Hands shaking badly, Carol daubed and pressed at the slippery mess between her thighs with a wadded tissue. Each time that she pressed against her still erect clitoris, the beautiful young woman shivered as sharp after-shocks of her orgasm rattled her and told her that the awful lust inside wanted more!!!
Carol had to use both hands on the wheel as she drove away from the shady corner. She was ashamed and frightened by what she'd done. What if she'd been seen? What would have happened if someone had walked past and caught her doing a filthy thing like that?
She didn't really know where she was going. She drove mechanically while her mind worked on what was happening between Doris and that boy. She imagined the fat crown of a cock forcing into a tight little anus and became so excited that she accidently bit her tongue!
It wasn't until she'd turned the corner and saw the boy walking down the sidewalk that she realized that she was back on her route and that the boy was one of her guards.
When the black and white pulled alongside of him the handsome boy looked startled and a bit nervous, until he saw Carol behind the wheel. Then he smiled and walked toward her.
Carol's brain was working feverishly, trying to match a name to the dark haired boy's face, then it came to her. "Hello, Terry, how did your shift go?"
"Fine, Miss Davis, I was just headed home, no trouble at all today." When he smiled at her, Carol saw his white, even teeth and remembered his last name – White, that was it, Terry White! Then his words sank in and she was puzzled.
"Home? I thought you went to school young man, why are you going home at this time of the morning?"
Terry grinned again, making Carol's heated groin tighten. "Oh I'm a senior, Miss Davis. I don't have classes every period. Today I don't have to be there until this afternoon." As he spoke, Carol saw the handsome boy's dark eyes dart down to her legs and she flushed when she realized how high her skirt had ridden up her legs and how much thigh there was for him to see. But it was strange, she usually resented being stared at. But this boy's gaze pleased her, made her feel warm and womanly.
Carol was amazed when she heard her voice echoing in her ears. She didn't even know that she was going to speak until she heard it! "Well, hop in, I'll give you a lift," she said and felt a tiny chill of excitement working in her belly as he instantly opened the door and sat beside her.
Terry gave her directions and Carol started the car; even as she pulled away she was aware of the boy's sideways glances and the smouldering sensation between her thighs got worse! Doris' words bubbled and seethed in her brain as she drove: "… just imagine a hard young prick in you right now…" Turning her head slightly, Carol caught Terry's face in profile and she suddenly realized that he was the boy in her fantasy. His face fit the body that she'd daydreamed about when she played with herself!
"I… I don't have anything to do for a while, myself." Carol felt clumsy and awkward. She was ashamed of the dirty thoughts that were tormenting her, but she couldn't make herself stop. "Would you like to drive somewhere and… talk?"
"Sure, that'd be great," Terry answered quickly. Carol nodded and drove on. She'd never been so bold in her life and she didn't know what to say or do next!
"There's a road on your right. It goes up to that stand of trees on the hill," Terry said. His voice sounded so strange that Carol had to look at him to see what was wrong. Terry's eyes flicked away from her body as she turned, but Carol knew he'd been staring at her again and she couldn't miss seeing the distinct lump growing behind his fly.
They didn't speak as she drove up the shady street. At the top, Carol saw a faint trail going around the trees and followed it. When the nervous brunette stopped, she could see that they were completely out of sight of the street.
Terry turned a bit on the seat, letting his arm drop down as he tried to cover his growing erection. "There used to be an old house up here, but they tore it down," the boy mumbled as he tried not to stare at her.
Carol didn't respond right away. She felt the excitement flowing through her and a sudden reckless feeling came over her. "It's a lovely place, Terry," she said softly. "Do you bring your girlfriends up here?" She tried to make the question sound like a joke, but even then she saw Terry flush and knew that she'd scored a bulls-eye. "Uhhhhh… sometimes, Miss Davis… I guess it wasn't such a good idea. We can take off if you want." Carol saw the confusion and the embarrassment on his face and she suddenly felt calm and poised. He was just a boy, there was nothing to fear from a boy.
