I should have stopped it, but the music was booming, the room felt hot, I could feel the tingling between my legs. The dress came up and off. I was now naked except for my lace thong and wedge heels.

When I opened my eyes again the room was moving, like in a dream I was kissing the guy behind me. The music was booming, the room intoxicating.

I broke the kiss. Somehow during the kiss the man had pulled his cock out. I should have been revolted, but all I wanted was to touch it. The man behind me was caressing my breasts. I looked at the cock in front of me. It seemed unusually large.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around it. It felt hot and heavy. The man behind me reached down between my legs. With everything going on it felt like he had three hands one on each breast and one fingering my pussy.

I was focused on the large cock in front of me. I slid down to my knees and held it next to my face and felt the heat radiating from it. I held the cock, opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I did not think that I'd be able to get it in my mouth but to my surprise I did. I started moving my lips up and down.

Another cock appeared next to me. It was the man from the road, now naked holding his cock out for me. I thought briefly back to my fantasy. To what John teased me with in the car. I reached up and held the cock. Again it seemed unusually large. Larger than most.

I started jacking him off. I took my mouth off the cock I was sucking and switched to the other one. I switched back and forth.

Part of me thought this is all so wrong. The other part of me was pure lust. The music kept booming around. The room started to smell like sex.

In the periphery of my vision I thought I saw John in the crowd. In front of him was a naked woman on her knees, ass towards him, face pressed to the floor. He seemed to be fucking her from behind. The crowd closed in and I lost sight of him. It didn't matter because the two cocks in front of me were calling my attention.

A woman appeared, I saw it was the woman from the road. She was naked, she wrapped her hand around mine and we stroked the cock together. She started kissing one of the men. When I turned to take the cock in my mouth she rubbed it on my face then fed it to me. I hungrily sucked it in.

I felt a pulling on my shoulders. Someone was pulling me on my back. I fell back. The woman bent down and started to slide my panties down my hips. I lifted my ass so she could take them off me. The music kept thumping. It felt like my heart was beating in rhythm to the music.

A man knelt between my legs. I thought it was road guy but the faces all seemed to blur. His cock was big. Did everyone here have big cocks? It looked like I wouldn't be able to take it. The woman straddled my face as the cock entered me. I couldn't see the man fucking me but I felt so full.

I'd never eaten pussy but now it was something I wanted to do. I stuck my tongue out and tasted her tangy juices. Even though I'd never did this I wanted to be good at it.

The cock inside me pounded me into her pussy with each thrust. I felt the heat between my legs. An orgasm crashed over me, somehow in a crescendo with the music.

The cock in me seemed to get bigger. Then I felt it flood me. I'd never felt cum like this. I could feel it hot inside me. Too much. It was dripping on my thighs.

The woman was gone from my face, a cock appeared. A man was straddling my chest and fucking my mouth. Again one of the biggest cocks I ever saw. I felt someone kneel between my legs. Another cock entered me, filling me up pushing more of the cum inside of me down my thighs and ass.

The cock in my mouth started to throb, my mouth filled with hot sticky cum, more than I believed was possible. It overflowed my mouth and dripped onto my chin and cheeks. Like magic the man seemed to be gone. There was a man kneeling by my head. The woman from the car was kneeling next to him jacking him off. She grinned at me and as she did the guy released a torrent of cum, in my hair, on my face, on my tits. It seemed to pulse in time with the music. It felt hot against my skin. I'd been cum on before, this felt warmer, almost hot.

The guy in my pussy pulled out. I was flipped over on my hands and knees. The cock re-entered me. As it did I came again. The music kept pulsing in my head. Someone in front of me was feeding me another huge cock I eagerly sucked it in. I briefly wondered why everyone's cock was so big.

The cock in me started to pump faster driving me into the cock I was sucking. It seemed to get bigger inside me, then an explosion of cum. My orgasm hit me and shook my entire body. Cum was dripping down my thighs.

Someone pulled me to them. He was on his back, huge cock pointing straight up. I straddled him. My well used pussy easily taking him in. I started riding him. Someone stuck a cock in front of my face. I started sucking it.

