1954 Powder Blue Pick Up

By Marilyn Jaye Lewis

Adult erotic fiction. A young man with a pickup truck in 1950s America, navigates the strict sexual morals of the era by introducing a pretty, unmarried virgin to the true joys of anal sex – meaning that backdoor sex saves her virginity for her wedding night and that no one will ever be the wiser. The two agree to embark on an affair of unbridled licentious behavior with no strings attached, in the privacy of his pickup truck out on the edge of town. However, neither of them is prepared for just how well suited they are to each other’s carnal appetites, as the young woman is introduced to more and more sexual surprises. Extreme anal, oral, three-ways, and gangbangs overtake their growing attraction to one another, until they are each forced to admit that they’ve crossed over a line they can’t come back from without each other. 1954 Powder Blue Pickup is a love story that explores the hidden world of women’s unapologetic desires. A novella that is not for the feint of heart. Adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9780557946105

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1954 Powder Blue Pick Up

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Marilyn Jaye Lewis

1954 Powder Blue Pick Up Copyright 2021 by Marilyn Jaye Lewis.

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To the Muse – who never wearies and never falters. All my love.

We don’t want to get married, right? he explained.

She thought for a minute. Right, she agreed.

"I mean, I know that eventually you want to get married. You’re the kind of girl who’s gonna get married. But not to me, right? You and me – we’re just having fun. We agreed, right?"

Right, she said.

And you can trust me and I can trust you. I mean that. So it’s okay, what we’re doing. He pulled on her neck and brought her face up close to his and gave her a kiss. She kissed him back. Letting him put his tongue in, letting his hand find her breast and squeeze it a little while they kissed. Nothing too rough – not yet. You taste good, he said softly when they came up for air.

It’s Creamy Cherry lipstick, she said quietly

He smiled. I don’t think that’s what it is. It’s that tongue of yours that tastes so good.

She smiled self-consciously then. She even blushed. You’re so forward, you know?

What do you mean? he said, grinning at her.

"You’re just – I don’t know – blunt."

I say it like it is, you know that, honey. You like that about me. You can trust that I’m actually gonna tell you what I’m thinking.

She gave that some thought, too. You’re probably right.

I know I’m right. Do you want a cigarette?

Sure, she said. But I do have my own, you know. I’ve got a job.

I know you do. But when you and me are together, it’s always gonna be my treat. You hear that?

Okay, she said. And she accepted the cigarette from him, and let him light it with his zippo lighter. The flame briefly lit up the front seat of the truck. Then it was dark again.

He let her smoke for a minute. Let her anticipation build. The night was perfect – quiet, nothing but crickets. A warm breeze blew in through the rolled-down windows. Everything was dark for miles.

He watched her – he watched her not looking at him, not making eye contact. She always did that – got shy when she was getting herself ready, getting her courage up.

Then he lit a cigarette for himself. And they smoked together in silence.

Finally he said, So – you wanna do me, or me do you? Who’s gonna go first?

She let out a half-hearted laugh. I don’t know. Whichever.

He took her cigarette and set it, still lit, in the ashtray in the dashboard. Well, then how about you do me, just for a little bit? Nothing too fancy, okay?

She laughed again. Okay, she said.

He unzipped the fly of his trousers and retrieved his cock from the slit in his underwear. He was already getting hard.

She knew what to do. They’d been doing this together for a while already. For a month, at least – since that evening that they’d first met in the drugstore and he’d asked her out. When he first laid eyes on her – or so she believed. She did not know he’d spotted her a couple evenings before then. He’d come into the store to buy a Coke and saw her working. Saw her walking away, which was what got his real attention. Her ass – it looked amazing in that skirt, walking away. And he knew he was gonna get that ass. Keep her a virgin, like he promised. A girl can always go safely to her future-intended, whoever he turned out to be, secure in knowing she was still intact, because being no kind of a virgin up the backdoor simply didn’t count.

