“Hi, Denise. Haven't seen you around in a while. Could I interest you in a shiny new car?” Don asked his son's girlfriend.
“Oh, I don't know, Mr. Munday. I was thinking of one of the smaller racy ones. Something like that one.” When she pointed Don had a hard time trying to follow along her arm. He hardly got past her jugs. The way her blouse swung open just enough to reveal the white bulge of her ample, womanly tits made him lose sight of just about everything else. He could tell she was one of those liberated chicks who didn't wear a bra. And he loved that. While it might be fun sometimes to strip a brassiere off a woman just before you fucked her-just like unwrapping a Christmas present-he loved ogling the bouncy tits and swaying cleavages. And his son had picked a winner for a girlfriend, he had to admit. Her boobs impudently protruded and boldly caused little buttons to appear where her nipples pressed hard against the material. With a couple buttons unfastened the way they were, how could anyone miss the white surge of her tits or the way they simply begged to be popped into a mouth and sucked on? “That one over there, Don,” she repeated. “Um, oh, yeah.
Right. Drifting for a second,” he said lamely. “Yes, I noticed,” she told him, moving just a little closer to him. He didn't know why she was doing this to him. Tormenting him like any of the cock teasers in high school, she was moving just close enough to invade his private space and tell him she was available. When he saw her eyes dip down to his crotch, he almost blushed. That was something he hadn't done in over twenty years, yet he felt embarrassed when Denise noticed his erection. The bulge couldn't possibly have been due to anything else. The way his cock felt like turning cartwheels, he wondered that it didn't rip out of its cloth prison and go directly after the chick's hot bush. She was a foxy one, he had to admit.
Swallowing hard, he turned and walked toward the car she had pointed out. He heard her footsteps right behind. “Really, Don, I don't know if one that small will do me or not. I have some trouble getting my legs in and out of the tiny cars.” He turned and saw her raising her skirt. He almost came like a teenaged kid being promised his first lay. The sight of her slender legs slowly being revealed to him hit him like a bucket of cold water in the face. He found himself unable to look away as she slipped the skirt up her leg to show him ankle, then calf and knee and finally a goodly portion of her thigh.
It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but the way she did it was tormenting him. “Look, dammit, I don't know what game you're playing Denise, but…” “Game, Don? I'm not playing a game. I was just asking to see a car that wasn't quite as small.” “I…” and then he stopped. She was right. He was the one doing all the reacting.
She had pointed. He didn't have to see the white curves of her jugs as she did so. She had merely started to show him how her long legs wouldn't easily fit into a small sports car. He didn't have to interpret it as an open invitation to fuck. For the first time in more years than he could remember, Don Munday stood in confusion, words not coming to his lips, his mind racing and going nowhere.
Denise supplied the incentive for him as she bent forward to display her lovely knockers again. There was no way he could miss this wanton invitation. “I think we both want the same thing, Don. I got a kick out of leading you on like that. It made me even more-hot.”
“Why do you want me?” Don asked. “I mean, come on, you've got Fred and I can't imagine him not giving you… everything… you could want. If you know what I mean.” “I do. But where does it say a person has to be satisfied with just one other person? Can't I shop around a little and see if I'm missing anything? And can you think of anyone besides you who'd be better at showing me if I am missing out on something-thrilling?” She moved closer and he inhaled deeply of her perfume. It was subtle and accentuated the lovely odor of her own femaleness. There was no doubt in his mind now where this would lead. And he was eager for it. The way his prick was aching now told him that he'd have to do something about it and soon or he'd have a very un-adult problem and come in his pants. He look her in his arms and crushed her body against his. He was all too aware of the fact they were standing less than fifty feet from a busy street and in plain view of anyone caring to notice them. But the feel of her nipples poking into his chest, the way her tits flattened so sensually against him, the way her mouth eagerly sought out his, all told him to forget the people and concentrate on the teenager locked in his arms.
Her tongue boldly stabbed into his mouth and lightly flicked across the tip of his oral digit. She teased and toyed with him until his breathing became harsh and hot. “Let's go into my office,” he told her. “We can continue this in privacy.” Denise stiffened in his arms. “No,” she said adamantly. “I want to do it here.” “It?
