I was cuffed to the post by the kitchen counter in Geena’s apartment, blindfolded, gagged, and cold. My nipples poked through the thick carpet of hair on my chest. Geena liked it when my nipples stood out like this. She’d tease them and flick them with various implements. Before the knock on our door about thirty seconds ago, she’d been rubbing ice on them.

She’d heard the knock and told me to stay put. So here I was, staying as put as possible and shaking like a man-shaped jello mold from the cold and embarrassment that she’d opened the door to someone while my hairy, muscular ass was on full display to whomever was behind the door. I say “muscular ass” because…goddamn – seriously my ass is fantastic. I’m a boxer, and everyone knows that power comes from the ass, and Geena loves my ass.

“Hey, Wendy!” I heard Geena from behind. My ears perked up. I’d last seen Wendy on St. Patrick’s day.

I heard a soft giggle and some muffled words from Wendy. She is one of Geena’s artsy friends. She spoke so softly that I could barely hear her. I’d known Wendy through Geena for a while. Within the first few meetings between us and Wendy, Geena had explained our relationship at a bar while we were all out together.

Geena loved embarrassing me in front of her friends by going into graphic detail about our sex life. Later that night, Wendy had even gotten a free demonstration when Geena dragged me into the women’s bathroom, made me strip in a stall, and proceeded to spank me while she forced me to masturbate for Wendy. Wendy had loved it and been impressed with my cock. She wouldn’t stop talking about how surprised she’d been when I went from a little fella to a full raging beast.

One of Wendy’s specialties was that she takes castings of penises and makes dildos from them. When she’d seen mine, she’d immediately wanted to make one for Geena. Geena has it now and keeps it on display in her apartment. She has used it on me more than once. She can’t help herself; she makes the same joke about me fucking myself every time she uses it on me.

“Oh no bother, Mike and I are just having some fun. What were you thinking?” Geena asked.

Another muffled response. This seemed like a long explanation. I could hear Geena giving little, “uh-huhs” and “oooohs” throughout.

“Cannon Falls? That’s a pretty long drive, but it sure is pretty country, isn’t it?” Geena said. “Mike, do you have enough money to fill up the Wagoneer for a 6 hour round trip?”

“Why?” I said, but it didn’t come out right. With the ball gag in it just sounded like, “Ayee.”

“Great!” Geena took my grunt as a confirmation. “We’ll meet you in the parking lot in twenty minutes, Wendy. Thanks for thinking of us!”

I heard the door shut and the hard knocking of Geena’s six inch heels against the floor as she moved back to where I was still staying as put as possible. I felt one gloved hand grab a handful of my buttocks. Her large breasts pressed against my naked side, and her other hand grabbed my balls.

“Hey, babe, good news,” she rubbed my hairy sack with one hand while two fingers from her other moved to my asshole. “We’re going to go on a roadtrip with Wendy.”

She moved from my balls to my shaft for a quick squeeze before her fingers traced the line of hair from the base of my cock to my belly button.

“Mmgghh.” Was all I could manage to say through the gag.

“Come on, let’s get dressed and pack a small bag just in case we stay the night in Cannon Falls.” She now had two fingers inside my ass while her other hand continued its journey up my body to my erect nipple. She pinched it and twisted it while she gave me a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of her fingers being inside of me.

“Ok…I guess we need to get ready.” I could hear the reluctance in her voice. She sighed and uncuffed me. “C’mon, get that sexy ass dressed. We have to meet Wendy by the car in twenty.”

“Hey, cool car!” Wendy said.

I smiled at her. I loved this car. I found myself momentarily unable to look away from Wendy. She was the complete opposite of Geena. She was small, I bet no bigger than five foot tall. She had short, red hair and a freckled face. Where Geena was a curvy, voluptuous, big-breasted goddess, Wendy was small, petite, and had breasts that I really wanted to put in my hands. They looked like they’d fit perfectly in my palms.

She was dressed in the same outfit I usually saw her in. She wore overalls splattered with paint. What made her hard to look away from was that she didn’t wear a bra or shirt under the overalls. So, from the side you got an amazing view of those small breasts.

Geena saw me staring, gave me a bump with her hip, and leered at me with a wicked smile. I much preferred Geena’s body type. I liked a taller girl who was curvy in all the right places. She was at least nine or ten inches taller than Wendy who looked so tiny next to the two of us.

“Yeah it’s one of Mike’s most loved possessions. Don’t get him started on it, unless that’s all you want to talk about for the three hours to Cannon Falls.” Geena laughed and nudged me with an elbow to let me know she was kidding.

