Christmas Day - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Christmas Day - Part 1

... craze of passion.

Two cocks at once, stretching me to my limits. I couldn’t hold myself up, my tits crushed into Andrew’s chest. At one point, I remember screaming. In a moment of orgasmic fury, I think I screamed out Merry Christmas, but I can’t be sure. Brian grabbed my arms, lifting me. Andrew took advantage and started to bite my swollen nipples. I couldn’t even feel it. My body started to tremble. The intensity increased as I came over and over. I was babbling, not making any sense. I can’t remember much; my brain was in a blissful fog. Brian bellowed as he drained his ball sack, filling my rectum with his warm, thick cum. He pumped violently until he was empty, then fell away, content.

I still had Andrew deep inside me, sending shivers through my body. He was still twisting my nipples, driving me crazy. I could feel Brian’s warm liquid drooling out of me onto his brother’s balls. Being fucked by this savage was like an earthquake. It felt like the ground was moving. One orgasm after another, I could keep going all afternoon. The shaking was increasing when I turned around. Brian was behind the wheel, steering his rig out of the truck stop. We were on the road and I went back to experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life. I had never come so hard.

The truck was gaining speed. Were we climbing the entrance ramp of I-4? I was still being fucked like a truck stop whore in the sleeper berth. Just like his brother, Andrew howled; his sperm was filling me. ...

... All I could recall was this guy was spewing inside me like a fire hose. We dropped in a heap of cum and sweat. I gained my composure and started to comprehend that I was trapped inside a speeding tractor-trailer without a clue as to our destination. For all I knew, these two Canadian country boys were murderers.

My imagination was in running away. I was lying naked next to Andrew. He was motionless. I stood, semen spilled out, running down my legs. My dress was nowhere to be found. I made my way forward and demanded to know where we were going. Still naked, I sat in the passenger seat, still disoriented from the hammering I just received. It was only then that I realized that we had never left the truck stop. Brian pulled the truck out of the parking spot and was going to fill the tanks with fuel. We were at the pumps.

He explained that they had to be in Miami at 6 AM and that they would be leaving shortly. He reached around the back of his seat and pulled up a roll of paper towels, offering them to me to clean myself. I gladly accepted, as I was a sticky mess. My head was turning back and forth, looking for my dress. I finally asked Brian if he knew what happened to it. He laughed, letting me know that he picked it up off the floor and hung it in the small closet in the sleeper. Such a gentleman. He fucked my ass, but cared enough to make sure my dress didn’t get wrinkled.

I slipped my dress back on and climbed down out of the truck. Andrew leaned out the window and ...