Sex Storm (Working Title)

Copyright © 2008 by Crystal Barela

The left wiper squeaked with every pass across the cracked windshield of my pick-up truck. Each swipe over the smooth glass caused my innards to cringe. Two feet of vinyl separated me from my girl, Carla.

It had been her idea to go to the strip club, not mine. Why was she so pissed I enjoyed watching naked chicks shake their asses? My dick was hard, just like Carla liked it. I shifted in the seat, wanting nothing more than for my woman to stop with this jealousy bullshit and suck my cock.

“Stop the truck.”

I gripped the wheel tighter. That little fantasy wasn’t going to happen. My eyes darted from the barely visible highway to Carla, her pale cheeks flushed with anger. Her beautiful bow lips were tightened into an angry line. Curly red hair sprung around her head in an angry halo. A bolt of lightening lit the sky and set the corkscrews aflame.

I wanted to put my hand in the fire. “Baby, I—”

“Stop the fucking truck!”

I slammed on the brakes and the truck fishtailed, my cowboy hat flying. Carla screamed grasping the door handle, as I grabbed hold of the steering wheel. The truck weaved back and fourth half a dozen times before it slid across the pavement into a crooked stop along the shoulder, horns honking around us.

“Asshole!” Carla’s breasts heaved, barely kept from view by the plunging white v-neck tank she wore. If you asked me, I was the one who should be jealous. Her jean skirt was practically a belt it was so short, showing off her long toned legs and her favorite red cowboy boots.

She flung the door open and jumped down to the pavement and immediately started cursing the rain.

What the fuck did she expect? They were in a monsoon.

In the review mirror I could see Carla had her thumb out.

Of all the—I picked up my hat and jumped out of the cab. Thunder shook the earth, followed by another flash of lightening. Carla was soaked through. Her already indecent tank top now made pornographic by the pounding rain. Dark nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric. My dick twitched.

I grabbed her hitching hand and pulled her against me, bringing that thumb to the hardness beneath my fly.

“Pervert!” she screamed. But I saw the desire in her eyes in the passing car lights before she tried to shake from my grip. She was tall; the same height as me in her cowboy boots. Farm raising had made her strong. With difficulty I drug her behind the truck and pressed her against the cold rusty steel with my hips.

“Listen to me!” I shouted and she turned her head away. I grabbed her chin and forced her face foreword. Her hair was matted to her head. Mascara was now in wet tracks down her cheeks. Rain pounded down in a torrent, and in a flash of passing headlights I could see the pinking of Carla’s cleavage. God, she was hot.

“Nothing to say?” She whispered and her tongue took a slow ride around her lips. Carla swiveled her hips against mine, daring me. My eyes shot up and down the highway and I hesitated.

“Pussy,” she hissed.

“Bitch.”

I tugged her skirt to her waist.

She laughed.

Tore her thong.

My fingers slid between sopping wet folds of pussy.

My balls ached.

“I hate you!”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

She humped my hand as I worked open my fly. I’d give her those few moments before I fucked her. Let her ride my fingers.

Zipper down and cock out, I shoved her into the cab and grabbed her wet hair. I pushed her face into the wet cab seat. Carla’s round ass waved in the air as she tried to get away. I forced her legs apart and found my home between her thighs. My huge hard-on, slid through her ass crack, skidding to a stop at the entrance to her juicy hole. Thunder shook the truck and I plunged forward, hitting the back of her womb. She cried out and reached for the steering wheel. I took a hold of her shoulder in one hand and yanked her hair in the other. I forced her pussy onto my cock. Used her wet cunt to stroke my dick. I jammed her against me. Made her fuck me.

I was cold everywhere but where I bodies connected. The rain came down harder.

Carla wiggled a hand beneath her. I could feel her fingertips tugging her clit. I was too selfish. Too mad to help her get off. This was about my cock in her pussy. The velvet heat of her tunnel massaging my dick.

She was now pressing her ass back against me. I let go of her shoulder and slipped my hands around to fondle her breasts. Carla’s nipples were hard from the rain and the pussy pounding I was giving her. I pinched her nips and her cunt squeezed my dick. I tugged again, milking her tits so her pussy would milk my dick. With each snap of my finger her insides squeezed my cock.
Carla screamed my name and her body shook like a fish on the end of the line as she came. She fell limp against the seat and I squeezed her hips, jacking my prick until it went off, jets of come coating her insides.

“Those girls were hot, weren’t they?” Carla whispered satisfaction in every word.

For a moment, anger flared again, but I held it in check and pulled my dick from her pussy. Carla turned over, legs spread, rain pelting her bare thighs. I watched her hand slide over the skirt bunched at her waist and through the smooth skin of her pussy. She shifted on the seat so that the rain would hit her cunt lips and closed her eyes.

“Not as hot as you.”

She smiled. That was just what she wanted to hear.