Here?” he said dumbly, wondering what she had in mind. He suddenly worried that it wasn't the same thing he had intended doing in the quiet privacy of his office. “Fuck. Your cock into my cunt. What did you think I meant? And I want to do it out here. Isn't it such a lovely day?” “It's made lovelier by you standing here, but you can't be serious about fucking out here in plain sight. My God, anyone who stopped out there could get quite an eyeful if…” “Yes,” she hissed wickedly. “And doesn't that make it all the more exciting for you?” “Just having you so close is exciting,” he told her, his prick growing even harder in his pants. He felt that steely rod pressing hard against the prison of cloth holding it back. The prick was racehorse-eager to get into the starting gate. Nothing less would satisfy it now that it had hardened into a usable fuck stick.
“And it'll be more so when you fuck me in full view of God and everyone!” Her fingers unzipped his fly and allowed the cock to come tumbling out. She snared it in the circle of her hand and began to pump avidly up and down on the man's cock. He tried to take a step away from her to protest this, then found out he was her captive in more ways than one. She wasn't about to let loose of his prick. And he couldn't go running across the lot with his cock bouncing in front of his groin. She effectively had him rooted to the spot. And the warmth of her hand worked its magic on his prick, making it harder and more eager than ever to get into a nice, hot pussy and fuck like hell.
“Ummm, God, you're persuasive,” he murmured. “And I'm also mighty hungry for what I've got in my hand. Come closer and see if I'm not right.” She raised her skirt in front and he saw for the first time she wasn't wearing panties. That alone made him gasp. And the pressure she exerted on his meaty prong caused him to sidle up to her just as she spread her legs wide open for him. Guiding him upwards, his prick bounced off her blood-engorged cunt lips. He felt the heat seething inside her and a tiny drop of her fuck fluid leaked out and dribbled down the side of his pecker. “Go on, Don. I'm waiting. Oh, how I'm waiting to feel that huge cock of yours inside me!” She pulled even harder on him to show him precisely what she wanted. But he found it wasn't quite as easy as he'd thought it would be. She was almost a foot shorter than his six-foot-three height. He had to bend at the knees to get low enough to force his prick into her well-greased gash. That was fine once but simply didn't seem as if he would be comfortable doing it all through the fucking. “Turn around and bend over that car's fender,” he ordered. She looked a bit surprised and started to protest. Before she could, his strong hands clamped firmly around her waist and spun her around. He didn't allow her a chance to raise up. He came in close, the upper thighs pressing nicely into her well-fleshed buttocks. It was as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fitting perfectly together. “Ummm, yes, I see what you mean,” she cooed. “I feel what you mean!” Her body tensed as his prick sought out her cunt from behind. She widened her stance and thrust her ass back to give him the best target possible. Neither of them wanted him to miss the quivering pussy he was so avidly searching out. The blunted tip of his prick found the puckered cunt lips.
For a moment, he hesitated. The fluttery feel of those scalloped inner pussy lips made his cock tingle with enjoyment. He knew the pleasures waiting for him even deeper inside her twat. But he had to pause and look around to see if anyone was witnessing this public fucking.
He saw no one, but the idea that he had an audience out there made him even more excited. He didn't understand it. The thought of fucking in public should have turned him off in a big way. Instead, he wanted to get in the saddle and fuck the girl cross-eyed. He wanted to drive his cock so far into her body that it would scratch her tonsils.
And all because of the fact they were less than twenty paces from a busy street. “Go on, Don, get moving. I like the sample but I want the full course to begin!” she begged. To emphasize her need, she twitched her delectable ass and tensed her pussy lips a bit around the plum-tip of his cock. He grunted and decided “what the hell?” and got on with it. He wanted to drive relentlessly into her gaping, dripping cunt. His cock demanded sudden fucking, deep action, the surrounding warmth offered only by a clutching female cunt. Only a perversity in his nature stopped him. He knew she wanted the same thing-and he was going to repay her for tantalizing him as she'd done earlier. If he could build up her passions the way she'd built up his, that would be fair repayment. He stroked forward, making sure his prick wasn't solidly in her cunt hole. His prick parted her pussy lips and sailed down the oily slot. She sobbed and fell forward, her fingers trying to get a grip on the hard metal hood of the car. “You bastard,” she cried. “Fuck me, don't play with me!” “Admit it.
