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Highway Blowjob by Jeff Vogel
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Highway Blowjob!
by Jeff Vogel
It was a hot day in the middle of Summer, and Peggy and I were doing
80 down I-80 through Pennsylvania. I was driving, the radar detector was
nice and quiet, and the Plymouth was responding beautifully to my every
move. But it's a long, boring drive, and soon Peggy started to get just a
little bit restless.
Suddenly, I realized that a set of long, slim fingers were plucking
at the fly of my jeans. I stole a quick glance over, and saw Peggy's evil
grin, just moments before her head ducked down.
She decided to try and undo the button of my jeans with her teeth.
She couldn't get the right angle, so I popped the seat back. A moment later,
my pants were undone, and my cock was exposed.
It was soft as butter, so she popped the whole thing into her mouth.
Now don't get me wrong. Normally it'd be as hard as anything, but that morning,
and the hotel, we'd had a fuckfest you wouldn't believe, and the little
feller' was all tuckered out. But if Peggy had anything (besides the standard
enormous hooters), it was a talented tounge, and soon my 9 inches were
standing up like a lighthouse shining a beam of love.
It was hard for her to move her head up and down, because it was
sticking up right by the steering wheel, but she soon figures out to rest
her head on the lower half of the wheel and jerk her head back and forth
in long, slow strokes. Soon, I felt her hand caressing my balls, and let
me tell you, there's nothing I like more.
Soon, the speedometer was pushing 90, as her lips tightened around
my head and moved faster and faster. I saw signs saying road work ahead,
but didn't really pay attention, because I felt that warm, glowing feeling
around my crotch. I moaned a little, to let her know my load was coming
soon.
But then, as I felt the first few pumping motions, I just barely
noticed through my half shut eyes that traffic was stopped up ahead. My back
arched, and as I felt myself coming, I slammed on the brakes, and I think was
only doing forty when we plowed into the car in front of us.
My seat belt was on, and I was OK, but Peggy's head slammed against
the wheel and I thought I heard a snapping noise. I tried to stop myself,
but my come just kept pouring down her throat, even as I felt her jaw slacken.
When I'd finished, and my head cleared, I lifted her up, and saw her head
hang loosely. Later, they told me my lifting her was what probably killed
her.
Semen dribbled from the side of her mouth.
Now I have a different girlfriend. Her name's Sue. We get on well,
but our sex life is a total zero. Whenever I get excited, the memory of
Peggy's dead eyes flashes in my mind, and I curl in a little ball and
wish I was dead. Sue thinks it's sort of cool, so doesn't mind, and I
just sit and cry and think how if I wasn't so damn long Peggy's head
wouldn't have been against the wheel like that. I'm afraid that now,
whatever I do, sorrow and horro will tail my life. My long penis has led
me to a life of hell.
What would you do?
- Jeff Vogel
Rutgers Lit.
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