“Thanks, Wendy. My grandpa bought this Wagoneer for my dad when he and Mom first got married. When I left for college, dad gave it to me and told me that grandpa always meant for me to have it.”

I got a little misty-eyed thinking about grandpa. Geena noticed, wrapped a gentle arm around my shoulders, and gave me a squeeze. She’d never get the chance to meet him, and that always made me sad. I think he’d have really loved her. I gave a little laugh and tried to shrug it off.

“My grandpa is the one that got me into boxing, you know. I used to sit in his lap and watch fights on tv or listen to them with him on the radio. He’d spend the whole fight explaining every little detail. If we listened on the radio, he’d show me what the announcers were talking about. He’s the one that taught me to throw my first punch.”

“Oh, that’s super sweet. I love big, hairy sensitive guys.” Wendy smiled at Geena. She gave Geena a slap on her big, gorgeous ass. “You lucky, bitch.”

“Ow! I liked that!” Geena winked at Wendy. “Tell her what you call the car, baby”

‘Boom Boom!” I said proudly as I slapped the hood of the Wagoneer.

“Wait, do I have to worry about this thing blowing up, do I?”

Geena laughed at her friend.

“Of course not,” I replied. “One of the best fighters I’ve ever seen was Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini. It was his nickname. My grandpa used to tell me, ‘Watch how hard he hits. Every hit, bang, bang, bang. Like little explosions.’ I still remember watching him win his first title. It’s one of my favorite memories with grandpa, and just like Mancini – this baby packs a punch.”

It was nice to reminisce about my grandpa. He’d been gone for a few years now, and I still really missed him. Wendy broke me out of my reverie when she stood on her tiptoes and pinched me on my cheek.

“You got a good one here, Geena. A soft-hearted, kind boy that’s built like a brick house.” She licked her lips. “You’re a lucky woman.”

“More like he’s a lucky man,” Geena laughed and smacked me hard on the ass.

“Oof! I felt that one!” Wendy grimaced mockingly. The girls giggled and stared at me predatorily as they loaded into the car. I blushed and went about getting everyone’s luggage loaded on top of Boom Boom.

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The girls were discussing a project they both had to turn in next week. I had kind of tuned them out, they were in a world all their own. I had my hand on Geena’s thigh, she was turned in her seat, talking to Wendy in the back. The trip to Cannon Falls was beautiful. Lots of winding roads through the country, small farms, and a gorgeous day to boot.

“I’ve heard this store has some gorgeous frames,” Wendy said. “I’ve been looking for some older antique frames for a piece I’m working on, and Margot said she was up here last weekend and the antique store we’re heading to has a big inventory of them.”

“What are you working on?” Geena asked. “Is it anything I’ve seen?”

“I don’t think so. Here…” I looked over my shoulder.

Wendy rummaged through her bag until she found what she was looking for and handed it to Geena. Geena took it and whistled in appreciation.

“Oh, lord! This is what you’re painting. I have got to see this when it’s done. Look at this, Mike. Oh my god this is so hot!” Geena shoved a picture in my face.

I’m not sure words could ever do it justice, but here we go. It was probably, hands down the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and that’s including the twenty-year collection of playboys and penthouse magazines that my best friend’s uncle Chuck had hidden in the trailer behind his house.

It was Wendy, laid out on the floor and completely naked. She had her back up against the footboard of her bed, her short red hair was a mess, and you couldn’t see her face because she had a big fancy Polaroid camera covering it. She must have taken it in a mirror because I could see the flash from the camera. Wendy’s legs were spread wide with a woman’s face buried in her lap. All you could see of the other woman were long, tan legs leading up to a small round ass. You could see everything. Her asshole and her pussy on full display.

I actually blushed after seeing the picture. Geena laughed when she saw the red creeping up my face.

“Oh, do you like what you see, Mike?” Geena asked with a hungry look in her eyes.

“You know, what you can’t see there, Mike, is that I had a camcorder set up all night, recording me and my friend Lilly. By the end of the night, we were exhausted. Maybe I’ll let Geena borrow that video sometime.”

“Oh, my god, you would!” Geena’s voice lilted upwards in her excitement. Her hand was on my thigh now, and I felt her fingernails dig into my leg. I winced but said nothing.

“You’ll love it Geena. I used some of the toys you gave me. I tied her up, at one point, face down across my bed and I absolutely reddened her ass with that little whip. I’m getting wet just thinking about hitting Lilly’s perfect little ass.”

“Did you use the knot I was showing you?” Geena’s hand was caressing my leg now. I could feel her light touch through the denim of my jeans as she playfully stroked my thigh.

