(excerpt) Just Between Us Girls
(Originally posted to my Hentai Foundry.)
The man lit a cigarette, holding it between his yellowed fingers. The faint heat was a welcome refuge from the overcast wind chill. The blanket of grey wasn’t particularly bothersome (it could actually be quite pleasant), nor the shapeless, distant fog imbuing the air with a dewy moisture. He simply hated having to travel through these forested areas in the early morning, freezing his cock off. If he was going to get mental reminders of his sausage throughout the day, it shouldn’t be of his scrotum shriveled up and scr****g against the inside of his denim pants. Who needs that unpleasantness?
He rubbed his beard, amused that he had almost decided to cut it before he began his shift. His black fur was thick and itchy, but it kept him warm. Looking like a vagabond was a small price for keeping his head insulated. It wasn’t as if his employment hinged on maintaining on a slick appearance, one of the perks of driving a truck for a living.
He turned away from the road and his eyes were drawn to the two women walking in his direction. His mouth gaped and his cheeks reddened as he compulsively looked them over. In his time and travels, he had seen some gorgeous beauties and alluring whores, but even in the company of those previous pieces of eye candy these ladies were remarkable. They were erotic in a very basic way, yet through the scanty clothing they wore, the movement of their bodies exuded a fine elegance. The woman on the right was a sporty blonde with feathery short hair; the one of the left was clearly more feminine, her black hair in sleek bob and her body clad in more vibrant colors. It wasn’t clear to him what they were to one another as they looked similar in age.
He initially thought they were going to pass him, gossiping amongst themselves about his unattractiveness, but they were smiling and looking directly at him. The blonde addressed him and his eyes snapped away from her tight cleavage to her blue eyes. He blushed harder as he attempted to suppress the mental image of being sandwiched between their bosoms.
“I hate to be a bother, sir, but could you direct us to the mountain hiking trail? We know it is in this area, but our gps just doesn’t match up with the roads.”
“Ahh, technology being useless, eh? It is actually not that close, nor is it straight down this road.”
He gestured behind him. “Are you good with spoken directions? It would probably be better if I wrote them down.”
“Would you?” She sighed, hand pressing to her chest. In her yellow sports bra, her curves stood firm and meaty. He couldn’t fight the urge to eye her fit body from head to stilettoed feet, finding himself agreeing to show the two ladies to his truck. Why not their car?
As they walked, the blonde kept pace with him, smiling and talking about their trip. The brunette hung back, silent. He thought she looked displeased about something, but when he looked her in the eye, she adopted a brighter expression. In the middle of the blonde’s explanation, the man asked them their names.
“I am Haruka and this is my daughter, Hotaru.”
“You’re...Japanese? Is that your natural hair color?”
She shared a look with her daughter, cocking an eyebrow. They seemed to silently agree on something and she responded, “does that work for you?”
They stopped by a red big rig. “Excuse me?”
She took a step forward, hands on her hips. “Would my being a blonde Japanese woman make me unattractive to you?” His eyes drifted to her fishnet stockings and blue heels. Her little toe nails were painted navy blue. She wiggled her toes, breaking his stare.
“No. Of course, not.”
“Alright then. Mind if we enter the cabin?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
He unlocked the doors to the vehicle and the two ladies climbed in through the passenger side. Getting an up close view of their rears, he could see a resemblance, but mother and daughter? Haruka looked barely old enough to be the mother of an ******, let alone a young woman. She apparently was aging very well.
He rounded to the other side of the vehicle and got into the driver’s seat.He began looking around the cabin. “Now where did I leave that pen and paper?”
“Please tell me you are not that slow,” Haruka said, rolling her eyes. She climbed across the seat and kneeled between his legs and the steering wheel. “I think you know that I don’t dress like this for conversation.” As she slipped off her stilettos, she backed into the wheel, setting off the horn.
The two ladies giggled, looking out the windows to see if anyone noticed. He began to sweat, even though the cabin was colder than the morning air. The rest stop, though, was mostly deserted.
