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The RallyeDO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! Professional nut cases on the open road. REPEAT: Do not try this at home!As I said, before, my audacious girl friend would do crazy, risky, daring things just for shits and giggles! She loved to wear skirts and dresses with no panties, and every time we got together she would tell me so if she wasn't wearing them. That would jack up my blood pressure and make my juices boil in a New York split second! She usually gave me this revelation when we were NOT alone or when I couldn't do anything about it immediately! I had to dwell on the fact for some time before we could do anything about it! She was one helluva tease!I had a sexy little yellow Italian sports car at the time. In the summer months I liked to drive with the top down, even though the car had an air conditioner and a well made, highly acclaimed convertible rag top, the best that Car and Driver magazine rated. With the top up you could hardly hear the air rushing past. It was tight! Anyway, like I said, I liked to drive with the top down in the summer. I liked the feel of the open air and the wind in my hair as I was driving. I liked the way her hair would wave and swirl around her head, and I REALLY loved the way her dress would blow as we were speeding down the highway. She'd often have to hold the hem with her hands as we passed semis. Well, one day we were signed up for a road rallye. Those are great fun. You get a set of written instructions on where to go and how much time you have to take to get there. If you get lost you have to make up for lost time when you get back on track. If you go too fast or too slow you have to adjust your speed in order to reach your check point at the exact right time. Then when you reach that check point the judge there notes your time on a clipboard and hands you another set of instructions on how to get to your next check point. The whole rallye takes a good part of the day, with several check points. Finally everyone meets at some restaurant to have an afternoon lunch/dinner and find out who the winner is. There usually wasn't much of a prize, just the knowledge that you won the rallye. Maybe everyone would pitch in to buy the winning driver and navigator their meal. --Oh, by the way, it took two to compete: the driver to drive and the navigator to read the instructions and to play with the stop watch to gauge the elapsed time. Neither one of us really knew what we were doing, but we had a fabulous time making mistakes and laughing about it all. My girlfriend, Barb, was rather slim with long dark hair and long coltish legs that went on and on. Rather smallish breasts, but then I'm not really much for big boobs. I like nipples, and hers were delicious little pencil erasers that stood up on her pear shaped tits and got puffy whenever she got turned on. I can get excited just thinking about her nips!On the day of the rallye she was waiting for me at her door wearing a flowery yellow dress that bellowed out from the waist and stopped just above the knee. She was strikingly gorgeous in it. When I pulled up, she flung open the screen and came running out to meet me. She jumped into the passenger seat without opening the car door, and her dress flew up as she landed in the seat. She smoothed the hem down and leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek before looking back and waving at her m*m standing in the door as we sped off. It was a beautiful summer day with the sun shining brightly, but with not too much humidity in the air. The kind of day that you just KNOW is going to be a great one.We chit chatted about our week in our respective jobs as we drove to the rallye. Hers was full of drama and intrigue, as is usually the case, while mine was kind of mundane. I liked to listen to her go on because her life was so much bubblier than mine. Besides, I was busy driving, shifting gears up and down as we went up and down hills, and periodically glancing at her sexy knees peaking out from under the hem of her dress. --Why is it that so many women wear pants these days? Dresses are SOOOO much more feminine!We got to the rallye, paid our admission and got our first set of instructions. Then we lined up behind the last car to wait for our GO flag. She stopped talking and stared at the instruction sheet. I could almost see the gears going around in her head as she studied the sheet and seemed to be calculating the moves. She was wearing a strange Mona Lisa smile on her face, but I didn't think anything about it. I thought she was just having a good time. Finally, our turn came up, and as we waited for the flag to go down she leaned over and her smile suddenly turned into a devilish sh*t-eating grin as she whispered in my ear, *quot;I'm not wearing panties!*quot; The flag went down and I popped the clutch. Now's a great time to tell me this, darlin'! Off we went.All of a sudden I was on automatic pilot. My mind went blank and when I could focus, I focused on her naked little pussy under the hem of that dress! I looked at her and she was grinning at me from ear to ear. She moved her instruction sheet and picked up her hem to show me she was indeed commando that day! And not only that, but she'd SHAVED her entire groin area! She was as bald down there as a billiard ball! She lowered her hem and told me, *quot;Turn right at the next possible right!