"It's all right, Terry. I know you didn't mean anything by bringing me up here," Carol said in a soft voice. She turned toward him, allowing her legs to part a bit, giving him a better view of her long, rounded thighs.
Just seeing the boy's confusion made Carol more confident. She heard a voice in her mind arguing against what she was doing, but she refused to listen and brushed it aside.
"It's all right if you want to stare at me, Terry," Carol said. Her heart was hammering inside of her and she felt dizzy and lightheaded.
The boy looked startled and then embarrassed and jerked his eyes away from her thighs. Carol saw the hot flush cover his face, saw his ears turning red and felt sorry for him. Acting on human sympathy, the beautiful woman reached out and held the boys hand as she spoke to him.
"I'm sorry, Terry… I really didn't mean to make you feel bad like this." The boy still didn't turn back to her and she felt the small seed of panic growing in her chest; she was losing him! "I… meant what I said, dear… it's all right if you want to look at me."
Slowly the handsome boy's head turned and his dark eyes searched hers. Carol tried to smile, but the effort failed and she felt naked and helpless before him.
"I… I'm sorry, Miss Davis, I guess I was staring at you… but I just couldn't help it. You're so… pretty that I…" His voice trailed off and he looked so miserable and embarrassed that Carol felt warm and protective toward him.
"It's all right, Terry," the beautiful woman murmured as she tugged gently at his hand. A new, stronger hunger was worming inside of her and Carol was amazed at how good it made her feel. There was no hesitation, no shame and no fear in her. For the first time in her entire life the beautiful young woman felt no restrictions holding her back, no barriers between herself and what she wanted.
"Thank you, dear. I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, it makes me feel good to know that." She let her fingers trail across the back of the boy's hand and marveled at her boldness. She'd never felt so cool, so confident with a man in her life. But then Terry wasn't a man, he was just a boy and she could handle a boy.
Terry turned back to face her. His ears and cheeks were still red but Carol sensed a new confidence in him, also. "I think you're the prettiest woman I've ever met, Miss Davis, honest!" The boy responded to the tug she gave his wrist and moved toward her. Carol couldn't wait any longer and she moved to meet him in the middle of the seat. His arm pressed against her firm breasts and she made a tiny sound in her throat as she wet her panties with her juices.
"My, you are… excited aren't you," the young woman murmured as she allowed her greedy eyes to drift over his groin, over the straining tent that his hard prick was making behind his fly.
Terry followed the direction of her gaze and would have covered his embarrassing erection with his hand if she hadn't stopped him. "No, Terry, it's… nice to know that looking at me makes you feel like that. I understand." When the boy's worried eyes crossed with hers, Carol couldn't stand the tension and looked away. She felt weak and vulnerable. She couldn't stand it if he said or did anything gross now. Things were going as fast as she could stand it and she hoped that he would be calm and let her lead the way.
The boy must have received her tortured brain waves, because he didn't make a sound, didn't attempt to touch her at all, he just sat there, staring at her with his deep, chocolate brown eyes.
"Terry… sometimes I feel so lonely… can I count on you to be my friend?" Carol didn't dare look at his face, instead she stared intently at the enticing bulge in his trousers. "I need someone that I can trust, someone that I can… be honest with."
"I… you can count on me, Miss Davis," Terry whispered.
Carol could hear the sincerity in his voice and the last of her reservations stretched and finally snapped, leaving her emotionally naked in front of the handsome boy.
"You have to understand that I could… get in trouble, lose my job, if anyone found out about you and I… being friends," she said, still skirting the outright truth. "Do you understand what I mean?"
Before the beautiful boy could say a word, Carol moved. Her hand fell away from his wrist and landed directly on top of the taut fabric of his jeans. She could feel his cock twitch and jerk as she pressed against it and the motion sent tremors of ugly, animal desire up and down her spine.