As she leaned in toward him, grabbing his zipper, he felt his member swell in his pants. “Looks like somebody knows what it going on. Maybe you should start letting him do the thinking.”
She giggled as she squeezed his bulge.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I am about to be.” She dragged her bottom lip across her teeth as she carefully unzipped his pants. She grabbed the waistline and pulled his pants down his legs, his cock flopping against his stomach and oozing pre onto his jacket. “Why, hello there.” She touched his base with her forefinger and ran it along the shaft to his tip. “I hope you don’t mind that I want this juicy cock all to myself.”
“Uhh, no ma’am.” He looked over Hotaru, who was shedding her pink parka. Her curves were barely contained in her tight clothes. “I don’t could handle both of you at once.”
“D’awww. You definitely couldn’t, but you can eye fuck my daughter while my face is in your lap. She expects it.”
Before Hotaru or the man could respond, Haruka wrapped her hand around his shaft and took his crown between her lips, suckling his nectar with excited moans. He could feel himself growing harder in her mouth. She clearly noticed, humming happily with her tongue swirled around his tip. Her tongue curled and swathed deeper and deeper, head bobbing hypnotically. She sunk all the way to the bottom with only minor resistance, continuing her oral manipulation of his meat. As his sweat beaded in his beard, he gave a chuckle at the fact he had been previously dreading the feeling of his cock shriveling up. Now here it was, erect and pulsating in the vacuum of this blonde’s mouth.
“How is my mother?” He looked over at the brunette. Her bust was straining against her frilly, form fitting top, her nubs proudly declaring themselves. She began slowly teasing herself, lightly brushing around her breasts. “She is a real cockslut, isn’t she?”
“Uhhh.”
“Relax. She may be ripped, but she lives to make men feel good. She won’t bite if you tell her how much of a whore she is.”
She winked at him, kicking a foot up on the dash and turning to face them. She squeezed her chest, the round flesh slipping between her fingers. As he sat there dumbfounded, she raised an eyebrow and spread her legs farther. He could see a dampness grow in her groin.
“Oh. I figured it didn’t need to be said. I don’t think I have met someone quite as slutty as her before.” He looked down at Haruka; she was looking up at him with her mouth full. “Grabbing strangers at a rest stop and exposing your daughter to your lewd behavior, you dirty milf! Throat my cock.”
She groaned loudly and did as requested, slobbering his shaft with her saliva. He ran his hands through her hair, holding her down. She shivered. Her gaze held his as she sucked him hard. He began to hear squishing sounds and noticed that her hand was between her legs. Sounds from his right indicated Hotaru, too, had slipped her hand into her pants.
“That’s right. Rub your pussy, Mom. Wait until I tell dad you eagerly sucked off some trucker on the way to the hiking trail.”
“Dad?”
“Her husband.” The man could hear the squelching of her fingering speed up. “You are getting sucked off by a cheater. She fucks around behind his back all the time.”
“Is that so? Are you a cheating whore?”
Haruka hummed in affirmation.
“Ahh, you cum loving nympho. Take it all.”
Under her chin, his balls tightened. He tried to hold her down to swallow his load, but she squeezed his base, surfacing for air. Her mouth was slick with her drool. “Not yet. You like my feet?”
“What? Yeah, I guess.” His cock jerked in her hand, desperate explode.
“I don’t know,” she said. Keeping him in her grip, she held a hand out to her daughter. The young woman huffed, pulling her hand out of her folds and reaching in her purse. She fetched out a bottle of lubricant and handed it to Haruka. “You sure stared at my toes for a long time. Don’t deny it. There is nothing wrong with being a foot man.”
“Maybe I did.”
She giggled. “That is better.”
