Mike & Millie / Peach: Chapter 5

Now this was the official kick-off of their road trip adventure. Sun shining down hot and bright, they were outdoors, they’d lured a cop into sin; Mike’s cock was balls deep into Millie’s gushing snatch, and good god she had a tight grip on him. He pounded her from behind. Pete was going to pop at any second, Millie’s fingers slip-fanning up and down his cock’s topside, her thumb teasing the tip. Pete was humping the back of the Hemi while Millie pleasured him. The old Barracuda was rocking, leaf springs creaking, the hydraulic shocks swaying the car’s rump like an eager girl who wanted it and was getting it real good. Just like his Millie. Coming already. Making her sex sounds, her squeaks and cries and breathy encouragement. She was right though. It turned out Pete would have been a great first fuck. He was a nice guy, cute and with a good body. Not very tall, and Millie liked tall men, but Pete had a beefy dick that Millie was going gaga over. They should have traveled with condoms in the car. They’d thought they’d get what they were looking for, kicking off their adventure in Florida at The Hedonista, but Pete caught them off guard and unprepared. They’d still make the best of it.

Pete began an animal grunting and even though Millie was mid-orgasm, she was tuned in to Pete and her hand went faster and she urged Pete, saying, “Come, come, I want to see you come.”

Pete’s fat cock was leaving a sheen on the back of the ‘Cuda. Millie’s hand was slick and shiny with her saliva and Pete’s lubrication. Mike drove deep into Millie and lifted her ass, pinning her thighs and hips to the rocking car. Millie loved it and cried out a wonderful sound. He curled over her back so he could get close to her ear, saying, “We’re really doing it, baby, we’re really doing it.” He humped his buried cock, could feel her backstop cervix bumping his cock tip the way she’d bent and hunched like this. And Millie mewled sounds of affirmation, acknowledging they were indeed doing the exact thing they’d fantasized about.

“We’re going to christen the Barracuda,” he grunted.

Millie gasped and squeaked, nodding, eyes glued to the tip of Pete’s penis, waiting with excitement to see Pete spew his seed. “Yeah, oh yeah, Mike, mm, ah . . . ”

“I’m going to pop my champagne deep inside you,” he growled.

Millie swooned at his dirty words, another orgasm rolling through her. When she came, she came a lot. She went in and out of orgasms like a person suffering from some undiagnosed syndrome; she succumbed to them, passed out from them sometimes, sometimes rode out a mild orgasm for fifteen minutes straight. She was a lucky woman.

Pete’s animal sounds became a fierce rumbling roar from his barrel chest. He humped hard int the back of the ‘Cuda, stabbing his cock forward under Millie’s feathering fingers. Millie didn’t stop the slick fanning, but cleared her thumb from Pete’s tight porthole so she wouldn’t stop his semen’s path. Millie loved ejaculations. She’d masturbate to porn reels that were just scene after scene of men jerking off and ejaculating, working her tender pussy over for a half hour.

At last Pete erupted. His sound was loud and guttural and when he ejaculated, Millie’s tight pussy clamped down hard on Mike’s member, her whole body tightening like it was her shooting off. Pete had a saved load with tremendous volume. He shot line after line of white ropes up the trunk lid and even sending some into the back seat of the convertible. Millie cooed and sighed and groaned at the lurid sight of this stranger to them blowing his load under her administration. Each forceful jet came with a roar, the roar ebbing in volume in synch with the ebbing volume of his spurts. Millie fanned and pleasured Pete’s cock while he orgasmed. Pete’s face had gone as red and bloated as his fat cock. The veins stood out in his temples and neck as this hot woman made him come. She’d sucked him and fondled him, brought him to an overwhelming orgasm that had him sagging against the Barracuda now as vitality drained from him.

The scene was absolute degenerate heaven. This was their dirty talk come to life. Their darkest spoken fantasies materializing right before their eyes. It was like a dream. He was leaking inside her. And she was overflowing. Millie gripped Pete’s cock and squeezed it, watching semen drool from the tip. She hissed, “I want his cock so bad. I want him to fuck me, baby.”

“Next time, huh, Millie,” he panted, feeling the tingle that signaled semen engagement. Blast off was imminent.

“I want this cock, baby, god, look at it. Let him put it in me. Let him slide it in.”

“No way, huh, hah, lol-lollipop.”

“Ooh baby, Pete’s fat cock would feel so, so good.” Pete’s glazed eyes rolled back as Millie tried to stroke some new life into his flagging sausage.

And now with Millie’s dirtiest of words in his ears and the thought of allowing this man to step in and ram home his fat semen-covered cock into Millie’s juicy snatch set Mike off. He stabbed deep into her as he began shooting. He sent rope after rope into her and Millie reacted to each one with delight. As much as she loved watching semen shoot out, she also loved getting a big load ejaculated inside her. And Mike flooded her with the same volume produced from Pete’s giant bollocks—at least it felt like it. 