She took his cock in her hand – with those perfectly manicured fingernails that he just loved, because he liked to picture her bending over and holding her ass cheeks open for him (one day, he thought – one day, she will) – and then she leaned her head down. She licked her Creamy Cherry lipsticked lips – getting them nice and wet – then took his cock right into her mouth. She was getting good at this – keeping track of all the things he had taught her.

She sucked him in, without letting her teeth touch his cock, and she built up a nice suction – moving her head up and down. Then she let that tongue of hers caress the underside of his cock, just below the head, right where it was so tender.

He groaned, took a deep drag off of his cigarette, and set his other hand gently on her head. Which made her moan and increase her sucking – she liked to be appreciated for doing something dirty. It got her wet between her legs.

Oh yes, he said, catching his breath – because it really did feel good, what she was doing to him. But he didn’t want to come. Not yet. Still, he wanted to feel his dick in her mouth just a little while longer. Her mouth sucked up and down, up and down. Then, on the last trip down, he pushed firmly on her head, aiming the head of his cock for the back of her throat.

She tensed, although she tried to take it. Tried to open for it. He listened for the little gag she made, then he let go of her head.

She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. There was water in her eyes.

You wanna try that one more time? You’re getting good…

She looked doubtful but quietly said, Okay. Then leaned her head back down, opened her mouth wide and, once more, took his cock all the way in.

Again, he pushed her head down and pushed his cock up, finding the back of her throat right away, and pushed his cock deeper in – holding it, holding it. Feeling her get tense all over, listening to her gag as he held her there a little too long this time – imagining her stark naked with her head hanging over some motel room bed, pinning her wrists to the mattress as he rode her throat and rode her throat, shoving his cock all the way down…  He pushed her head down more firmly now and listened to the gag increase, until the saliva rushed into her mouth and drooled right out.

Then he let her up again. Now the water in her eyes streamed down her cheeks.

You’re getting really good at that, honey. You are. Just stick with it.

I don’t know, she said. Now her nose was even starting to run. I don’t see how anyone can get good at that. Or why anyone would want to.

It makes me feel really good, honey. It does. It feels incredible.

All right. Well. She took a Kleenex from her handbag and wiped her nose and dabbed the tears from her face. Is my eye make-up okay? she asked.

He studied her face. Sort of, he said. It’s all right, you don’t have to worry about it right now.

She took her cigarette from the ashtray. It was still burning. She sat back in the seat and they smoked what was left of their cigarettes all the way down and then stubbed them out.

Can we do something new tonight? he suddenly said.

She looked at him warily. What do you want to do?

Will you pull up your skirt and lay over my lap?

Why? You’re not going to spank me, are you?

No.

Well, what are you going to do?

Come on, just pull up your skirt and lay over my lap and I’ll show you. I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re gonna like it. If you don’t, I’ll stop.

She looked at him a moment. Okay, she finally said, because she really did like that he made her feel so dirty. Then she hiked up her tight skirt and laid across his lap, right over his hard, wet cock that was still out of his trousers.

She had already learned not to wear those panties with the built-in garters on these dates of theirs because they only got in the way. But she still tried to always wear her prettiest underpants and now his cock was probably going to make a mess all over the front of them.

When she was square in his lap, he pulled her panties down in back just enough to expose her beautiful round ass. He was finally getting to see it, to appreciate it. Just the roundness of it. Usually, when he slid her panties down, she was lying on her back, then spreading her legs so that he could eat her pussy. Which he sure did like, but this was almost better – just looking at her ass.

Then he leaned over and popped open the glove compartment.

What are you doing? She sounded nervous now.

Just give me a minute, he said, as he retrieved a small tub of Vaseline that he’d put in there for just these occasions.

He popped off the lid.

She tried to turn her head around and look at him, but the truck was dark. What are you doing? What is that?

Just relax and turn back around, he said, not letting her see what it was, or see him dip his middle finger deep into the thick petroleum jelly. Then he tossed the tub back into the glove compartment without putting the lid back on it and without closing the glove compartment.

Now lift your behind up just a little.

"Why? What