Haruka took the clear bottle and allowed her hand to relinquish control of his cock to uncap it, tipping it downwards over his cock. His throbbing erection was covered in a heavy helping, his pubic hair becoming matted against it. With a purr of satisfaction, she hopped up onto the dashboard, knocking the horn again, and settled in with a squish as her drenched cunt leaked on the upholstery. She poured more lube on her fishnet clad feet, the liquid soaking into the fabric and giving her soles a nice sheen.
Flexing her painted toes, she cautiously wrapped her feet around his cock and began to stroke him. “Don’t want you to blow too quickly. Shingo loves my pretty little feet. He begs me to rub him with them even more often than he does for anal. It is generally over pretty quick.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he could see Hotaru mouth something at her mother. Whatever it was, the blonde was unfazed by it. Instead, she bit her lip and intensified her foot fucking.
“Oh….Dad. Always being such a dweeb.”
The man grunted as Haruka suddenly ground the underside of his cock from base to head with the sole of her foot. Copious amounts of pre smeared against and oozed between her toes.
“He loves you, too, baby. He did give half his genes to you.”
Hotaru gagged. “I am going to shut up now.”
Haruka leaned in close to the man, wiggling her toes against him. “She can be such a sore loser.”
“Talking about losing, he isn’t even trying to talk dirty anymore.”
“Awww, honey, he is just overwhelmed. Men need to focus sometimes.”
“Oh, wow. You are actually teaching me something.”
Haruka ignored her. Her feet worked him over while she stared at him with a cocky look on her face. He was gripping the seat to last as long as he could.
“My feet feel pretty good, don’t they?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“How bad do you want to cream my pretty little feet?”
“I need it.”
She smiled. “Then you can cum.”
He groaned. “Oh, fuck. I am cumming.”
On command, white pearls gushed between her stroking feet. Some launched a ways, while others slithered down in rivulets. She shivered at the sensation. He kept groaning as smaller and smaller gushes coated her skin. He covered her from her ankles to her blue nails, releasing a sigh after one last dry squirt.
Hotaru crawled across the seat to get a better look. “Gotta say, Mom, I would have teased him for longer.”
“Sure you would.”
The man lit a cigarette, holding it between his yellowed fingers. The faint heat was a welcome refuge from the overcast wind chill. The blanket of grey wasn’t particularly bothersome (it could actually be quite pleasant), nor the shapeless, distant fog imbuing the air with a dewy moisture. He simply hated having to travel through these forested areas in the early morning, freezing his cock off. If he was going to get mental reminders of his sausage throughout the day, it shouldn’t be of his scrotum shriveled up and scr****g against the inside of his denim pants. Who needs that unpleasantness?
He rubbed his beard, amused that he had almost decided to cut it before he began his shift. His black fur was thick and itchy, but it kept him warm. Looking like a vagabond was a small price for keeping his head insulated. It wasn’t as if his employment hinged on maintaining on a slick appearance, one of the perks of driving a truck for a living.
He turned away from the road and his eyes were drawn to the two women walking in his direction. His mouth gaped and his cheeks reddened as he compulsively looked them over. In his time and travels, he had seen some gorgeous beauties and alluring whores, but even in the company of those previous pieces of eye candy these ladies were remarkable. They were erotic in a very basic way, yet through the scanty clothing they wore, the movement of their bodies exuded a fine elegance. The woman on the right was a sporty blonde with feathery short hair; the one of the left was clearly more feminine, her black hair in sleek bob and her body clad in more vibrant colors. It wasn’t clear to him what they were to one another as they looked similar in age.
He initially thought they were going to pass him, gossiping amongst themselves about his unattractiveness, but they were smiling and looking directly at him. The blonde addressed him and his eyes snapped away from her tight cleavage to her blue eyes. He blushed harder as he attempted to suppress the mental image of being sandwiched between their bosoms.
“I hate to be a bother, sir, but could you direct us to the mountain hiking trail? We know it is in this area, but our gps just doesn’t match up with the roads.”
“Ahh, technology being useless, eh? It is actually not that close, nor is it straight down this road.”
