Crossing the Rubicon

I had grown up in Michigan so blizzards and white outs were nothing new to me, but the snow fall up here on the I-70 at 11000 feet above sea level was something else.

My chestnut-haired copilot on this road trip, the firm bodied and glossy lipped 'Sam', pointed out the windscreen and said "See, exit 216."

We veered right, and wound our way around route 6 to a large parking lot near the ski area, followed by a few other vehicles. We obviously weren't the only ones seeking a safe spot to ride out the weather, which had got worse in the last thirty minutes. Even the Cotrip app was warning drivers to get off the roads and ride things out the next few hours. We pulled up near a large F250 and Sam cracked open the window on her leeward side of the car an inch.

I'd met Sam a week ago in a restaurant in Greeley. She'd hit on me, thinking I was female, but I'm a five four, petite19 year old guy, cursed with his mother's Danish feminine looks, who cross dresses and looks more than passable as a woman. In fact, I look freaking hot.

I grew up with four older sisters and was the runt in our family. My siblings were all five foot eleven or above, by age 17. They were all state and national junior volleyballers, in between being valedictorians and part time models. I was a shunned dweeb. My dad always wanted a son he could do manly things with, he was from Norway and looked like a modern day Viking, standing over six feet eight inches tall and a pick axe handle across the chest, and he got pint sized me...and hated me for being so tiny. My mom was a teen beauty pageant winner in Denmark and then fashion consultant before meeting him. One day just after my final high school exams, I got busted by one of my sister's, dressed in an old bikini of hers, jacking off into a pair of her underwear. Fucked up right?

I got given a fistful of money and got kicked out of home. That was eight months ago. Since then, I'd fallen for a girl at the College I'd attended last semester, only to find out she was psycho and using me as a 'revenge project', been outed as a cross dresser in a small town I'd ended up in, and continually moved westward, trying to find myself and some happiness. That's when I met Sam. When I'd walked into a restaurant and she was waiting tables.

"So," Sam said, looking at me mischievously, and unbuckling her seat belt.

"So," I replied, switching off the engine and unbuckling mine.

Within seconds she had one hand on the back of my neck and was pulling me into a hungry kiss, her tongue roughly pushing into my mouth. My member, tucked in my cotton thong in my jeans, strained. Her assault continued, her teeth biting at my bottom lip before she broke contact and trailed a stream of kisses across my cheek to nip at the earlobe closest to her.

My pulse was racing and my arousal building. When she stuck her tongue in my ear I sighed and melted, despite the rapidly cooling temperature inside the car.

"Let's get busy in the back," she suggested.

We hustled over to the back seat and shed our layers as best as we could in the confined space.

We kissed again, our tongues exploring each other's mouth as my hand went between her thighs and one of hers grasped at hardness, giving it a squeeze. I moaned and slid a finger between her labia and found her wetness building, causing her to moan appreciatively in reply.

I broke my lips from hers and went for her neck, biting at her artery and then moving down to one breast, causing her to arch her back and pull me into her firm fleshiness at the same time, whilst a low moan escaped her lips. I suckled there, and eventually moved to the other breast and sucked at that nipple. Her fingers ran through my hair in encouragement and she mumbled profanities as our passion built.

She pushed me off her and I looked at her for a moment. Her eyes burned with fire and her wet lips glistened as she breathed heavily.

Seeing that I was drinking her in, she put her shoulders back and posed for me, causing her chest to look even more inviting. Her hard nipples extended gloriously from her pert breasts and her firm body testified to the fact that this was a young woman who spent many hours in the gym. Between those toned thighs, her shaved pussy was clearly aroused and wet.

She shuffled back hard against the far window, snarled at me and pushed me flat on my back, pulling at my slender frame so that I was lying fairly steadily across the back seat, with one knee between me and the seat rest and the other knee just perched on the edge of the seat.

Shuffling forward, she grasped at my hardness and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.

"Can Sam go for a ride?" she asked playfully.

I nodded and she sank an inch down my length and moaned, then looked at me.

"Does that feel good Sweetie?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

She slowly sank another glorious inch.

"Better or worse?"

Before I had time to answer she clenched her vaginal muscles and her already tight grip on me turned vice like. Her grin took on an evil edge. She knew the answer but wanted me to say it.