"Oh, Jesus, Miss Davis!" Terry's agonized groan stabbed deep into Carol's senses and she could almost feel his terrible, urgent need. When the boy pressed down on her hand, forcing her fingers up against the hard gristle of his cock, she made no attempt to pull away, she let him guide her, show her how her touch made him shiver and groan.
"Terry, please, do you understand what would happen if anyone ever found out about this?" Carol felt a sudden surge of panic. The situation was getting out of hand and she tried to pull away, but it had already gone too far. Terry held her hand pressed against his quivering erection and with his free hand he pulled her even closer to him. Carol tried to struggle, but she felt weak and unable to free herself from him.
"I won't tell anyone, Miss Davis. Honest, I won't tell," the handsome boy whispered to her, his lips brushing her neck and her sensitive ear as he did. Something snapped inside of her and Carol felt the last threads of her common sense falling away from her. She stopped struggling and began to stroke and massage at the straining bulge in his tight jeans.
Terry let go of her hand and fumbled with his zipper. At first it wouldn't unlock and Carol found herself whimpering with frustration as she tried to help. There was a soft, rasping sound and the front of his jeans fell open.
"Ohhhhhhh, Terry," the beautiful brunette breathed as his rigid stalk snapped free of the restraint and into her waiting palm. "Darling, don't you ever wear underwear?" Terry didn't speak. The only sound that escaped him was the low moan that he made as her eager thumb and forefinger tightened around his turgid shaft and began to jerk up and down. Carol's eyes were glued to the bulbous red cap and the slit at the top that wept sticky tears of his lubricant. For some strange reason, she found herself thinking about that filthy movie she'd seen and of the blonde girl sucking and nibbling at that man's bloated prong. The beautiful young woman was repelled by the thought of oral sex but even so, she couldn't keep herself from thinking about it!
Terry groaned again and his hips began to jerk as Carol lovingly masturbated him. For the first time in her life she felt no shame or guilt as she played with the boy's excited prick. Doing a thing like this for Don had sickened her. There had been a guilty, shamed excitement about touching Sergeant Miller like this, but now the feel of Terry's hard rammer rubbing against her palm pleased her and made her feel good!
The beautiful young woman fondled the boy's silky prong as she whispered to him, "Ooooo, Terry, you have such a beautiful prick! I love touching you." The boy caught her unspoken invitation and without a word, his hands began to move on her. One shaking hand slid down to her thigh and shyly began to move up the silky fabric of her stocking. When he felt no resistance, Terry's other hand boldly slipped up under a breast and squeezed firmly. Carol was shocked by the powerful jolt of pleasure that his firm grip produced in her and squealed softly. For an instant the young brunette stiffened out of habit, but then she sighed happily and let her lush body sag up against his palm. As she pressed the firm mound of her flesh against the boy, she moved her thighs further apart so that he could slip his other hand up under her skirt.
"Oh, darling," Carol whispered, trying to hurry the hand that was creeping so slowly up her quivering thigh, "Please, Terry, touch me there! Ohhhh, I want you to do that for me. Please, honey!"
Terry was so awkward and unsure of himself that Carol thought that she'd go mad if he didn't hurry! Using her free hand, the sighing, wiggling woman unbuttoned her own blouse and pushed his warm fingers inside the overflowing cup of her bra. She felt the fingers brushing against a hard, tingling nipple and groaned happily.
The other hand had reached the swollen outline of her vulva and the lovely woman couldn't stop the obscene, demanding movements of her hips as she ground her sex against his hand, forcing the boy to rub and tease her throbbing clitoris.
"Agggghhhh God, it's so wrong, darling," Carol moaned as she frantically jerked at his hard young cock. "It's wrong, but I can't help myself. Undress, darling. Hurry and take off all your clothes!!!"
Terry made a low, growling sound in his throat as he nodded and began to tear at the buttons of his shirt.
