Joy Riding
Introduction:
Joy riding with a group of boys cums at a cost
It was on one of those hot, muggy southern evenings while walking to a girl friend’s house that a car pulled up and I was greeted by a chorus of hey girl. Now the car was nothing special, I know I had seen it before, in the school parking lot perhaps, and it resembled more of a tank then any of today’s sleek models. It was a light blue four door with heavy chrome bumpers that cars use to have. Remembering correctly it was a Pontiac Bonneville or Catalina, the ones with the long plastic vinyl bench seats and giant steering wheels. The car sat low to the ground like it was missing any type of suspension. The thunder of the mufflers gave it a powerful sound. It was a thing of beauty.
Inside the car I recognized the driver and passengers as boys who had just graduated from our school. I didn’t remember or even know their names but I’m sure I had been introduced to their dicks at some point in the school year.
I waved back and returned their hey. The front passenger, while holding up a bottle of Boones Farm, asked if I wanted to go joy riding with them. What with gas costing around twenty cent a gallon one could drive around all night for a couple of dollars. I thought for a second, hanging out with my girlfriends or racing around in a car full of boys. My answer was immediate, sure!
They pulled the car around to a dark side street. No way did a white girl want to be seen getting into a car with four Black boys. That would definitely raise a red flag. The back door opened and I jumped in, sliding over the boy who was sitting next to the door. I got in the middle, sitting on the hump, and scooted down on the seat. The driver gave it the gas and we took off. Gliding and flying over the road feeling every bump we hit, it was so exhilarating.
They knew my name and introduced themselves. They asked how I had liked school and what were my plans for the summer, typical small talk. I asked what they were going to do now that they had graduated. All expected to be drafted into the Army since none of them was going to college, then it was probably off to Viet Nam. Though I was naïve about the war I said I didn’t think it was right or fair that all the Blacks should be sent off to fight a war half way around the world. They all agreed but accepted their fates with resignation.
As we went bouncing over the back roads a joint was produced and I was given the honor of firing it up. I took a long toke and my mind began to swim as I passed it on. Next came the Boones Farm wine and a draw of the nectar. I really didn’t care too much for the taste but I loved the warm, stimulating feeling it gave me. One of the things I had discovered in my sexual awakening was that any combination of marijuana, alcohol or pills got me so fucking horny I couldn’t stand it. My nipples would get that tingly feeling and my pussy would start to leak like a faucet. I felt lustful and animalistic in a way, obscene and raunchy. I had a need and a craving that would rival any nasty two bit whore.
Another joint was lit up and passed around. This time all four windows were rolled up and the haze that was produced, enveloping the car’s interior, was over powering. OMG I was so fucked up and needed to be fucked so badly I lowered my shorts to my ankles and began to rub my clit and my lips. The boys then put on the four sixty air, that’s four windows down at sixty miles per hour since the cars didn’t have air conditioning, and the smoke dissipated.
Then I noticed the driver adjust his rear view mirror, lowering it, where I could see his eyes staring at me. I unbuttoned my blouse, letting my tits swing free. Next I kicked my shorts over my sandals, spreading my knees apart and giving him a clear, unobstructed view of my cunt as I began to finger myself. I saw his eyes get big, his grin even bigger, as I licked my lips while finger fucking myself.
It didn’t take long for him to drive down an old dirt road and pull up under a shade tree. He turned off the car and killed the lights. He turned to me and said gas, grass or ass, no one rides for free. All there knew I didn’t have any gas money or weed, which meant I could only provide the one thing that was worth tendering.
They all got out of the car and I positioned myself on the back seat. I laid flat on my back, my head next to the back driver’s side door and placed my right leg on the top of the back seat and my left over the top of the front seat. My ass was sticking to the vinyl back seat because of my pussy juice.
The driver was the first to have a turn. I couldn’t see because of the darkness but I felt his thick shaft spread my lips with his engorged head and enter my cunt. I let out a loud moan, OH YES! His hands grabbed my tits and began to squeeze, his fingers pinching my erect nipples. Electricity shot through my body. I moved my hands over my head and grabbed the top of the door frame. Harder I said and he obliged. His trusts became fast and deep. His hand went to my head and grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth to his as we kissed passionately. I wrapped my legs around his torso, preventing him from pulling out, as he filled my cunt with his seed. The warmth consumed me, I needed more. He climbed off and immediately another took his place.
He was a bigger, heavier boy. I remembered him playing football. You aint nothing but a little white tramp whore he exclaimed as he entered me. He put his full weigh on me as he fucked me and groped my chest. I loved the pressure of his body on top of mine. I felt helpless. I was in ecstasy as he used me like a cheap slut. Another load of Black baby seed was delivered. Another rider climbed in the saddle, playing with my chest and pumping my pussy until his balls drained into my cunt. The final boy did as his predecessors had done, play with my tits and filled my pussy with his potent Black sperm. I knew I was a slut for Blacks and I loved it.
My ass was practically glued to the seat with four loads of cum leaking out of me. I grabbed an old oily mechanics rag from the floor board and wiped down the seat and my legs to extract myself. As I sat on the edge of the back seat I told them I wanted to clean the residue from their dicks. They were happy to take me up on the offer and as I sucked them clean, more hard dicks presented themselves. I got out of the car and bent myself over the trunk and each took another turn. The stamina and testosterone of young Blacks never ceased to amaze me.
When they were all spent and had been satisfied we drove back to town where they let me out at an inconspicuous spot. I walked home, a bit bowlegged, but very satisfied. It was a great way to start a summer vacation.