"Oh God...." was all I could say.

"Better or worse?" she repeated, and bobbed up and down a fraction of an inch.

"You...you know it's better..."

She sank down another inch and it felt like my length was dipped in molten lava.

"Shall I stop?" she asked.

I shook my head and she bottomed out on me and I groaned. The fit of the two of us was so perfect, it was like we were meant to be joined like this.

She gave a few slow pumps on me and sighed.

"God you feel good inside of me," she exclaimed, her hands going to her hair as my hands sought out her breasts.

I squeezed her firm tits and she nodded appreciatively and began slowly fucking me, working through her hips and using her thighs for added emphasis,

The sight of her moving above me was something else and was better than anything the early teen me could ever have imagined.

She closed her eyes and moaned gently and then picked up her pace.

Putting her head back she sighed again and then looked down at me, her face a picture of carnal delight.

"Oh God, Erin. This feels so fucking good."

She hammered away at me for another minute or so. I grabbed at her hips and hammered up into her as best as I could in the cramped position we were in. The coldness around us was biting, but the heat between us was glorious.

"You feel so fucking hard, Erin! I can feel every vein and ridge," she panted. "Grab my tits." I followed her command. "Your hands are so warm. So warm..." Her nipples felt like iron nubs in my palms as we went at each other, our combined fluids squelching every time we came together.

"I'm going to cum soon. You?"

I was close, so I nodded.

"Cum for me lover. Fucking fill me!" she panted.

She started to whimper and I felt her leg tremble. I squeezed her tits and hammered up into her, feeling my seed boiling over inside of me.

Her head flew back and she moaned loudly, her neck muscles tensing and then she looked through me with dilated eyes as her orgasm hit and she convulsed, clamping down on my dick at the exact moment I was deepest into her.

The feeling was incredible.

"Oh god!" I cried as I unloaded into her.

She fell from her precarious perch and we ended up a tangle of rapidly cooling limbs and lips.

With the chill hitting home and our recovery underway I thought that would be that and we would get dressed, but Sam, untangling herself from me, had other ideas.

"I want you to get on your knees and put your hands on the window. But wipe the condensation off first."

She reached for one of the two the two backpacks she had in the shotgun position.

I turned around, cleared the glass and positioned myself so, letting her know that the glass was freezing.

"Don't complain. This won't take long." I turned my head to look at her as she fished a large eight inch dildo and harness from the bag. "I told you "If you're lucky I'll fuck you at Loveland" and that is what I'm about to do."

I heard the squeeze of a bottle and felt a dollop of lube deadeye my asshole. I heard another squeeze and felt her shuffle behind me as her warm hands took hold of my hips and the cold head of her silicone cock nudged my puckered entrance, testing its boundaries.

"I want you to push back on me. I want you to take the first plunge. After that your ass is mine."

I pushed bounced back on her, finding that there was no immediate give.

"Come on girl. You know you want this," she purred.

I dropped my head and focused my eyes on the window switch. I wanted this. I wanted this bad. I tried to relax and bounced again. No joy.

I looked up and out the window and saw a face looking down at me from the window of the truck parked next to us. Female, blonde, maybe early 30s. We locked eyes and I pushed back and felt my muscles give slightly. I pushed back hard and felt the head of the dildo violate my ass, moaning at the woman as I did so, her eyes going wide as she realized what was happening.

"Sam, there's people in the pickup next to us."

"Well derr!" she responded.

"Sam, there's a woman watching me." I turned to look at Sam but she seemed unperturbed.

"Don't care." She responded, "Busy trying to fuck this amazing ass of yours. Now either take a bit more or I will bury myself in you to the hilt. What is it to be?"

I wiggled my ass and pushed back and felt the dildo stuff further into me, causing me to moan into the window, and at the face in the glass next to us.

Sam validated my efforts by saying "That's it...good girl," and then began to slowly fuck me, using only some of the length to begin with, and then giving me the full treatment.

I made eye contact with the face across from me and realized, she too was being fucked from behind.

I would have smiled at her but the feeling of the silicone dildo reaming into my tight ass was too intense.

