But the fucking drive was absolutely dreadful.
How could one thirty-mile drive be packed with so much… annoyance? Justin liked Celeste – loved her, even, though he wasn’t ready to say it out loud – and maybe no relationship went without a little bit of a bug-bear here and there, but the headache beginning to squeeze around his skull was making him wonder if her pussy was even really worth this. Celeste and Megan (a beautiful, curvy girl with olive skin and jet-black hair down to her shoulders) had been in the backseat together, laughing their high-pitched laughs and singing their annoying teen boy-band songs for what seemed like the entire trip. He was frustrated, sure, but the golden glow of Celeste’s hair and the lovely glint of happiness and excitement in her eyes made it worth the time. Her angelic beauty was such a contrast to the occasional devilish looks she shot him, and he knew she had plenty in store for him. He could already feel himself getting hard, but he assumed his dick must be somewhere in her pocket or luggage, because he couldn’t see it around her neck.
They pulled over roughly twenty miles in, upon Megan’s request for a bathroom, and that was where the antics began.
Celeste giggled to herself as she looked out the window, waiting for her best friend to come back from whatever rock or tree the curvier woman had chosen to utilize. She shifted a little as she dug through her purse for something, and Justin groaned as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. She had it strung on the necklace again, and she made quick work of clasping the chain behind her neck and letting his cock settle between her tits. Justin groaned as she let her hands trail down to start stroking it. “What… what are you doing?” he choked out, starting to squirm in the driver’s seat.
“It’s fine,” Celeste said, bringing it up to her mouth and flicking her tongue gently over the tip. “She won’t be back for a minute. I wanna play with you.”
Justin coughed quietly. “You can’t wait until we get there?”
“Nope,” Celeste said firmly. She smiled in contentment as she sucked gently on his tip, moving her tongue expertly over it. She knew how sensitive he was there, and she was using it against him, lapping gently at the bundle of nerves in his frenulum before sliding his cock further past her lips. He moaned as she sucked him off, watching her intently in the rear-view mirror, his eyes never leaving those perfect plump lips as his heart started to race. Celeste smiled around her mouthful as the pulsing cock twitched on her tongue. She moaned so low and soft that it was a borderline purr, taking his dick as deep as she could without choking, working her tongue over the base until he was gritting his teeth to keep quiet.
He was so enamored with the feeling of her mouth that he almost forgot why she’d even have to put it away, and the feeling of her suddenly pulling it out of her mouth and tucking it back between her tits was uncomfortably jarring. He startled out of his fog as Megan hopped back into the car, just in time to see Celeste toss him a wink before he started driving again.
The journey was decently quiet for the next few minutes, thankfully, with both girls busy with their phones and Justin focused on the road. Megan had taken the shotgun seat so that they could both stretch their legs, and Justin’s boner had subsided by now, though he’d enjoyed being played with during their impromptu pit stop, he also enjoyed finally being able to pay attention to the road.
Maybe he’d gotten comfortable a little too soon.
His hands suddenly gripped the steering wheel tight as he felt something warm and wet against his tip. He glanced into the rear-view mirror at Celeste, who, as far as he could guess, was rubbing his tip between her pussy lips. Her seat was right behind Megan’s, so she remained completely undiscovered by her best friend, who was currently scrolling through her phone obliviously. Knuckles turning white, he reached up and adjusted the mirror ever-so-slightly, catching a glimpse of Celeste’s lust-clouded eyes as she smirked at him. Fuck, how was he supposed to drive like this?
He groaned as the evil girl pushed his cock deeper, once again teasing him inch by inch. Her pussy muscles worked around him in a glorious rhythm, milking him for every drop of precum that he was already leaking. It was warm and wet and so fucking tight… he bit his lip hard enough that he almost drew blood, trying not to groan out loud as the steering wheel threatened to slip from his sweating palms. He hoped his struggle to keep it in place was silent and unnoticeable, unsure how he could possibly explain it to the unwitting Megan. Hell, how would Celeste even be able to explain it? “Yeah, I just use my boyfriend’s magically cut-off dick and balls as a dildo sometimes. No matter if it’s right behind you instead of at least waiting till we get to the cabin.” Bullshit.
Justin stifled a low, drawn-out moan as she pushed his dick all the way in, steadily, agonizingly slow. He’d give anything to act on his most primal instincts and just fuck her silly, but even if he could pull over and bang her right now, his dick was still completely in her hands. Still, the primal urges gave no heed to his smooth front – the animalistic need to pin her to that back seat and fuck her until she screamed his name to the skies was intense and overwhelming.
And yet, unappealing.
Sure, his first instinct was to dominate. But truly, really, he wanted to serve. He wanted to please her. As his girlfriend sat there behind her best friend, her yoga pants pulled down just enough to reveal her wet pink pussy to his fleeting glances, he realized just how badly he wanted to submit to her. Maybe it was just the fact that she had complete and total control over his manhood, and that she’d had control since the very beginning. He loved it, truly, and it was his biggest fucking desire to just give himself over entirely.
This time, as his tip slid almost all the way out of Celeste’s pussy before being stuffed roughly back into her hot depths, Justin couldn’t suppress the low moan that pushed past his lips. Megan looked up, to his dismay, and studied him curiously. “What’s with you?” she questioned.
Celeste pulled his dick out of her cunt rather unceremoniously and giggled. “He just can’t take the heat,” she teased, presenting the cum-covered member to her best friend.
Justin’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he nearly swerved on the thankfully-empty snowy road. His eyes darted back and forth between the road and the two girls in his car, one of which was currently holding out his severed cock all too casually. He reached out with one hand, swiping for his dick. “Celeste, put it away!” he screeched, though his efforts were fruitless, and he only managed to smack his own balls hard enough to make him grunt with pain. Even if Megan somehow hadn’t seen the dick in Celeste’s hand, his reaction was extremely suspicious anyway.
But Megan didn’t seem bothered. In fact, she seemed amused, as if this wasn’t the first time she’d seen his dick, detached or otherwise. In the same moment that he noticed Megan’s amusement, he winced as Celeste suddenly grabbed his balls hard, her nails digging into the sensitive skin. His teeth were grinding uncomfortably against each other as his hand flew back to the steering wheel, steadying the vehicle.