Moral Degeneration

There were 2 GPS trackers attached to the Elle. Both very well hidden, but it was the year 2000, they were fairly big. I pretty much had to tear the Chevelle apart, but I felt like I found them all. If not I would know soon enough. The government didn’t like to leave an asset on the move, and would start following me once they realized I put the trackers on other vehicles. 

 

As Sunday evening came around I finally left Washington D.C. and headed North to New York City. Audrey and I hadn’t signed anything. She would get the contracts and we would review when I got back to Minneapolis. The feds tried to push to find out what I was doing, but I shot them down. 

Only a 5 hour drive from D.C. to New York I spent my time calling all the girls. One by one I told them I was safe and caught up with them. Audrey was the only one I told about my future kid’s genders. The girls were happy to hear from me, and I was already filling up my schedule for when I got back into town. The last call was my most recent booty call. 

 

“Hello,” the sweet voice said on the other line. I didn’t recognize the voice though. 

“Hey, this is Russ,” I said. “A doctor…whose name I can’t remember, gave this number to me.”

“Are you a boy?” The woman asked. 

“I am,” I said. “Let me guess, you’re a girl.”

She laughed loudly. “Of course. Honey! Phone.” 

A breathless voice answered. “Russ?”

“It’s me. Sorry, I had to head out of town,” I said. “I’ll be in New York for the next few days though if you want to meet up.” 

“New York?” She asked. I noticed 2 women on the side of the road. I was just about to get on the interstate but pulled over. Their thumbs out they laughed and ran my way as cars drove around me. 

 

“Yeah, for…business,” I said. “We could do that thing if you wanted.”

“Uh, let me…talk to my wife,” she said and they began talking back and forth over the phone. 

“Hey, you mind if we throw our stuff in your trunk?” One girl asked, pounding on it. Looking in the rear view mirror, they were a couple of hippies. I threw them the key for the trunk. The Chevelle was far too old to have a fancy trunk release up front. 

The hitchhikers threw their stuff in as the doctor came back on the line. “We uh, are you free Friday?”

“I might be,” I said. “I’ll call you back if we get close to that. If not, I'll try to swing by D.C. on my way home.”

“Ok, thanks,” she said, and I hung up as the hitchhikers got in. My car was a 2 door so the first girl opened it and made the passenger seat lean forward as she jumped into the back. 

“Nice car,” she said. The other girl moved the passenger seat back and handed me the trunk key.

“You’re a boy?” She asked, holding onto the key. 

 

“You’re a girl,” I said, taking it and clipping it onto the main set. “Where to, ladies?” I eyed her then the girl in back. 

 

The girl in back was the stereotypical hippie. Tie dye shirt that didn’t cover her midriff, dark brown jacket with fake fur at the sides and collar, red sunglasses, curly blonde hair that went down to her chest, tight jeans that were ripped up. The girl in the passenger seat was a little more my type. Some actual breasts she had nice C-Cups where her nipples were showing because she wasn’t wearing a bra. As slim as the other girl she had black hair that was cut like a boys. The tops of her ear, nose, and cheeks were red from the mild cold. Wearing just a simple T-shirt and jeans I turned up the heat in the car. 

 

“Uh New York,” the girl beside me said. I nodded and rejoined traffic. The interstate was busy but it wasn’t long until we were on our way.

“I’m Russ, by the way,” I said. 

“Are you really a boy?” Blondie in back asked. 

“Dick and balls, and an Adam's apple,” I said. “Want to check?” 

“Sure,” she said. Leaning forward she stared at me in the rearview mirror as her hands moved along my chest. I was enjoying her lack of hesitation. Instead of sticking her hands in my waist band though she undid my belt and pulled my dick out. 

 

“Holy shit,” she said, her eyes transfixed to my crotch. The girl next to me had the same look in her eyes. Blondie began moving my pants around, lifting my balls to make sure they were actually connected to me. “Holy shit. How do you piss with this thing?”

I couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “It just kind of goes,” I admitted. “Can be unruly in the morning or after sex though.”

“How?” She asked, turning it this way and that. She looked up and turned on the overhead light so she could get a better look. 

“Different pipes. If I try to piss right after sex it takes a bit to switch back. And well in the morning cum or whatever gets stuck in there and can cause 2 streams.” 