He gestured behind him. “Are you good with spoken directions? It would probably be better if I wrote them down.”
“Would you?” She sighed, hand pressing to her chest. In her yellow sports bra, her curves stood firm and meaty. He couldn’t fight the urge to eye her fit body from head to stilettoed feet, finding himself agreeing to show the two ladies to his truck. Why not their car?
As they walked, the blonde kept pace with him, smiling and talking about their trip. The brunette hung back, silent. He thought she looked displeased about something, but when he looked her in the eye, she adopted a brighter expression. In the middle of the blonde’s explanation, the man asked them their names.
“I am Haruka and this is my daughter, Hotaru.”
“You’re...Japanese? Is that your natural hair color?”
She shared a look with her daughter, cocking an eyebrow. They seemed to silently agree on something and she responded, “does that work for you?”
They stopped by a red big rig. “Excuse me?”
She took a step forward, hands on her hips. “Would my being a blonde Japanese woman make me unattractive to you?” His eyes drifted to her fishnet stockings and blue heels. Her little toe nails were painted navy blue. She wiggled her toes, breaking his stare.
“No. Of course, not.”
“Alright then. Mind if we enter the cabin?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
He unlocked the doors to the vehicle and the two ladies climbed in through the passenger side. Getting an up close view of their rears, he could see a resemblance, but mother and daughter? Haruka looked barely old enough to be the mother of an ******, let alone a young woman. She apparently was aging very well.
He rounded to the other side of the vehicle and got into the driver’s seat.He began looking around the cabin. “Now where did I leave that pen and paper?”
“Please tell me you are not that slow,” Haruka said, rolling her eyes. She climbed across the seat and kneeled between his legs and the steering wheel. “I think you know that I don’t dress like this for conversation.” As she slipped off her stilettos, she backed into the wheel, setting off the horn.
The two ladies giggled, looking out the windows to see if anyone noticed. He began to sweat, even though the cabin was colder than the morning air. The rest stop, though, was mostly deserted.
As she leaned in toward him, grabbing his zipper, he felt his member swell in his pants. “Looks like somebody knows what it going on. Maybe you should start letting him do the thinking.”
She giggled as she squeezed his bulge.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I am about to be.” She dragged her bottom lip across her teeth as she carefully unzipped his pants. She grabbed the waistline and pulled his pants down his legs, his cock flopping against his stomach and oozing pre onto his jacket. “Why, hello there.” She touched his base with her forefinger and ran it along the shaft to his tip. “I hope you don’t mind that I want this juicy cock all to myself.”
“Uhh, no ma’am.” He looked over Hotaru, who was shedding her pink parka. Her curves were barely contained in her tight clothes. “I don’t could handle both of you at once.”
“D’awww. You definitely couldn’t, but you can eye fuck my daughter while my face is in your lap. She expects it.”
Before Hotaru or the man could respond, Haruka wrapped her hand around his shaft and took his crown between her lips, suckling his nectar with excited moans. He could feel himself growing harder in her mouth. She clearly noticed, humming happily with her tongue swirled around his tip. Her tongue curled and swathed deeper and deeper, head bobbing hypnotically. She sunk all the way to the bottom with only minor resistance, continuing her oral manipulation of his meat. As his sweat beaded in his beard, he gave a chuckle at the fact he had been previously dreading the feeling of his cock shriveling up. Now here it was, erect and pulsating in the vacuum of this blonde’s mouth.
“How is my mother?” He looked over at the brunette. Her bust was straining against her frilly, form fitting top, her nubs proudly declaring themselves. She began slowly teasing herself, lightly brushing around her breasts. “She is a real cockslut, isn’t she?”
“Uhhh.”
“Relax. She may be ripped, but she lives to make men feel good. She won’t bite if you tell her how much of a whore she is.”
She winked at him, kicking a foot up on the dash and turning to face them. She squeezed her chest, the round flesh slipping between her fingers. As he sat there dumbfounded, she raised an eyebrow and spread her legs farther. He could see a dampness grow in her groin.