Ooooo, I'm burning up, Carol moaned to herself as she tossed her blouse aside then unhooked her straining bra. This is insane, I'll be finished if we get caught. Everything that I've ever wanted and worked for will be ruined if we get caught. But she saw Terry's dark, burning eyes devouring her naked breasts and the sensous pleasure that his gaze gave her blotted out any other thought that tried to make itself heard in her whirling brain.
It was hard to undress in the cramped front seat, but the naked boy who knelt before her spurred her on. Carol felt the deep muscular contractions in her wet, tight sheath and the sensation fanned alive the flames of a new and animal lust that drove her on! She managed to tug her wet panties down her thighs and off one foot. Her skirt was rolled up over her shaking belly as she lay back, parting her shapely thighs for him, inviting him to take her!
Without ever taking her eyes from Terry's thick, upright stalk, Carol opened her arms as she whispered to him. "Ohh come, sweetheart. Slip up here and I'll show you how. Please, Terry I've got to feel you inside of me, I can't wait any longer!"
The boy fell forward on her, almost knocking the breath from her as he began to make frenzied coital movements before he even touched her. Carol felt his firm meat slapping and rubbing against her soft belly, leaving wet tracks on her flesh with his leaking glans. She moaned happily as she clutched and whispered at him.
"Wait, oooooo, darling, wait. You're not in me yet! Aggghhh!!! That's lovely, darling, but let me show you first." At last she managed to get him stopped. Her fist gripped the slippery penis firmly as she forced it down between the drooling folds of her cunt. She shuddered as the pulpy tip mashed against her pulsating clitoris than lodged in the elastic throat of her vagina.
Terry felt the solid, sucking grip of her sheath and snorted. He shook free of her hugging grip and lunged forward. "Unnnngggg!!! Oh my God!!! Ohhh, Terry," Carol screamed in a thin, breathless voice as his probe slipped into her to the hilt, stretching her, forcing her to accept all of him in one painful, lovely stroke!!!
"Jesus, I never knew, I never knew it would feel like this," Terry groaned as instinct guided him. He pulled back a little then rammed forward again, making Carol's stocking clad thighs jerk upward with the impact. Carol's cloudy eyes focused for a moment on her limp panties that flapped from one elevated foot and she was vaguely troubled when she realized that she'd been so greedy for him that she hadn't stopped long enough to take her shoes off!
"Go slow, darling," the beautiful woman groaned, her long fingers dug into Terry's firm, muscular buttocks. "Don't go so fast, you'll cum too soon. Make it last, sweet boy, make it last forever!" But Carol couldn't stop him, the handsome boy was groaning and sobbing over her as his man-sized cock thrust and battered at her upturned vulva. Carol felt beaten and broken by the delicious pole of flesh that pinned her to the seat, that dominated her completely!
"Unnnnggggggg… ohhhhhh yesssssss!!!" Carol's strangled cry echoed around them, she squirmed and lifted, helping him work his fat dong in and out, the hard, hairy root scrubbed at her clitoris and she was amazed to realize that she was about to cum herself. "Ahhhhhhnnnnnggg… Ooooooo… Aiiiiieeeee!!!"
Her bucking, screaming climax was too much for the groaning boy, Carol felt Terry's rigid cock swell inside of her then burst, sending hot gysers of cum into her. She shuddered and moaned as the sobbing boy emptied the contents of his virgin testicles into her frothing, grinding cunt. She groaned and clamped down on him, using her strong inner muscles to suck and milk at his spouting penis, drawing out every thick drop of sperm that she could.
They lay still for a thousand years. Carol felt herself drifting in slow, beautiful circles, propelled by the firm heartbeat of the boy, who lay so deliciously heavy between her thighs, but then he spoke and shattered her dream, bringing her back to cold reality.
"Ohhhh, Miss Davis, I'm gonna do this to you every day, I'm never gonna get enough of you!"
"Oh, dear God," Carol's tortured conscience moaned. "Oh God, what have I done?"