You like this. You like it a lot!” She didn't answer. Somehow the words choked up in her throat. She closed her eyes and let all her concentration center on that short distance from her asshole to the front of her veed pussy lips. The clit was rising slowly to peer out of its protective sheath of flesh. The man's cock blundered along and smashed headlong into the tiny pillar of sensitive flesh. The teenaged girl gasped again. Lightning bolts of desire seared into her belly. She felt every quiver, every movement of his heavy, ponderous cock as it slipped back and forth rubbing the edges of her pussy lips.
“Like it now?” he asked. He was hardly able to keep his own voice from shaking. The feelings racing along his cock and hammering into his balls made him even more aware of how close he was to losing his wad. It had been long years since any fucking had gotten him this hot this fast. And he loved it. He just hoped that he could prolong the feelings long enough to let them both enjoy the fucking to the utmost.
He drove his cock even harder along the oily cradle of her pussy.
The lips spread and obscenely licked and kissed his prick. When he felt the tiny nubbin of the girl's clit bounce off the head of his cock, he paused. He made sure those two organs-his so large and hers so small-properly stimulated each other. And he had a sudden inspiration. He bent forward at the waist and whispered heavily into the girl's shell like ear, “Look! They're watching me fuck yon!
They're able to see everything!” There wasn't anyone simply standing and staring but she must have thought he saw someone who was.
She came. Big. It shook her entire body and she cried out piteously as the orgasm wracked her up. The ice-and-iron grip refused to let loose of her. When she felt the powerful piston of his prick begin to slide back and forth along her twat lips, this pushed her even higher during her climax. She was shaking and limp inside when she came down from her sexual high. “You son of a bitch,” she moaned. “No one saw us! I know it!” “No, no, you're wrong. Look, there's another person just watching us. Even has a camera and is taking pictures!”
He felt her trim body stiffen again as orgasm sneaked up on her.
He kept his cock stimulating her cunt lips as fast as he could. The friction was working its sexual magic on her-and on him. His prick was pulsing with desire and refused to be left out in the cold. Only the top side of his cock was receiving the attention it felt to be its due. It wanted more and knew where to find it. She shrieked a wordless cry as he plunged balls-deep into her cunt. The sudden passage of his prick caused her tight pussy walls to stretch in new and wondrously different directions. For a ghastly moment, she worried that he was ripping her apart all the way to the chin. Then her youthful inner membrane began to expand to take the thick, long male invader. “Fuck me good, damn you,” she moaned. “I want to feel your swollen prick in me, really feel ittttttt!” His hips exploded in a frenzy of movement. He fucked her with long, deep, hard strokes. He drove so mercilessly into her softly yielding cunt that he actually picked her feet up off the ground. He sent her half-sprawling across the hood of the car, his prick the only thing lifting her.
Never had he shoved farther up a chick's pussy than now. And the way she wiggled her ass and crammed her hips back to meet every incoming stroke added depth to his fucking. He was surrounded by the hottest, tightest pussy he'd ever felt. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought she was a virgin. But no virgin knew the moves she put on him. The way her ass waggled in a small circle threatened to break his cock off at the roots. And he loved it! The way her well-trained cunt walls collapsed and sucked hard at his buried cock told him that he wasn't the first to fuck her like this. But he was receiving the full benefits of her other learning sessions. She shuddered every time his fleshy battering ram drove hard in between her cunt lips. The friction of the fucking rapidly mounted up inside her and threatened to set off fires that would totally consume her.
The tiny banked fires of her lust had sprung into full-blown flames as he had slid back and forth along her gash. When he shoved himself into her boiling passion pit, he had escalated this passionate war to the ultimate. The girl felt her pussy walls ripple with desire as his cock sailed into her cunt. She tensed and relaxed certain muscles to give him the most erotic massage possible. Gripping at the broad arrowhead of his glans made her feel even more filled to overflowing with cock than usual. She clawed at the metal of the car hood in a vain attempt to release some of the rousing passion rampaging through her loins. It didn't work. She had to have a release from the intense sexual pressures inside her belly. She came. She tried to keep from screaming loudly, but she couldn't hold it back. Naturally passionate, enjoying it most when she could thrash around and scream at the top of her lungs, the girl simply wasn't able to keep silent while he fucked her in the middle of the car lot. “Not so loud,” he cautioned her. “People are staring at us. They're wondering what's going on. They… they might even be able to see my prick vanishing into your cunt. I know that the sunlight will reflect off the cunt juices running down the inside of your leg. It must look like a mirror to those people.” She closed her eyes and put her sweaty forehead against the cool metal of the car. She didn't know if he was lying to her or not. The girl didn't want to find out, either. It was so damned erotic thinking that people were watching them fuck that she wanted to savor the sensations inside her. The way his cock pioneered new roads up her cunt. He didn't simply drive in straight each time. He moved slightly from side to side, seeking new angles of penetration so each and every square inch of her pussy flesh would receive the stimulating contact of his prick. She came again. Her lungs filled with liquid fire and she shrieked “AAIEEEE!” while her body jumped around like a marionette with its strings cut. But she didn't go flopping around loose, though. That iron-hard poker of delight buried up her pussy held her firmly in place. The more she writhed around to display her passions, the more he drove into her and pinned her against the car's fender. “Jesus, you're bringing the cops,” he muttered.