 

“It gets stuck? I thought it was a liquid?” She asked, her head back next to mine as she stared at my face. 

“It is, but if it doesn’t all get sucked out, it’ll dry up in there,” I said as academically as I could. 

“Cool,” she said. “I’m Britta, by the way.” She let go of my dick, but kept her hands on my shoulder and head by my face. 

I turned to the dark haired girl. “Uh Freida,” she said. Her eyes were stuck on my dick. 

“Do you want to touch it?” I asked. 

She blushed but actually moved over. Her hands latched onto it she inspected my dick as thoroughly as Britta. “Look, it's getting bigger,” Britta said.

“It is,” I said, but they were entranced by it. I couldn’t help but let it harden. 

 

“I knew I should have sat in front. Lick it, see if it gets harder,” Britta said.

Freida almost did but paused. Looking up at me for permission I said, “You can if you want.” 

She nodded, biting her lip and leaned forward, licking the head. She sucked on it then moved down. Coming up for air she sniffed along the shaft then sniffed my balls.

 

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Britta said, practically hanging over me as she watched Frieda. “What’s it like, Freddy?” I got worried by the name but reached around and grabbed her breast, they were real. She came up with a giggle, not noticing or caring about the grope. 

 

“It tastes really good,” she said. “And the smell. I can’t describe it.”

“Fucking hell, move over, I want a turn,” she said. She moved to jump on her.

“Woah there,” I said. “Just take turns if you want. I have to drive and I don’t want you going all crazy on me.”

“You care if we do this?” Frieda asked. 

“Not really. I mean it feels good for me,” I said.

“See, I told you boys liked it. Never met one to try though,” Britta said. “Fine, you keep doing whatever. How long does it take boys to cum. You can cum with her mouth, right?”

“If you’re good at it,” I said. “Or hands. Pussies. Ass too if you’re feeling adventurous.”

“Fuck,” Britta said. “I’m doing all of the above. Hurry up, Freddy. I’m so horny now.”

“Fine, just shut up,” Frieda said. Leaning back over she started up again. 

 

“You care if I touch you?” I asked. She shook her head with my glans in her mouth. Pulling up her shirt I held onto her naked breast and squeezed it as I tried to focus on the traffic. Britta continued to ask questions as her friend or girlfriend or whatever blew me. 

 

“What feels good for boys?” She asked. “Not teeth, right? I had this girlfriend that absolutely loved me practically chewing on her clit.” 

“Fuck no,” I said. “I’m sure some guys like it, but I don’t.” Frieda opened her mouth wider to stop using her teeth. Sucking on the head she moved back down and sniffed heavily as she lightly licked my balls. “I like my balls sucked on or played with.”

“They don’t come without hair, right? Like you shave it?”

“Yep I shave it,” I said. “I don’t know. The head is sensitive. The further down you can go the better. And swallowing is really hot.”

“Swallowing?”

“My cum,” I said. “I’m told it tastes good.”

“Really?” She asked, looking down to Frieda. “Hurry up and share it. I want to try.” And she did. Frieda bobbed her head up and down. Coughing multiple times as she choked on me.

“That things huge. Like holy shit. I think I saw a porno with that size once,” Britta remarked. 

“You’re doing great,” I told Frieda. My hand moving down to her pants she squeaked as I moved down her trimmed bush to her own pussy. She sped up, moaning as I found her clit and played with it. I went slow though. At least until Britta started forcing her friend’s head down on my crotch. 

“Deal with it, he likes it,” Britta said and pushed harder. I groaned and was soon unloading in Frieda’s mouth. She took the first 2 spurts but then lifted off, letting the rest pool around my dick. 

 

“You wasted it,” Britta said.

“Hup da uck up,” Frieda said with her mouth full then kissed the girl over my shoulder. They both moaned, kissing next to me and my dick was hard again. 

“Fuck, that is good,” Britta said. “Move.”

“No,” Frieda said and moved back down, slurping up the cum she spilled then sucked the head to get the rest. She lifted back up then swallowed it all with a sigh. “Want sex?” She asked, taking off her shirt. I nodded, wide eyed as I stared at her tits then forced myself to look back at the street. 