*quot; I didn't even think; I turned right. bahis siteleri Right into a vacant parking lot next to a warehouse. The warehouse was on one side, and a huge empty parking lot was on the other. I slowed to a stop in the middle of the lot and put the car in neutral. She lifted her skirt again, scooted over toward me in her seat and opened her legs. I leaned over, and with the parking brake sticking me in the stomach, I licked that erotically naked little twat. It tasted of cherries! She'd even injected flavored lube up into herself! Oh, my God! I was in Heaven! Her pussy was delicious! I started to take another lick, but she pushed me away, closed her legs and lowered and smoothed her skirt. *quot;Drive!*quot; she said.I made a U-turn and got back on the road heading the direction we'd come from. *quot;Not this way!*quot; she laughed. *quot;The OTHER way! We're wasting time!*quot; I made another U-turn right there in the street and downshifted as I did. The engine growled and the tires dug into the pavement. As soon as I got back up to the speed limit I up shifted and the engine went from a growl to a smooth roar. *quot;We're behind time by...*quot; she looked at her watch and calculated in her head, *quot;forty six seconds.*quot; I sped up to two miles above the limit. It was a good thing there were no cops out that day.*quot;Turn right onto the Interstate,*quot; she said. I jerked the wheel right and down the ramp we went. I quickly got up to speed and up shifted to 5th. The engine began to purr. I turned on the speed control to two miles above the limit and looked over at her. She was grinning as she leaned back against the door, faced toward me, spread her legs again and lifted her skirt. Then she started playing with her pussy, stroking it along the furrows and pushing her finger against her clit. *quot;What do you think?*quot; she asked, with a giggle in her voice. *quot;I think I like!*quot; I exclaimed. *quot;Play with it! Push your finger in!*quot; She pushed a finger inside herself. She pulled it out and fed it to me, then she pushed two back in and began to saw them in and out. I couldn't take my eyes off the road for more than a couple seconds at a time. She just stared at me as she finger fucked her own pussy for my enjoyment with her right hand. With her left hand she held her sheet up and looked at the instructions. *quot;Stay on this road for ten minutes then turn right at your first opportunity.*quot; We'd been on the Interstate for four minutes, so we had six minutes to go. I started watching for a road sign, meanwhile slowing down to two miles below the limit. I looked in the mirror. There were four semis barreling down on us. I slowed down another two miles below. The first semi came up and settled beside us. My girl friend looked back and saw the other three coming up. She smiled up at the trucker beside us and continued playing with her naked pussy. She lifted her butt up and I could see her pussy was drooling. He sounded his air horn and waved. She waved back, almost losing her instruction sheet. He stayed even with us for a minute, waved again, then sped up and passed us. Her hair whipped around her face and she pushed it out of her eyes as she looked back for the next trucker. She looked back at me and said, *quot;Do you mind?*quot; I said, *quot;No, knock yourself out!*quot; She reached back, undid her neck clasp, reached down and pulled her whole dress up and over her head. Now she was completely naked. She looked up the highway and judged how long she had before the next off ramp.She bit her lip. *quot;Slow down a little. I want to give this next guy a show!*quot; she yelled above the wind. I slowed down. She climbed up on the back of the seat and back into the too small *quot;back seat*quot; and up onto the convertible top boot. She sat there and started playing with herself again. She looked back and motioned the next truck to pull up. It did, blowing that air horn as he came. She waved at him with one hand while she plowed her fingers in and out of her sopping twat with the other. Trucker two blasted his horn in several short toots in approval. He waved. She waved. He stepped on the gas and pulled away. Number three was right behind us. He saw the whole show that she'd given the last guy, and he pulled up, motioning to the side of the road. Barb shook her head no and slid back into her copilot seat next to me. She looked back, looked forward, then still naked, she leaned over, jerked open my belt, pulled down my zipper and pulled my cock out. She looked forward again, then back. Number three had pulled away and number four was coming up. She pushed her hair out of the way again and bent down to take my cock into her mouth. She sucked me until number four passed. He pulled up and stayed even for a few seconds, tooted his appreciation, then slowly and reluctantly pulled away. She popped her head up and waved as she watched him go. One last toot from him and a giggle from her and she said, *quot;Turn right!*quot; I pulled up the exit ramp as she pulled her pretty yellow dress down over her head again. *quot;Whew!*quot; she giggled. *quot;That was RAD! Are you sure you want to finish this race? Turn left.*quot;I turned left. Past the bridge about a quarter mile was the next check point. *quot;No!*quot; I said as we pulled up to the judge with the clip board and the stop watch. Beside him was a girl with a hand full of papers . She handed Barb a sheet off the top and said, *quot;go!*quot; Off we went, straight ahead. *quot;That girl canlı bahis saw your cock standing straight up!