“I did. You were right. Once you figure it out, it’s easy. Lilly was a real screamer too. Just thinking about it gives me chills.”

“Maybe I can show you some new knots later. I love tying Mike up. He’s such a good sport when it comes to demonstration.” This time she dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of my groin. I bit my lip, holding back a gasp.

“Maybe we’ll show you today.” Her fingers found my semi-hard cock. Between the pictures and all this talk, I was getting a little excited. “Mike here seems to be much more interested in our conversation than he was earlier.”

“A live demo would be nice. I haven’t seen a real-life cock in a long time. It’s been almost a month.” Wendy had her hand on Geena’s arm. She was leaning forward from the backseat, rubbing my girlfriend seductively.

“Oh, that’s way too long to have gone without seeing a cock, honey. Mike, take off your pants.” She looked at me expectantly. Wendy squealed and clapped her hands.

“Now? I’m driving!” I choked back my embarrassment. I couldn’t be in a car going down a highway naked. I’ve driven past at least five big trucks in the last ten miles.

“Take your pants off.” That wasn’t Geena’s sweet, playful, girlfriend voice. That was the voice of my mistress.

Without any more argument, I unbuttoned the fly of my jeans in one smooth motion. With one hand on the wheel, I lifted my hips and slid my jeans to my ankles. My penis was only partially erect. It was still in that stage where you couldn’t tell how big I really was.

“There, mistress. I’ve taken them off.”

Wendy showed her appreciation with a soft whistle. Geena merely grunted, bent over, and started rummaging in her bag. Her black bag. She always had it with her. I’d asked why she was bringing it. We were just going to be on the road all day. She’d just shrugged and said that you never know when you’ll need it.

She pulled a small black switch out of her bag. I had flashbacks to the night before, on all fours, face buried in the living room rug, and hearing that small, thin leather strap whistling through the air.

“Mike, you know I love you. I’m fair, right? I feel like I can be too lenient at times, though.” Geena turned to face me. She looked disappointed in me. Then I heard the whistle.

The small switch stung my naked thigh and I couldn’t help but suck in a pained breath.

“When I said take off your pants,” Wendy giggled with excitement as Geena reprimanded me, “I’m wondering if you heard drop your trousers to your ankles – and not take your fucking pants off?”

I heard it cut through the air again and I winced. This time it hit the pubic area right above the base of my penis.

“Gaaah,” spit flew out of my mouth as I gasped.

“So, let’s try this again. Take. Off. Your. Pants.” She punctuated each word with another sting.

I considered telling her that I was driving. That taking my pants off could be dangerous, but I knew better. This was a command, not a request.

I kicked off a sneaker without any issue. I took my foot off the pedal to take off my other boot. When I did, the car decelerated quickly. I heard the deep, thrumming blare of an eighteen-wheeler’s horn quickly coming up behind me. I panicked and put my foot back on the gas, pants still on.

Another swat. Another welt raised up on my thigh.

I tried again. This time, I timed it well. I got back up to speed, and pulled away from the approaching truck. As soon as I felt I had a good gap between us, I quickly pushed my sneaker off with my other foot, reached down to grab them and threw them in the back so they wouldn’t get stuck under a pedal and put my foot back onto the gas.

Another whistle, followed by the biting reminder that I was taking too long. I managed to get my left foot out of my jeans, halfway there. Then I felt the tip of Geena’s punishing rod gently caress the tip of my penis. I swallowed hard, knowing I needed to get the other leg off. I took the placement of the stinger as a threat.

I finally kicked the jeans off my other leg and Geena purred.

“That’s a good boy.” The switch bit down on the tip of my penis and I cried out again. “Next time, you need to be quicker.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I answered her command. When she got serious with me like this, ordering me around, it sent shivers down my spine. She drove me crazy in the best possible way.

“You are a strict mistress, Geena.” Wendy said appreciatively.

Wendy was on her knees now, leaning on the console between Geena and my seats. She was leering at my wounded penis, practically drooling.

“Mike can be slow sometimes, but he’s getting better. I’m breaking this stallion slowly but surely. So, what do you think of this thoroughbred’s cock?”

Geena hooked the switch under my growing penis and lifted it up, putting it on display for Wendy. I was blushing bright red. I could feel the heat in my neck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the embarrassment of other people seeing me. Geena loves to show me off, but I’m still far from comfortable. She loves pushing my boundaries.

I swallowed. At least Wendy’s seen me before, it’s a little less weird, I thought.