From my position I could see couples, groups of people all fucking, sucking, all around me. Again I thought I saw John. He was lying on his back, a woman riding his cock, another straddling his face. The crowd closed in again.

Someone behind me pushed me forward, my chest on the chest of the man I was straddling. I felt a hand on my ass. It was using my juices and the cum on me to lubricate my ass. I tried to relax. I felt the tip of a cock against me. I held still. I took him easily. I could feel the cock enter my ass and slide against the cock already in my pussy. As I felt his balls against my ass I came again. I lay there panting.

Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. A cock practically hit me in the face. I opened my mouth and sucked it in.

I couldn't move. I was at the mercy of the cocks thrusting inside of me. I felt like a rag doll being used for pleasure. I loved it.

The music pulsed, reaching a crescendo. The three cocks I was serving felt like they were pulsing to the music. My heart felt like it was beating in time.

As the music hit its frenzied crescendo all three cocks seemed to explode. The hardest orgasm yet flooded through me. I felt light headed, dizzy. I rolled onto my back.

Next thing I know John was between my legs fucking me. He had a determined, almost manic look on his face. I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his cock drive into my messy pussy. I could feel him pushing the three loads of cum out of my pussy and down my thighs.

"That's it, fuck me, cum for me, fuck my messy pussy, fuck your pussy,' I screamed.

I saw him make that face he made when he was about to cum.

"Yes, cum for me, give it to me,' I hissed.

He pulled out of me and started stroking his cock.

"Yes baby, cum on me, paint me, add your cum to the paint already on me. Do it!"

I stuck my fingers in my pussy as he jacked off above me.

Rope after rope of creamy cum hits my skin. It sets off one more explosive orgasm. I see John collapse beside me. Then nothing.

When we woke up the sun was shining through our windshield. Our car was parked off the road where we'd swerved. We looked at each other. This was weird. Last thing I seemed to remember was being at a party but how could that be real, I wouldn't have done that stuff. Would I? I mean maybe as a fantasy but really? Don't be absurd.

Certainly John wouldn't have let me.

"What happened last night? I asked.

He looked embarrassed. "I'm not sure," he replied.

He looked around, but didn't say anything.

I started to sit up. "Oooooff," I moaned. "My body hurts all over."

I tried to fluff my hair. It felt dry and crusty. My skin and body felt, well, like I'd been in an accident, or fucked raw. I looked around again

"I need a shower then breakfast," I said.

We got out and examined the car. Everything looked ok. We started the car and headed into town. As we drove past the crash site we noticed the car was gone.

"They must've had it towed," John said.

"Wow their tow trucks work early around here," I mused

We found the house we were staying at and used the lock code to check in.

I wasn't sure what was going on. "John?" I started to speak.

"I don't know," he said before I could even ask the question.

I took a shower and got dressed. As I dressed John jumped in the shower.

We got dressed. We were definitely at our AB&B. We stepped out into a busy quaint town. Murphys was just as we remembered it.

We stopped in a restaurant for breakfast. It was a nice place with pictures of the town's history all over the walls.

We ordered. I was curious so I asked the server, "do you know what happened in that accident last night?"

"What accident?' She replied.

"The one on Mountain Rd," I said.

She look puzzled. "There was no accident on Mountain Rd last night," she told us.

"We saw the car. We picked the people up and brought them to a house up on Granton Rd," I added.

"Granton? I don't think so, you must be confused, that house burned down years ago," she told us.

"But I...," I started. John put his hand on my arm. I stopped.

He pointed to the wall. Above us was a picture of a man. I recognized him immediately. He was the man who stopped our car on the road.

When the server came back I asked her who was in the pic.

She looked at it and told me, "oh, tragic really, town football coach. Hometown hero. From what I hear, great guy. Sadly he, his wife and some others were killed in a traffic accident on the way to a party. They were heading to a party being thrown at a house in the hills. As a matter of fact, that old house on Granton. Rumor is that the parties got pretty wild. That picture was taken the day of the accident.

She walked away.

I looked at John and he at me. We looked at the date on the picture. It was dated exactly twenty years ago.

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