"She getting fucked too....the woman....being fucked." It was the best I could do to be coherent.

Sam chuckled and increased her efforts, causing me to roll my eyes back in my head and lose my handhold on the cold glass. I ended up with my left cheek hard up against the window as Sam assaulted me from behind. I was moaning uncontrollably as the head of Sam's member pressed not only against my prostate but probed my sigmoid colon every time she bottomed out, deep inside of me, causing my own member to slap up into my stomach and precum to fly everywhere under me.

I knew I was going to unload soon and thankfully heard Sam's breathing start to peak.

I tried to steady myself by pushing back on the glass with my hands again, and looked up at the face opposite. Her faced was a canvas of pained ecstasy, the sight of which sent my senses into overdrive, just as Sam screamed and thrust into me, causing me to scream too and fire off all over the underside of my stomach, the seat below me and the door in front of me.

Sam ended up collapsed on my back for several minutes, and until she collected herself enough to remove herself from my backside. She then maneuvered next to me and looked out the window with me, just in time to see the woman being railed across from us orgasm.

The brutal cold soon had us clambering into whatever clothes we could get our hands on. Sam conjured up a thermos of coffee and a blanket from one of her backpacks and we settled in, falling asleep in each others arms in the back of the car.

I woke several times in the night but managed to get back to sleep until sometime early the next morning to the sound of vehicle engines. People were clearing the snow build up from their exhausts and carefully extricating their cars from the snow build up. Several CDOT plows and rescue vehicles idled nearby on the on ramp.

We were soon in a convoy of vehicles moving slowly through the Eisenhower-Johnson Tunnels and then westward along the I-70. Sam's plan had been for us to get to Salina, but the weather meant we only made it to Green River by late in the day.

We booked a room at a place in the center of town for the night and headed back to the car to get our stuff.

I grabbed my bags, Sam her two backpacks.

"Hey Sweetie..." she said across the car to me. "You ready to fuck me in the ass or what?"

By the time we reached the room, we were panting like we'd run a half marathon and we were ripping off our clothing before the door shut behind us.

In our mad rush to get warm earlier in the day, I'd ended up in her socks and tshirt. She had somehow ended up in my thong. She was the first to get buck naked and when I finally shed my last item of fabric, she struck a pose worthy of a Playboy model, allowing me to fully admire her crazily well proportioned body.

"So." I said.

She turned and bent at the waist, pulling her ass cheeks apart and gave me a perfect view of her ass.

"You want to fuck this?"

She turned and looked at me.

"Who wouldn't?" I replied.

She turned and made her way to the bed, throwing herself backwards through the air before settling with her legs spread into a wide V.

"You sure? You could come here and fuck me like this you know. Plant your seed deep inside my womb." She sent a hand down to the shaved space between her legs and rubbed at her clit. "You know, get me pregnant, then leave me to raise my child and never see me again."

She snaked a finger inside of her lips and began to finger bang herself.

"Fuck Erin! See what you do to me. You made me dream of getting pregnant to you and we've only known each other a week. I don't even know your last name for heaven's sake. And I'm not attracted to men!"

A second finger was added to the one plunging inside of her.

She raised a foot at me and wiggled her toes like she was summoning me. "But if you want my ass, you have to eat me first."

She moved to prop herself up on her elbows and somehow spread her legs even wider.

I moved to her and dropped to my knees, moving the last few inches to her open and glistening pussy slowly and reverently. Her clit was already swollen and begging for attention, and her wetness was dripping down her folds. Her scent was heady.

I leaned in, and blew gently and she moaned. I stuck my tongue out and gave her a quick, tentative lick, just enough to get a taste. Her flavor was primal. I wound my arms aroud her thighs and went to work, starting with broad, slow strokes, dragging my tongue up her openness to her clit, savoring the way her hips bucked off the bed.

I stuck out my tongue and probed into her.

"Oh fuck, yes Erin...." she moaned, her voice cracking in response to the sensory overload going on in her body. She grabbed my hair and pulled me deeper into her.

"Right there! Keep doing that."

I obeyed, zeroing in on her with my tongue, probing as far as I could into her as she gasped and squirmed. Her thighs clamped around my head.

I was in heaven.