Just then I heard the loud horn again. It made me jump. I looked up and I could see a male passenger in the big eighteen-wheeler beside us staring down at me. He had a front row seat to my growing excitement. He turned to the driver and gestured down at me.

“Get hard.” Geena commanded.

“This is my favorite part!” Wendy clapped her hands and bounced up and down like a little girl.

When the passenger looked back down, he got an eyeful of me stroking myself. I kept my eyes on the road in front of me, too embarrassed to look up. Wendy was having herself a good time as she leaned forward over the middle console and flashed her tits. Geena kept her eyes locked on me.

I slowed down, hoping the truck would move on. The truck honked its horn at us in appreciation as they drove on ahead.

“You like it when strangers see you exposed, don’t you, my naughty little slave.” Geena flicked her switch out and struck me on my thigh again.

“I don’t.” I admitted.

Geena twisted her lips into a frown. “If you don’t, then why is your cock so hard? Isn’t it strange that it got so hard so fast with that truck beside you?” Once again, my dick has betrayed me.

Wendy had unclasped her overalls and her tits were hanging free. They were small, delightful mounds that made my mouth water.

“You remember the copy-cock I made for you?” Wendy asked.

Geena’s attention turned away from me. “Of course! I love it when I can strap that on. Mike can’t get enough of fucking himself.” Geena giggled. “Mike, tell Wendy how much you love feeling your own cock inside your tight little butt.”

I looked over to Wendy, as I continued to stroke my now erect phallus. “Wendy, I really love it when Geena fucks me with my own cock,” I say flatly. “You really made a great dildo for her.”

“Take your shirt off, Mike.” Geena commanded.

I bit my lip and pulled one arm off, then the other, then as quick as I could, I held the wheel steady with my knee and pulled my shirt over my head. I tossed my shirt into the back and looked to Geena for her approval.

Geena nodded then leaned over the console and toyed with my right nipple.

“I knew you guys loved it. I’ve made another, and it’s seriously my masterpiece. Do you want to see it?” Wendy asked.

“Please,” Geena purred. “I’d love a new toy to use on my naughty little boy.”

“Ok, hold on,” Wendy rummaged around in her bag. “So, I had this model in my studio last week. He had the biggest, most freakishly large cock I’ve ever seen, and it had the weirdest shape. I made two, and I thought the perfect way to pay you back for the ride would be for me to give you my spare. Here it is!”

I couldn’t see what Wendy had extracted from her bag, but I felt the hair raise up on my neck hearing her description followed by Geena’s reaction.

“Oh, my fucking god! That is a thing of beauty. We have to use it.” Geena flicked her eyes to me. I could see that insatiable look creep into her face. I still hadn’t seen the copy-cock.

“Can we try it tonight?” Wendy asked. I could hear the excitement in her voice. “To be honest, I want to see someone use it, I’m a little scared of it. If anyone can demo it, it’s got to be Mike.”

“I think my little stallion can handle anything.” Geena cooed at me with baby talk. “I don’t think we’ll use it tonight though.”

I sighed, relieved. I really didn’t want to try something new with Wendy watching. Especially something that Wendy was afraid to try herself.

“Aw, shucks.” Wendy pouted. “Why not?”

Geena grinned a wicked, toothy smile and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me flinch and jerk the wheel to the left.

“Because we’re going to try it right now.”

“What? Right here, while I’m driving?” I asked. “I don’t think that’s a very good -”

“I love that idea, Geena, but it might be hard to get it in him while he’s driving.” Wendy cut me off.

Geena reached back and took the dildo from Wendy and tossed it onto the dashboard. It took my breath away. Saying this was one of the biggest dildos I’d ever seen was an understatement. Whoever was walking around town with this cock was a rare breed.

It was at least ten inches long, and it had the strangest shape. From the base of the cock to the tip, it tapered off so that the tip of it looked like a normal dick, but as it went down it got wider and wider. I didn’t think there would be any way that I could take that monstrosity. Who the fuck owned a cock like that?

“Yeah, I don’t think we can do it while we’re driving. We definitely can’t do it while he drives, so one of us would have to drive while the other fucked him in the back, and where’s the fun in that?” Wendy tapped her long finger on her full, red lips while she thought, and I stared at my ass’s destiny.

I was afraid of it. I don’t mind admitting it. I absolutely did not think I could get more than the first two or three inches in me. Geena had never put anything near that large in me.

“You know what we should do?” Wendy asked. “We should just pull over and try it out right here on the side of the road. We could all get in the back and have a really good time.

“I love that idea. Mike, pull over.” Another command.