“Oh. I figured it didn’t need to be said. I don’t think I have met someone quite as slutty as her before.” He looked down at Haruka; she was looking up at him with her mouth full. “Grabbing strangers at a rest stop and exposing your daughter to your lewd behavior, you dirty milf! Throat my cock.”
She groaned loudly and did as requested, slobbering his shaft with her saliva. He ran his hands through her hair, holding her down. She shivered. Her gaze held his as she sucked him hard. He began to hear squishing sounds and noticed that her hand was between her legs. Sounds from his right indicated Hotaru, too, had slipped her hand into her pants.
“That’s right. Rub your pussy, Mom. Wait until I tell dad you eagerly sucked off some trucker on the way to the hiking trail.”
“Dad?”
“Her husband.” The man could hear the squelching of her fingering speed up. “You are getting sucked off by a cheater. She fucks around behind his back all the time.”
“Is that so? Are you a cheating whore?”
Haruka hummed in affirmation.
“Ahh, you cum loving nympho. Take it all.”
Under her chin, his balls tightened. He tried to hold her down to swallow his load, but she squeezed his base, surfacing for air. Her mouth was slick with her drool. “Not yet. You like my feet?”
“What? Yeah, I guess.” His cock jerked in her hand, desperate explode.
“I don’t know,” she said. Keeping him in her grip, she held a hand out to her daughter. The young woman huffed, pulling her hand out of her folds and reaching in her purse. She fetched out a bottle of lubricant and handed it to Haruka. “You sure stared at my toes for a long time. Don’t deny it. There is nothing wrong with being a foot man.”
“Maybe I did.”
She giggled. “That is better.”
Haruka took the clear bottle and allowed her hand to relinquish control of his cock to uncap it, tipping it downwards over his cock. His throbbing erection was covered in a heavy helping, his pubic hair becoming matted against it. With a purr of satisfaction, she hopped up onto the dashboard, knocking the horn again, and settled in with a squish as her drenched cunt leaked on the upholstery. She poured more lube on her fishnet clad feet, the liquid soaking into the fabric and giving her soles a nice sheen.
Flexing her painted toes, she cautiously wrapped her feet around his cock and began to stroke him. “Don’t want you to blow too quickly. Shingo loves my pretty little feet. He begs me to rub him with them even more often than he does for anal. It is generally over pretty quick.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he could see Hotaru mouth something at her mother. Whatever it was, the blonde was unfazed by it. Instead, she bit her lip and intensified her foot fucking.
“Oh….Dad. Always being such a dweeb.”
The man grunted as Haruka suddenly ground the underside of his cock from base to head with the sole of her foot. Copious amounts of pre smeared against and oozed between her toes.
“He loves you, too, baby. He did give half his genes to you.”
Hotaru gagged. “I am going to shut up now.”
Haruka leaned in close to the man, wiggling her toes against him. “She can be such a sore loser.”
“Talking about losing, he isn’t even trying to talk dirty anymore.”
“Awww, honey, he is just overwhelmed. Men need to focus sometimes.”
“Oh, wow. You are actually teaching me something.”
Haruka ignored her. Her feet worked him over while she stared at him with a cocky look on her face. He was gripping the seat to last as long as he could.
“My feet feel pretty good, don’t they?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“How bad do you want to cream my pretty little feet?”
“I need it.”
She smiled. “Then you can cum.”
He groaned. “Oh, fuck. I am cumming.”
On command, white pearls gushed between her stroking feet. Some launched a ways, while others slithered down in rivulets. She shivered at the sensation. He kept groaning as smaller and smaller gushes coated her skin. He covered her from her ankles to her blue nails, releasing a sigh after one last dry squirt.
Hotaru crawled across the seat to get a better look. “Gotta say, Mom, I would have teased him for longer.”
“Sure you would.”
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