But just as he thought he’d hit the highest peak, he saw Millie’s free hand tracing fingertips through the semen Pete had blasted up the trunk. Millie’s finger pads tracing lines and swirls through another man’s pearly sexual product. Mike roared like Pete and his cock swelled inside Millie as he began twitching and ejaculating more and more.

Their kick off had been even greater than he could even imagine. He’d been so anxious about what they’d find at The Hedonista, but this scenario just fell into their lap. He lay panting on his horny wife’s back, his breaths fluffing up tendrils of stray Millie mane, her blonde locks bouncing with his heaving huffs. Millie shivered and jolted, still coming herself—or maybe right on the edge and needing more encouragement. He pulled his cock out of her and brought his hands to her front, going to her tummy and unbuttoning her jean shorts. He stumbled back, taking her shorts and pulling them down her bare ass. He called for Pete and Pete looked up heavy-lidded, the rosy bloom beginning to fade from his face.

“Come see,” Mike said. There was a strong urge for someone else to witness this amazing sight he saw. Pete pulled his cock away from Millie’s grip, shuffling rearward, his deflated cock hanging heavy between his thighs, as big as when he was hard and upright and ready, but now sagging and shining. It looked massive. Millie watched it, too. Her lips parted.

Exhibitionism was another one of Millie’s kinks. One they hadn’t explored too much. Sometimes she wore loose shorts when they had company and went without underwear, hoping one of his buddies might get a flash of her pussy.

As Pete came around with a strange look of concern, not knowing what could be back here that Mike needed him to see. Mike showed him.

“Look at her pussy. Look how sweet it is.” Millie made wicked sounds of sweet excitement in her throat. Watching over her shoulder, her thumb she’d used to stroke Pete’s cock head running over the line of her lower teeth. The sight tightened Mike’s belly.

Pete looked. Pete saw. Pete the cop got to see Millie’s most secret part. Her pussy was waxed bald. A perfect smooth mound and a pale pink gash with bright and shining labia in a tender ruffle. His huge load seeped from her vagina, a long trail rolling out and pulled to the hot ground by gravity. Drip, drip, drip.

Pete looked at Millie and Mike could sense her sex drive ramming the stick shift through to the next gear. She went higher on her toes, her calves flexing, her ass rising, her cheeks spreading wider.

Pete said, “I’ve never seen one in sunlight.”

“Yeah? Have you ever seen a prettier one?”

Pete shook his head no, dumbfounded. There was no way he’d ever seen a hotter snatch than Millie Seabrook’s. Millie’s thighs trembled. Mike smiled. He said to Pete, “She’d come if you spanked her right now.” Millie gasped and bit her lips, then swayed her bottom while his semen still slithered from her insides and dripped into her pulled-down shorts.

Pete was still come-woozy, not sure of himself but still turned on. Mike urged him again, telling him, “Spank her ass, Pete. Spank her ass and her pussy.”

Millie heard him and drew in a sharp intake of air them groaned with extreme sexual frustration.

“Spank her, Pete. I swear you’ll make her come.” He drew with the tip of his index finger a circle on his wife’s turned up rump, right around her cheeks, the counterpoint being her soaking wet pussy and her tiny squeaky-clean butthole. At his touch Millie mewled again and her legs quivered.

Pete drew his hand back and brought it across Millie’s bottom and pussy with a gentleman’s slap. Millie squealed and arched her back. Mike told him to do it harder and the next time Pete brought his hand back further then swatted Millie’s bottom and snatch with a loud wet smack. Millie squealed and her knees slapped together as her torso twisted on the Hemi’s trunk. 

Mike said, “Look at that, she’s coming again. My wife’s like a cat in heat. He right-faced Pete. “Finger her.”

“Yeah?”

“Two fingers, Pete. Fuck my hot-ass wife with two fingers. She’ll fucking love it.”

Pete’s jaw trembled. Mike looked down to see that fat hog lifting up again. Millie had that effect. He got into place but hesitated to touch her pussy even though Millie needed it so bad.

“Do it, Pete. Fuck her with two fingers. Get my wife off, please. She needs it right now.”

When Pete’s fingers slipped over Millie’s pussy, Millie almost collapsed. Her body went lifeless for a fraction of a second before she steadied herself again. She was still in orgasm but you could always take her a little higher. Pete slipped his two big fingers along her opening, teasing her pussy’s opening. He said, “Are you sure?”

Millie begged him. “Oh please, yes, please, please . . . ” Her ass lifted higher.

Pete said, “You didn’t want me to earlier.”

“That was earlier,” Millie gasped, pushing her pussy toward Pete’s touch. “Please, please, oh god, please.”

Pete sunk his two middle fingers into Millie and she moaned a long sound of exquisite relief. Her pussy gripped Pete’s fingers, her aperture shining with wet and a good fucking and Mike’s own draining load. Pete eased them in and out and watched Millie react. Watched her head thrash, her long hair slashing the yellow paint, her back arching, and god the sounds of female pleasure no other woman could make. Pete’s cock was upright again, hard and thick and only a few inches from Millie’s pussy. 

Mike’s cock also went upright again in a few heartbeats seeing another man’s manhood so close to his wife’s entry.