“Are you sure? Parking on the side of the road is not very safe.” I tried to inject a little sanity back into the conversation, but the girls weren’t having it.

Geena’s eyes narrowed and I saw her grip tighten on the leather switch. No words were needed, the threat was implicit.

I put my hazard lights on and pulled off onto the shoulder. All day I had been watching the beautiful scenery fly by. Now that we’d stopped, even though I was fully naked, I couldn’t help but enjoy it.

We were on a small country highway, about an hour from Cannon Falls. Traffic had been relatively light. One car flew by us as I put Boom Boom into park. Geena crawled into the back seat with Wendy.

“Turn off the car, Mike, and come back here. Bring the copy-cock with you.” Geena commanded.

I felt my asshole tighten reflexively at the thought of getting this enormous cock inside me. I swallowed hard, grabbed the cock, and crawled in the back. My own erection wiggled and swung as I threw a leg over the console and shimmied back with the girls.

Geena was pulling Wendy’s overalls the rest of the way off. She was completely nude, and although I liked my girls with more meat, with more curve, I couldn’t help but stare at Wendy’s small, supple body. She was so small compared to Geena and I, and the juxtaposition was mouthwatering.

“Lean over the back of the seat, Mike.”

I did as instructed. First, I handed the dildo to Geena, then I got my knees up on the back seat and leaned over it, facing the back window. I felt Wendy’s fingers running through the thick matt of dark hair that blanketed my chest.

I was positioned between the two girls. Geena massaged my buttocks as her fingers began to creep closer to my anus. She toyed with me for a moment. I was torn between ecstasy and a sort of shy embarrassment, being exposed like this in front of Wendy, even though this was far from the first time she’d seen me naked.

“I don’t know,” Geena said. “It feels kind of cramped in here. I really want to be able to stretch my legs while mounting this very fuckable ass from behind.”

“I think I know what you’re thinking, you naughty slut,” Wendy could barely contain the mirth bubbling up within her. I could hear it in her high, lilting voice.

“Do you?”

I looked to my left at Geena’s beautiful face. I didn’t dare hope that she’d spare me today. My cock was raging hard. The shame and embarrassment were bad enough in here. Anytime a car drives by they would see what we’re doing, if she was thinking what I thought she was thinking.

“Oh, no. There’s no way. No way, Geena.” I was shaking my head wildly, praying that I was wrong.

“Let’s get some fresh air, Mike. Unless of course you’re afraid.” She was challenging me. “You can always say our safe word and we’ll just get back up front and head to Cannon Falls.”

“Don’t be a party pooper, Mike. There’s nothing to be scared of. You got two bad bitches here to protect your dainty little ass out there in the big scary world.” Wendy was taunting me as well, daring me to back out.

“I don’t know…” I trailed off.

Geena knew she had me.

“Out of the car, princess.” Her eyes burned with lust. My heart felt as if it were trying to tear itself free of my chest.

Geena was the only one wearing any clothes as we stepped out of the car. It was a beautiful, warm spring day. The air smelled sweet with a faint promise of rain. I stood in the grass, naked as the day I was born with Wendy beside me, equally as naked. I was having trouble not focusing on the giant copy-cock in Geena’s hand. I still couldn’t get over wondering who that belonged to in the real world.

“We can’t have this, honey.” Wendy pulled off Geena’s shirt and unsnapped her bra. As she removed her bra, Wendy buried her face deep in the soft crevice between Geena’s large, voluptuous breasts.

A car drove by and honked seven quick honks. It slowed down as much as it felt it could safely and then it disappeared over the hill. I wanted to cover and hide myself behind Boom Boom.

“Thank you, Wendy. Be a dear and grab some rope out of the back. I have a really naughty idea.” Geena slapped Wendy on her butt then turned her attention to me.

Another car drove by. I heard it coming and this time I couldn’t help myself. I crouched down against the front wheel, as far away from the line of sight of the oncoming vehicle as possible, covering my erection with both hands. Geena stood proudly, breasts out, and waved as the car passed.

“What are we going to do with you?” She clicked her tongue at me disapprovingly. “You’ve got to learn not to be ashamed of being seen. Well today, I’m going to help you get over that fear as much as I can.”

Just then, Wendy came back to the front, skipping happily along with two lengths of rope in her hand and naked as a jaybird. Her little breasts jiggled gleefully with each bounce.”

“There were two back there, and I thought…I dunno, maybe Geena could use both of them.’’ She licked her lips and looked down at me cowering by the wheel. “What’s his problem?”

“Oh you know, Mike. He can be a little shy. Stand up Mike and come to the front of the car.”