“You want to get preggers?” Britta asked. 

“No, uh-” 

“I have condoms,” I said. 

“Well fuck. Let me blow him. Then we can fight over that,” Britta said. Frieda hesitated but the girls switched spots. Britta was small enough to lay flat on her stomach in the passenger seat, her legs against the door and her face in my lap. 

 

“Got your spit everywhere,” she said as she jerked me off. “This thing is stiff. Does it hurt going in?”

 

“Hurt me? No. For the girls? Just at the start,” I assured, but she wasn’t listening as she sucked on the head. Her legs kicking happily she sat up, took off her coat and went right back to it. 

 

“Are we weird?” Frieda asked as she leaned in next to my face. Locking eyes with her in the mirror I shook my head. 

 

“No, most girls are curious,” I admitted. 

 

“Is this the fastest anyone started sucking you off?” 

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Jeez, must happen a lot if you don’t know,” she said. “How old are you?” Britta thrust as far as she could, coughing as I reached her throat she grabbed my balls and pulled them up to reach her. She sniffed in deeply and moaned. 

 

“15,” I said. 

 

“15?” Both girls yelled as they sat up. “Why are you driving?”

 

“Because I want to,” I said with a shrug. Britta looked down to my dick and licked her lips. I pulled her back and kissed her. She moaned then I pushed her back down. She ignored my age and kept going. 

 

“Why do you need to get to New York?” I asked.  

 

“Seeing a friend,” Frieda said. “You want to come with?”

 

“Depends, you’re not gonna lock me up and use me as a sex slave, right?” I asked. 

 

“Ha,” she said. “I don’t think so. But the sex sounds fun.”

 

“Oh yeah?” I asked. She nodded and began rubbing my shoulders as she nibbled on my ear lobe. 

 

“Definitely, as long as you got condoms, at least,” she said. “Dang, you’re cute though. We would make a cute kid.”

 

“Probably,” I said. Despite her short hair she was a beauty. Dark hair, nice rack, I remembered something and moved my Lineage Bracelet to her, then to Britta. It didn’t beep and I let out a sigh. My dad lived around here. I had to make sure I didn’t end up fucking my sister. 

 

“Frieda was already done by now,” Britta said. “How can I make you give me a white creamy drink?”

 

“Sorry, I was enjoying myself. Speed up and go down deeper and I’ll cum,” I said. She nodded and began to work. My hand on the back of her head she choked on my cock happily. My groin drenched, I came in her mouth and she took all of it. 

 

Sitting up she didn’t share and swallowed it all. “Bitch,” Frieda said, pinching the girl's nipple. 

 

“Sorry,” Britta said. “You can have it out of the condom. Where are they?”

 

“Glovebox,” I said. She opened it to reveal a whole box. 

 

“Holy cockballs,” she said. “I knew you were rich with the car, but still…”

 

“I like a good time,” I said. 

 

“How do I?…”

 

I frowned but pulled over. Showing them both how to apply a condom she didn’t hesitate to straddle me in the front seat. Almost desperate to have her first guy. Britta was descending on me while facing me. Cursing the whole time she eventually got to the bottom and came. 

 

“Fuck!” She squealed as her cunt poured juice on me. Her body was shaking as my hands held her ass. She was skinny enough to sit between me and the steering wheel. 

 

“Quick shot much?” Frieda laughed. 

 

“I guess so,” Britta groaned. “This shit is like the best. Fuck toys. This thing is-god- it’s reaching all new spots.” I flexed my dick and she shuddered.  Kissing me she moaned and began going up and down. 

 

When she was out of breath she moved her head to my shoulder and began to make out with Frieda. Cumming again and again she gave up and it was Frieda’s turn. 

 

It was an odd thing with her on me. Though the situation between the 2 hippies was the same, I preferred the darker haired Frieda. She rode me and came just as often but her lips never left mine. My hands helping to lift her up. She never tired. 

 

Grunting and groaning in one another’s mouths she became tighter and came harder. When I sped her up to cum she instinctively moved faster and we came together. With a gasp, she rested her head on my shoulder and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know where you’re going, but take me with you,” she whispered. 

 

I guessed whatever I felt she had too. “Okay,” I found myself saying and we were kissing again.