*quot; Barb said, giggling again. She leaned over, kissed it in the head, then stuffed it back into my pants and zipped me up. *quot;You said you wanted to forfeit the rallye,*quot; I said.*quot;No, I didn't,*quot; she retorted, *quot;I said, 'are you sure you want to finish.'*quot; *quot;Well,*quot; I said, *quot;now that you've started something and since you've been such a tease today, I want you to finish what you started with me!*quot;*quot;Whoa, big boy! I'll finish you off, but later! I want to finish the race first!*quot; She looked away, smiling as if she was the cat that ate the canary. Then she looked back at me and giggled. Flipping up her skirt at me again, she then focused completely on her instruction sheet. Again, with that big shit-eating grin. She had me with my tongue hanging out and she knew it! *quot;It's a rallye, not a race,*quot; I said.*quot;--Turn here,*quot; she said suddenly. I couldn't slow down enough to turn in time, so I slammed on the disk brakes and slid to a stop 50 feet too late. I put it in reverse and backed up. Good thing we were out in the country. No cars coming. *quot;Okay, which way?*quot;*quot;To the right.*quot;*quot;Are you sure?! There's nothing down that way but acres and acres of corn!*quot;*quot;That's what the sheet says.*quot; she defended. *quot;Look.*quot;Sure enough, the sheet said to turn right. I turned right. There was no instructions of how fast to go, though, and there certainly weren't any speed limit signs out this far. I kept it in second, and didn't push it. *quot;Now what?*quot; I said. She shrugged her shoulders and then leaned over and unzipped me again. This time, though, she didn't go down on me. She just started jerking me off with her hand as she looked around, then back to the sheet, then all around again. She fondled me almost absentmindedly, alternately going up and down and rubbing her thumb lightly on the helmet on the upstroke while she wondered out loud where we were and where to go next. She checked the sheet. *quot;Okay,*quot; she said, *quot;It says to turn left at the next opportunity, so turn left at the next opportunity.*quot; *quot;Riiiiight.*quot; I said, *quot; that might not be for another twenty miles. In the meantime, how fast are we supposed to be going?*quot;*quot;I don't know. It doesn't say. It just says 'turn left at the next opportunity.'*quot;I slowed down to a crawl, put it in first so as not to lug the engine, and reached over, pushed her skirt up and started caressing her supple, sexy bare legs. She continued absently jacking my cock while I lightly rubbed her legs up and down from knees to just below her crotch. I left her pussy alone just to tease her like she was --and had been-- teasing me. It was late July, and the corn was shoulder high, which meant it was above our heads in that little mosquito of a sports car. I leaned over and kissed her, then she leaned over and kissed me back. Then she moved over as close as she could get and snuggled up to me, leaving her legs open, an invitation to go higher. I didn't. I wouldn't. I wanted her to get as charged up as I was.We continued like this for a few minutes, and after a short while she began to move her hips back and forth in agitation. I knew I was getting to her. I shifted my touching to her knees only. They were wide apart, wanting me to move between them and higher. Suddenly she took my hand and moved it inside between her legs and slid it up. She wanted me to touch that naked little bald pink pussy, but I wouldn't. She started kissing me passionately! She stuck her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my head with her other hand. *quot;Stop!*quot; she said. I stopped and put my other hand around her. We pulled at one another in an urgent embrace. We were far into the corn fields on that back road. Nothing for miles behind or ahead. I braked to a stop and switched off the ignition, leaving it in first and letting up off the clutch. Silence. Except for the sounds of our kissing and caressing, and a couple hawks overhead, calling every so often, there was no noise at all. We were out in the middle of nowhere. I started listening for any possible sound of a car, but there was nothing. Barb leaned over again and started sucking me in earnest. She went down as far as she could go in the confines of that little car, swishing her tongue around and around on the upstroke, then slamming her mouth down as far as she could go. Up. Swirl. Down. Repeat. Up and down, up and down. After a minute she let up. *quot;Get out!*quot; she cried. We got out and she ran around to my side of the car, dropped down on her knees and swallowed my cock like she was starving for it. She sucked and slurped for several minutes. She's VERY good at that! Soon I had a RAGING erection and I was getting rammy! I pulled her up before she could finish me off and gave her the most urgent kiss I had in me. She broke loose and bent over the car door while hiking up the hem of her dress. *quot;Do me!*quot; she cried. *quot;Do me; do me NOW!*quot; She poked her little butt out toward me and wiggled it. That wiggle got me. I could have almost cum just watching her do that!I moved my rampant cock up and down the outer groove of her pussy a couple times, marveling at the slickness there. I thought how charming she looked with her skirt gathered and held up out of the way, holding onto the car door with the other hand and hunching her little ass back and up, ready for me to 'do' her. I pulled back and güvenilir bahis rammed my dick all the way up her hole in the first thrust. She. Was. Slick! I sawed in and out, in and out. She bent down even more so I could go deeper. Each time I slammed home I could almost feel I was banging up against her cervix. On the out stroke she clamped down on me and I thought I could feel that rough area that was her G spot. She shuddered and continued to wiggle her hips. *quot;Much more of that and I'm gonna cum!