“They're coming to see what the disturbance is in the middle of the car lot.” She heard the sirens and panicked. She had thoughts of being busted and tossed in jail for the rest of her life. The girl knew that if she'd killed someone or robbed a bank, not much would be done, but if she was caught fucking in public, they'd toss her in jail and throw away the key. She would be a contaminant of society, a model for all the hedonistic elements. “Your office!” she cried. “To your office, and…” And she felt his prick swell even larger inside her tiny cunt. He held her firmly with his hands on her slender waist. She tried to get her legs under her and failed. All she succeeded in doing was wrapping them around his and driving his dick even deeper into her churning well of desire. “Let's get out of here before the police…” Still he refused to let her go free.
His cock exploded in a berserk fucking. She felt the friction mounting inside her. Opening her eyes, she saw the police car go roaring past out on the street. They weren't after her! But they might have been!
The thought of her narrow escape pushed her ecstasy to the breaking point again. She abandoned herself to the inevitable. She allowed his hard fucking prick to shove her over the brink and into total sexual release. Her orgasm this time was even more intense that the one before. She didn't try to figure out why her spine arched and pleasure exploded in her mind. Or why her tits felt like overinflated balloons ready to pop. Or why his cock seemed even larger inside her pussy. She simply accepted all that and the wondrous gill of orgasm he had granted her. “Can't go on much more. Your cunt's burning up my prick. Going to burn it to a charred stump. Gotta…” and his voice faded away. She heard nothing but the wild, sensuous pounding of her own pulse in her temples. It might have been a drumbeat or the ocean's surf sounding so loudly in her ears, but that was secondary to the way her body erupted in a glorious burst of total sexual release. She had barely started down from her orgasmic peak when his fucking cock pushed her up and over the edge again. And again. And again for a final time. Her body felt drained, empty, sated. Seldom had her sexual hungers been so fully fed. “Gotta come!” he grunted. And she felt the sweet, flowing love of his jism squirt up into her pussy. The warmth excited her but her body was too worn-out from the multiple comes to react fully. She simply sighed and tried to relax and enjoy the feel of his hot, pounding cock fucking the hell out of her.
When the last spurt of his come was gone and his cock began to slip from her pussy, she straightened and turned to face the man.
Looking up into his eyes with her blazing green ones, she told him, “That was super, Don. I mean it. I've never gotten off so powerfully before. You really shot me off into orbit!” He looked down at the sleeping snake between his legs before saying to Denise, “And you took it out of me. Made me feel like a kid again.” “You're no kid. No kid can fuck like that.” “Not even Fred?” he asked, a smile dancing on his lips. He was still wondering why the girl had come to the lot in the first place. He wasn't complaining at getting the chance to bang her in full view of half the city's population, but she seemed content with Fred. What made her make a play for him, an old man by any teenager's standards? “Fred is good. I can't lie and say he's not, but he never got me off like you just did. And that's why I want another chance. Maybe tonight? At the stock car races.” She smiled a wicked smile and the way her eyes gleamed, he knew she had more in mind than simply watching the race. Some chicks were turned on by powerful cars and the ever-present smell of death that hung over a race track. But for another chance to sink his prick into her tight pussy, he'd volunteer to be shot to the moon in an orange crate.
“What say I pick you up around eight? If Fred won't mind.”
“Fred won't mind at all,” Denise said, that wicked smile turning positively evil. But Don didn't notice. He was already anticipating the fun they were going to have that evening.