She started walking towards the front. I was frozen. Geena looked back at me and commanded, “Now.”

Wendy giggled as she skipped by and slapped me hard on the ass while I stood. I walked to the front of the car as slowly as I thought I could get away with.

“Lay down on the hood, Mike, and keep your arms out in front of you.” Geena said while she absent mindedly swung the ropes in her hand.

I shivered. It wasn’t cold. I was overcome with excitement and embarrassment. I could feel precum starting to leak out of my cock as I stared at my girlfriend marveling at her boldness.

“Wendy, there’s a whip in my black bag in the front. I think we’re going to need that.” Geena said. She stepped up to me and grabbed a handful of my hair. “Against the truck.”

She roughly dragged me to the hood and pushed my chest down against it.

“Closer,” she prompted.

“Yes, mistress.” I answered dutifully.

I moved closer to the truck until my hard cock pressed against the grill. It was warm from the long drive. It felt so good against me. I moaned and rubbed myself against it. I felt an open handed slap on my ass which made me jump and press myself even harder against Boom Boom’s warm grill. Geena threw the ropes onto the hood beside me.

I had my face pressed to the hood, laying on my cheek, trying my best to see Geena over my left shoulder. I felt her hand rub my buttocks and then move to my asshole. Her fingers were warm when they pressed my button. She gently massaged my hole as she leaned over the hood with me. Her large breasts flattened against the warm metal.

“I’m going to fuck this tiny hole of yours with this monster cock. I know it looks scary, but I’m going to shove every inch of it inside of you. We have to show Wendy that we appreciate her gifts, right?”

My eyes widened and I nodded my head. I heard another car woosh past us. I was glad I was looking away from the road. I felt an intense wave of embarrassment. I was completely naked and exposed laying flat on the hood of my car, knowing that Geena was about to wreck me. Geena placed the copy cock in front of my face.

“Get this wet and ready while we tie you up.” She commanded.

I grabbed the copy-cock, and did as instructed. I licked and sucked the tip, trying to get as much spit onto it as possible. I got maybe four inches of it in my mouth, but I worked it in and out until it and the hood were drenched. Shortly, Wendy reappeared.

“I got the whip!” Wendy said as she ran back to the front of the truck. I heard it whistle and snap in the open air as she playfully swung it around. “Geena, I think this is going to be so much fun. Look at little Mikey!”

She walked up to the side of the car. I could just barely see her boobs over the top of the hood. I continued sucking and slurping on her invention, and she looked as if she was watching the most interesting thing she’d ever seen.

“Oh my god this is so sexy being out here in the open air. I’m impressed that you can fit that much of Goliath into your mouth.” Wendy looked at Geena who was still rubbing my asshole. “That’s what I’m calling it, Goliath. Can I hit him?”

Geena was still leaning over the hood, playing with my asshole and watching me prepare Goliath. She nodded gleefully in response to Wendy’s question.

“You can hit him three times and then we need to tie this naughty boy up.” She kissed me on the cheek after calling me a naughty boy and removed herself from the hood. I rocked my hips into the warm grill again, enjoying the sensation against my painfully engorged shaft.

I heard gravel crunch under Geena’s heel as she circled me and moved to the opposite side of the truck from Wendy. Another car flew by from behind, honking their horn at Geena. They got a prime view of her tits.

She reached across the hood and grabbed one of the ropes. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten about Wendy until I heard a whistling through the air. I felt the snap on my naked flesh, right below my buttocks.

“Yoooow!” I screeched. Wendy just giggled.

“Keep sucking, Mike.” Geena growled.

With tears in the corner of my eyes, I plunged Goliath back into my mouth. I got it a little deeper this time. A pool of stinky, thick saliva was growing on the hood. I heard the whip sailing through the air again and braced myself. It struck me on the small of my back and Wendy hooted again.

Geena tied my wrist then ran the rope around the driver’s side mirror. She pulled it tight so that my arm was fully stretched across the hood. Wendy hit me again, laughing maniacally as she struck me. She was really enjoying this.

“Ok, you crazy flame-haired vixen,” Geena joked. “Tie Mike’s other hand to the mirror just like this one, please. Use that knotting technique I taught you.”

Wendy obliged, putting the whip down on the hood. I stung in three different places. Either Wendy had terrible aim, or she’d wanted to achieve maximum whip damage to surface area. She got me all tied up and gave Geena the thumbs up.

Geena had stationed herself at my side again now that I was fully stretched out across the hood. I was straining against my bonds, barely on my tiptoes.

“Wendy, do you want the best seat in the house?” Geena asked?