I moved the focus of my mouth to her clit and worked a hand back inside her thigh and slipped a finger inside her, curling it upward, and she let out a primal moan. Her pussy was tight, gripping my finger like she never wanted to let go, and I could feel her walls fluttering around my digit as she raced towards her orgasm.

She shuddered when it hit her and let loose a stream of incomprehensible sounds as she hit her high, her pussy gushing over my face. She took her time getting herself together and then pulled me down beside her and she cleaned her juices from my chin, neck and cheeks with a flurry of kisses and licks.

We ended up lying next to each other, her head on my shoulder and one finger running around the head of my leaking member.

She chuckled and then, with a wicked little smile, slid down between my legs, her breasts brushing against my stomach and thighs in a way that sent my senses into overdrive. She ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft, once and then twice.

I looked down the length of my body at her and her eyes locked on mine. Her tongue worked evilly away at me, flicking and teasing my swollen head in a way that made my balls ache. She then took just the head of my cock inside her lips and held me there for what seemed like a lifetime, until her tongue pushed on the slit of member. I gripped the bed sheets in frustration.

Her cheeks then hollowed out as she took me deeper, her eyes still locked on mine. I could feel the base of my cock throbbing, my pulse pounding. And then, she pulled off me.

"So, you don't have to have my ass, I could just keep going here you know."

I shook my head and panted 'No. Want ass...."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed and we headed to the shower. She grabbed her dildo backpack as we went and fished a bottle of lube from it. She ran the water in the combined bath / shower unit until it was steaming hot and had me sit on the edge of the tub and then she began to lather herself with soap, putting on a show for me, rubbing suds here and there, leaving me mesmerized.

There was one moment where time seemed to almost stand still. Sam had moved out of the main flow of water and a lather of suds descended erotically from between her perky breasts, down her chest, across the sculpted tones of her stomach and lingered for a moment at her belly button, before making a final journey across her lower abdomen, where it rounded her mound and hung momentarily, before drifting to the floor. It was fucking erotica in motion.

My cock was now aching and rock hard.

She pulled me into the flow and kissed me, her body pressing into mine hungrily. She then turned the water off and handed me the lube and bent over, grabbing hold of the edge of the tub.

I applied a liberal amount to the glistening space between her cheeks and rubbed it around her puckered entrance, pushing one lubed finger, and then another inside of her at her insistence.

"Come and get it, Sweetie," she purred.

I positioned the head of my cock at her opening and pushed gently against it. Her toned ass flexed slightly but still resisted letting me penetrate it. I adjusted my stance and used a hand to move my head around her puckered hole while still pushing it slightly forward.

She pushed back and I felt her ass start to stretch and open delightfully around the head of my member, watching her ring as it expanded and felt it tightly gripping me. It stretched out further as I cleared the initial muscles.

Sam whimpered as I pushed my length into her tight tunnel.

"Ohhhhh.....my fucking....God....." she panted. "It's so different from a dildo, Erin. So fucking different... Fuck......"

I adjusted my hold on her hips and slowly began to fuck into her. She began babbling, half moaning, half saying things, as she writhed at the end of my probing cock. She was taking deep breaths, controlling what I assumed were the sensations of having me in her ass.

Her ass was like a vice grip on my dick. With every small motion, I could feel her tight tunnel grasping me. It was like her pussy, just tighter. Every slide into her meant the muscles of her anal ring stretched and pulsed as I pushed further and deeper into her. When my hips met the flesh of her ass, she let out a long guttural sound that almost had me blowing my load then and there.

I froze and didn't move as she and I took several deep breaths, adjusting to the sensations. I felt her ass grip and milk my shaft as she breathed, squeezing it with her muscles.

I gripped her hips and pulled back, watching my lubricated cock slide out of her glorious ass. It was a sight I never expected to see or experience. Yet here I was, ass fucking a lesbian in a tub in Utah.

When I felt the head of my cock return back to her muscular ring on an out stroke, I pushed back hard, and kept doing so. Sam became more guttural.

The tight flesh of her ass rippled every time my hips slapped against it. We were matching each other with the sounds grunts and groans filling the room. My hands were slick with sweat and lube trying to keep my grip on her hips as I rutted into her.