Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... within himself. Whatever it was, it caused the tail lights of the car just starting across the bridge to bob and weave in his vision.

Trina glanced up at her rearview mirror and then did a double take. The headlights coming up behind her were even closer and gaining way too fast to be safe. Rita and Delores were still nattering on about some boy at school and were oblivious, but Sylvia had noticed the lights in the sideview mirror outside her window. Sylvia turned to look over her shoulder and gasped.

“MOVE! DAMN IT!” J.D. screamed at the slower moving tail lights in front of him as he thumped onto the bridge from the roadway.

Now only three car lengths behind the station wagon, J.D. began to swerve as if to go around them… but his timing was off, or his movements sluggish. The passenger side of his front bumper clipped the driver side rear bumper and fender of the station wagon causing it to veer to the right as the tail end of the car traveled with the front of the truck to the left.

Sylvia screamed as Trina fought the wheel trying to correct the direction of travel of her car. The two girls in the back were only just then realizing that something was wrong. The sound of screeching tires and crunching or tearing metal seemed to go on forever… until.

J.D. Tried to yank the wheel of his truck to the left to break free of the tangled fender and bumper of the car. He succeeded, to some extent. The truck broke free but his turn had overcorrected and sent him ...

... careening out of control across the oncoming lane and through the guard rail on that side of the bridge. The sound of rending metal and shattered glass lasted for only a moment before his truck struck the water of the lake and quickly sank below the surface… The tail lights glowing red as they sank into the depths of the dark water.

Trina saw the guard rail coming at her even though she was standing with all her might on the brake pedal. Her knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Sylvia was still screaming, her head half turned away from the windshield and her arms up and crossed before her face as if to ward off the coming collision. The front bumper hit the guard rail at an angle ripping a section of the rail away from his mounts on the edge of the bridge. This slowed the momentum of the car, as did the seemingly slow half turn, as the back end of the car continued forward.

The front wheels and almost half the car up to just behind the front doors came to a rest hanging off the edge of the bridge where it teetered precariously. The back end was tilted up off the pavement, the rear wheels still spinning and part of the driver side rear body panel was hanging down almost touching the pavement.

When the car had impacted the side of the bridge, Trina’s head had slammed forward striking the steering wheel. Sylvia had also slammed forward but her arms had taken most of the brunt of her collision with the passenger side dashboard. Sylvia was the first ...