The Favor

Five

Five days later and I'm crammed into the backseat of my dads truck, on James's lap. We had stopped at the store when we got close to the cabin and my dad, like always, had bought more than we needed. So here I was, stuck on James's lap in a dark truck as we bounce down a dirt road. Dad is driving and humming softly while Mary is fast asleep. James's lap isn't the best seat, but only because I can feel how hard he is and I can't do anything about it.

Or could I?

Moving slightly, I feel behind me for his zipper. He goes still under me as he realizes what I'm doing. James puts a hand on my hip but doesn't stop me as I manage to get his zipper open, his erection springing free. I glance at my dad and make sure he hasn't noticed, but his eyes are firmly on the road as he leans slightly towards the wheel.

I can feel James lifting the back of my skirt up and cover his cock with it, rubbing it against my ass. He opens his legs slightly, making enough room under me so that he can slip his cock under my ass and rub it against my pussy. The bumpy road adds an interesting element to his motions and it doesn't take long before I'm soaking wet.

Trying to keep a bored expression in case my dad looks back at us, I reach under my skirt and move my thong aside, almost sighing in relief when I feel the head of James's cock at my entrance. Using the next bump in the road, I lift up and have to bite my tongue as James quickly fills me.

He groans slightly behind me as my wetness sheaths him and we both pause, waiting to see if we had been noticed. The bouncing of the truck moves me against him, making his cock move within me and it's all I can do to not moan and give us away. From the death grip James has on my thigh, I know he's having just as hard a time being silent as I am.

Slowly I start to move with the bouncing of the truck, trying not to be obvious about what's going on in the backseat. Thankfully the road gets bumpier for a stretch, so it's not too hard to blame my motions on the potholes and not James pounding into my hole as much as he could.

Thanks to our position and bumpy road, it doesn't take much to build up an orgasm and as I cum, I bite my hand to keep from crying out. I slump back against James, who is still rock hard inside me. He waits until my pussy isn't throbbing with my orgasm before he uses the next few bumps to thrust roughly into me. His hand makes it's way under my skirt and quickly finds my swollen clit, teasing it as he thrusts in time with the bumps.

My nerves are on fire with the teasing and with James pounding me, and before I even realize it I'm cumming harder than ever, coating James with my fluids as he fills me with his. I don't realize that I've made a sound until I hear James say, "spilled my drink on her."

"We should be there in a few minutes," my dad tells us, still obvious to what just happened behind him.

And sure enough, a few minutes later we pull up to the cabin, the headlights sweeping over the porch. My dad parks and gently wakes up Mary who smiles sleepily at him. "You guys go ahead," James tells them. "I made a mess with my drink."

"I'll help you clean it up and you can get the bags," I offer, praying that the parents would go inside before us.

"That's nice of you guys," Mary mumbles before getting out of the car.

My dad follows her, leaving James and I alone in a dark truck. "You've been very naughty," he says huskily in my ear.

"Did you like it?" I ask him.

He doesn't say anything, but my answer comes as I feel him getting hard again inside me. "Let's add to the mess," he says.

"I've already cum twice," I moan as his fingers find my clit again, circling and teasing me with vigor.