*quot; I told her. *quot;Hold your hips still!*quot; *quot;Fuck me!*quot; she yelled. Shit, she spooked the hawks above! They flapped their wings and squawked, veering off to get away from this screaming banshee! *quot;Fuckmefuckmefuckme! Fuckmefuckmefuckme! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!*quot; She kept screaming as she slammed her little ass back at me in her urgency. We started a rhythm; every *quot;fuckme*quot; I'd slam home. She'd inhale as I pulled back, then *quot;Fuckme*quot; and I'd thrust in again. Her hole got so hot from all the friction, even with her secretions, and there was a lot of that! And our breathing got more and more ragged, hers from hoarseness from her yelling *quot;fuckme*quot; and mine from doing what she wanted. My thrusts got more and more insistant and her *quot;fuckmes*quot; got more and more labored. We were both getting dripping wet with sweat and heated up from all the exertion! I felt her fat pussy lips swell from the irritation. That was EROTIC! Even if she relaxed, her pussy would tighten more and more from the irritation! We were both gonna be sore later! I was having a time ramming into her, but my cock was harder than it's ever been before! I rammed. She slammed back at me. I rammed again. She slammed back, her muscles spasming as she moaned one loooong last pleading moan. She came, clamping down on my dick. She wiggled... and I lost it! I thought I felt her cervix as I forced my head through it, and I could feel fire rush up the trunk of my dick and gather at the head for just an instant before exploding HARD and spewing straight into her womb. Jet after jet, it just kept cumming! Rockets exploded! I felt light headed, it was so intense!We froze like that, each enjoying the spasms of the other. She clenching my cock convulsively with her pussy muscles, and I twitching my cock in its waning eruptions. Both of us gasped for breath as our hearts raced and ever so gradually calmed down to a more normal beat. I could feel her heart pounding through the walls of her relaxing pussy. We stayed suspended there in the euphoria of the the moment for several minutes until we both came down off our cloud, and we both breathed in deeply and gradually let it out at the same time. *quot;Whew!*quot; I said, *quot;That was amazing!*quot;*quot;Yeah!*quot; was all she could muster to say. I left my gradually shriveling cock where it was, but it slowly shrank and slipped out on its own. She squished up her face as it finally left the comfort of her pulsing pussy and plopped out.She dropped the hem of her dress, turned around, and gave me a very passionate heated kiss --the kind a girl gives her lover just after getting such a delicious fuck from him. She shrugged her shoulders in satisfaction, and smiled up at me with that *quot;thank you*quot; look on her face. Then she looked both right and left, up and down the road. Not a soul in sight. We'd done it all without getting caught.She slowly walked around to her side of the car, swinging that delightful ass of hers for my enjoyment and smiling a cat-ate-the-canary smile as she went. I felt pretty good myself, as I opened the door and got in. I started the engine as she closed her door. The car roared to life, and I put it into first. I wheeled around, then backed up and turned the car around. We headed back toward the main road we had just turned off of. I looked both ways when we got back to the road, then turned left, heading back the way we'd come. Not half a mile back, I noticed a road to the left. We'd missed our first opportunity turn! I turned onto it and pushed down on the gas pedal. At eight thousand revs I shifted, then shifted again as we gained speed. It was a similar side road as the one we were just on. Nothing in sight but corn on both sides of the road. This road, though, had intersections every mile or so. Barb was snuggled up to me, but she had her instruction sheet in her hand. She read from it: *quot;Turn left at the first opportunity. Then pass three stops and turn right at the bridge.*quot; I double clutched, down shifted, and let her rip. The car almost sounded like it a horse snorting when given the spur. I could just imagine it raring up on its back wheels and taking off. I loved that car almost as much as I loved my audacious girlfriend!First left. Then one rolling stop. Double clutch, shift, floor it. Clutch. Shift again... We were enjoying what the rallye was for: Pilot, navigator, machine. We sailed through that sheet, hit the checkpoint, and flew through another. Five checkpoints without a hitch, and the last thing on the last sheet said, *quot;turn into the Boars Head and come inside.*quot; We were third from the last car in the lot. I was sure we had lost the rallye, but I didn't give a rat's rip. It was an enjoyable day and we were both thirsty and famished. As we entered, we heard a bunch of people clapping from the banquet room to the side. Our fellow rallyers were welcoming us in. The judge clicked his watch as we sat down at the long table. Not two minutes later the last two teams ran through the door, bumping into each other as they all four tried to enter first. We all turned and clapped them in. Every team had finished. And a good time was had by all!