“You know me so well, sexy.” Wendy didn’t need any additional prompting, she climbed up onto the hood of the car and positioned herself above me on the hood. She sat with her back pressed against the glass and her legs spread wide open above me. Her pussy looked like it was absolutely soaking wet.

“How did Mike do on your copy-cock, dear? Is it wet enough, is it ready for him?” Geena asked as she walked around to the passenger side door and opened it.

“Let me see,” Wendy pulled the cock out of my mouth. Since she’d tied up my hand, I’d just been sucking on it like a lollipop. “It’s pretty wet, but only about halfway down. Have you not trained his mouth enough?”

Wendy looked down on me like a queen surveying her kingdom from the ramparts of her castle. One of her small hands caressed her left breast while the other gripped Goliath at the base of the cock. She rubbed the tip up and down the length of her cunt. Her mouth hung agape as she slowly let the tip find her hole, then she plunged it in.

“Maybe not.” Geena responded in a thoughtful tone. “It might be something we work on at home.”

I heard the door close and the gravel crunch as Geena walked back around. She had an empty strap-on girdle in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. She laid both on the hood and shimmied out of her pants. Now all three of us were completely naked and exposed underneath this warm, country sky.

Geena was incredible. Her body sent chills up and down my spine every time I saw her. Seeing her completely naked was invigorating. Her wide, glorious hips were the sexiest thing on this earth.

“What do you think?” Geena asked Wendy.

Wendy had the copy-cock about halfway in her pussy. I stared up at her and watched a trail of her juices run down the hood and into my face.

“It’s so big and it’s stretching me out so much. I’ve only got half of it in me.” Wendy said breathlessly. I kept watching her fuck herself with it. I was fascinated by the sheer size of it in her tiny hands.

Geena had pulled up the strap-on girdle while I watched Wendy try her best to fit that monster into her tiny, tight hole. I slowly pressed my cock against the grill and released the pressure over and over. It felt so amazing.

“Well, hand it over. Let’s test it out on this stud.” Geena held out her hand, awaiting the dildo like she was receiving a sword from her squire.

Wendy pulled the dildo out with a shiver and handed it over. She then slid her butt down the hood and grabbed two handfuls of my hair.

“Let me distract you while Goliath and Geena wreck that luscious, hairy ass of yours.” Wendy said as she forced my face up, chin now resting on the hood, and she shoved her pussy in my mouth.

Even with the distraction of having Wendy’s soft, wet cunt soaking my face, I was acutely aware of Geena moving behind me. I felt her warm hand rubbing lube all over my asshole. Two of her fingers penetrated me, spreading more lube inside of me. I pushed back against her and moaned.  Finally, she pulled out her fingers and placed her hands firmly on my hips, and I resigned myself to my fate.

“Oh my god, Mike. When Goliath is in you, don’t you dare stop licking.” Wendy said. She had a whip in her hand. Where did she get the whip?

As I pondered that question, I felt Geena penetrate me. At first it wasn’t too bad. The tapered end slid in smoothly and my cock twitched. I kept working on Wendy. She’d spread her pussy lips for me, exposing her clit to my tongue.

“Good boy, Mike,” Geena praised me as I took what felt like the first three or four inches. It felt big, but nothing that I hadn’t had inside me before. I relaxed, thinking that I could handle it, but just like Icarus, I had misjudged my situation.

A car flew by from the opposite direction, honking its horn the whole way. Someone had leaned out the window and yelled encouragement to us. My heart beat faster, I didn’t like being out here for everyone to see.

Wendy yanked on my hair. “Don’t stop, Mike.” I heard the whip fly through the air and felt its sting on my naked back. I redoubled my efforts, licking and slurping away at Wendy. I felt her melt into me as she let out a long, guttural moan.

“That’s a good boy, Mike. Focus on Wendy’s cunt. Don’t you stop eating her.” Geena pushed deeper. She was being nice and moving slowly, being patient with my tight ass.

Until she wasn’t.

As I lapped up Wendy’s juices, I felt Geena’s nails dig into my hips. The cock was getting bigger and more difficult to take.

“Push, Mike. Push against Mommy’s giant cock.” Wendy said to me.

The force became more insistent. Geena grunted with the exertion of trying to fit it all into me. I pushed back against her as best I could. Then the pressure relented, and I was able to take a breath.

“You did pretty good there, Mike. I hope you’re ready for this now.” Geena slapped me hard on the ass and gripped my hips again.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed as Geena plunged Goliath into me. Wendy didn’t relent either. When I came up to scream, she pulled my head back into her cunt, grinding it against my face.

Geena got more of it inside me this time, no longer pushing slowly, going millimeter by millimeter. She slapped my ass again, and I felt Wendy’s whip sting me. I licked within the folds of Wendy’s pussy to keep myself distracted. I could almost feel my eyes bulging out of my head as Geena pounded my ass relentlessly with Goliath.

“You’re taking it! Surrender that ass to me, Mike!” Geena screamed as she picked up the pace.

Geena slammed my ass over and over again. My whole body shook. I could feel the car rocking back and forth with the motion of Geena’s hips. Wendy held my head in place with her fingers curled into my hair, but with each thrust, my face would bump into her soft cunt. I was covered in a mixture of my saliva and her juices. With every thrust she sunk the cock in a little deeper. I managed to pull my face from between Wendy’s thighs.

“It’s too much, mistress!” I pleaded. “I can’t take it all, please.”

A whip cracked and I howled a raw visceral scream that was balanced on a knife’s edge of pain and ecstasy. Geena’s loving hand stung my ass again and again and she fucked me with a wild, frantic rhythm. Some small corner of my brain noted that she was absolutely losing herself in the moment.

“This is my ass!” She responded. “I’ll tell you when we’re done! You’re my fucktoy, Mike, and this ass is my playground. You’re almost there. You’ve almost taken it all. Beg for all of it, now!”

I knew a command when I heard one. I pushed the fear away and gave into our passion play. Cars drove by and honked, one may even have pulled over to watch, but I didn’t notice anymore. The whole world disappeared as Geena fucked me senseless.

At some point, Wendy was screaming at me. Demanding that I swallow her cum. I felt her orgasm explode in my face. Her small, firm thighs squeezed my head tight as her body shook. I managed to dislodge my face so I could breathe and answer my mistress’s command while Wendy’s thighs were coiled tightly around my neck.

“Fuck me, mistress! Fuck me! Get all of your cock inside me. I need it! Split me open and make me your whore!” I grunted.

With my encouragement, she fucked me harder, faster, more savagely. She was incredible. Every time she slammed into me, my cock rubbed against the grill. I could feel the wind kissing my naked skin, and I was beginning to feel overstimulated.

The cock felt amazing. I wondered at one point if she’d split me open, but I didn’t care.

“Wendy, It’s all the way in! My whore took it all!” Geena exclaimed.

Wendy looked exhausted, and her body still shook and quivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. My hood was covered in the evidence. Still, she gathered the strength to crawl over me on the hood. She lay on me with her breasts pressed against the small of my back and her pussy dripping on my neck.

“Keep fucking your stallion, Geena! He’s so incredible.” Wendy said.

One of Wendy’s hands slipped between me and the grill, and I forcibly kept my hips thrust towards Geena, absorbing the shock of each penetration, so I wouldn’t squish Wendy’s tiny hands between me and the grill.

Wendy stroked me in rhythm with Geena. My ass was stinging and red from the flurry of blows that Geena continued to rain on me.

I felt as if I were about to pass out.

“I can feel it, he’s about to cum.” Wendy purred

She was right, it wouldn’t be long.

“Not yet!” Geena slammed into me again and then slowed.

I felt Geena lean over me, her large breasts pressed into my buttocks, and I heard the wet smack of Geena and Wendy kissing. Goliath rested inside of me up to the hilt as Geena’s hand slid to my balls and started toying with them.

“Cum on Boom Boom for me, my hairy man-slut.” Geena ordered. “I want to feel your soul leave your body as you cum for me.”

Who was I to deny such a reasonable request? I don’t know if I could have waited any longer if the almighty herself had demanded it. Geena was my world. Our passion was my religion, she was my goddess, and fortunately on this day – the almighty granted me mercy.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I screamed from deep within.

I heard multiple horns blare. I blew my load all over the grill of my car and collapsed from exhaustion. I wearily moved my head to the right to look towards the road. Multiple cars were lined up on the other side, all honking in appreciation. I was almost too exhausted to be mortified that all these people had seen our lewd show. Almost.

Wendy and Geena continued to make out with me trapped against the hood. Eventually they dismounted and Geena removed the gigantic cock from me with a wet, sloppy, sucking sound. My cock was still rock hard, covered in cum.

“I’m going to let Wendy get some sloppy seconds, Mike. We’ll be right back.”

They left me strapped to the hood. I was exposed to everyone.

Wendy and Geena fucked inside the car for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t see anything, I could just feel the movement of the car and hear their screams. They left me there tied on the hood like some perverted hood ornament.

To think, we weren’t even halfway done with our trip.