She was 22 and petite. Short blonde hair, a body to die for, and a "fuck me" smile.
He was much older, but she liked the way he talked.
They met at the wedding of mutual friends, were bored with the reception, and had been drinking just enough to loosen their inhibitions. Sitting together they talked a little, flirted a lot. He kept stealing looks at her firm 22-yr-old breasts fully displayed in her low-cut dress (being stared at got her off). She glanced at his crotch at least five times every minute. They finally reached the point of no return when she leaned toward him laughing at something he said and placed her hand on his thigh. As she remained leaning forward, intentionally revealing more of her tits, his eyes caught fire and began to dance back and forth between her nearly naked breasts and her bright brown eyes. Her eyes were fixed intently on his, unblinking, and from that instant it was just a matter of how fast they could get out of there.
They began kissing as they walked to the car. Mouths opening widely and wildly, saliva flowing, tongues sliding plunging licking--they stumbled once and were laughing when he put his hand on the thin cotton fabric of her dress, cupped her breast and gently rolled her tit around. Found her nipple and pinched, she bit down gently on his tongue. She could feel she was wet. "God this is going to be good," she thought, and a surge of heat filled her chest. She would have fucked him right then, right there on the ground.
They started walking again and she began to suck his tongue. He put one arm around her delicate waist and lifted her off the ground. She made him feel strong.
A vivid imagination, this girl. When he lifted her and her toes were pointed at the ground she realized his strength, and her mind began to race through images of all the different ways he would flip her around in bed.
She knew he could easily lift her as she rode his solid cock.
Then her cunt throbbed and swelled when she pictured him roughly pushing her face down on the bed and suddenly jerking her up by the hips to fuck her from behind, then grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.
She ground her tongue deeper into his mouth imagining what the head of his rock hard cock would look like.
They reached his car and fell together against the door.
Their mouths separated and she was breathing fast. Her small hand grabbed his hard cock through his pants. They kissed deeply, she pulled and squeezed harder, wanting it in her mouth.
"Let's go," he whispered.
Before he even had the car in Drive she was pulling at his pants, tossing his belt into the back seat, the Chardonnay buzz making her giggle. She unbuttoned the top of her dress, yanked his shirttail up, and finally grabbed the waistband of his $185.00 slacks and pushed and pulled and dragged them down to his knees freeing his straightened cock.
Already almost fully erect, there was a fat crystal-clear drop of fluid sitting in the slit at the top of his penis.
She exhaled slowly to help herself relax and began caressing the back of his neck with her fingertips. Kissed him so gently on the cheek, then put her mouth fully on his and began tongue-fucking him. He moaned, oh did he moan.
His cock was still pointing at the ceiling as she pulled her mouth away from his. Dragging one finger down his chest, making sure she dug her nail into his nipple, she lowered her face to his cock. (He had always loved the expression "going down.") Before touching him she opened her mouth wide and breathed her warm breath over his prick. Hard as a board.
Now driving in freeway traffic, he could only glance down once in a while to see the back of her head, that cute blonde haircut. If he could have seen her face he would have seen her narrowed smoking eyes, her teeth biting her lower lip in a private smile (what she was about to do she was doing for herself). She gently wiggled her tongue into his slit and slowly licked the big drop of clear fluid from the tip. At the same time she was pressing her thighs together, almost beginning to squirm. Her light pink panties were already darker in the crotch as they absorbed her sopping pussy juices.
She savored his fluid for a moment, an angel hair strand of his wetness tying her tongue to his cock, then closed her mouth. Her tongue slid in circles around the roof of her mouth feeling the slippery slickness of his pre-cum. The silver angel hair was on her chin.
One small hand encircled the base of his straining cock--just her thumb and forefinger--and she slowly pulled the skin of the shaft up and over the rim of the bulging head squeezing tightly all the way and, yep, there it was oozing out: more of that glistening pre-cum, now running down and spreading out under the rim. She moaned when her mouth closed around his big hard cock.
She knew very well how small her pussy was, and this guy's sweet tasting hard-on would be pounding in deep and slamming against her cervix. Her thin dress showed a wet spot under her ass where her hot pussy was grinding against the car seat.
She ate him with increasing energy all the way to his house, head bobbing up and down. Her soft lips twisted around and around his hard seven-inch erection while she fucked him up and down with her mouth, over and over, tongue sliding around the top, then the sides and underside of his cock, ever so gently biting the swollen head once or twice. Finally, she opened her mouth wide and took him all the way in, his cock-head sliding into her throat. "I love sucking cock!!" her mind screamed, and for a brief moment her fantasy of having two huge cocks at the same time flitted through her imagination.
"Jesus! God baby....ohhhh!....suck it, suck it hard!....Fuck! you're gonna make me cum in your mouth!"
He squirmed in his seat, gripping the steering wheel with all his might in an effort to control himself.
Suddenly she gagged, and slid off him, coughing, sucking her dripping saliva back into her mouth. As she raised back up she carefully wiped her lips with one precious finger.
As the car slowed on the dark street where he lived she pulled the top of her simple pale blue cotton dress off her shoulders and pushed it to her waist. Trying to concentrate on driving and not gawk like a kid, his heart began to pound in his chest once again. She reached behind her, undid her bra, and slipped it off. There next to him, close enough to kiss, were the most beautifully formed breasts he had ever seen. Small--but in perfect proportion to her body, firm, they curved softly around the underside and had precise circles of reddish brown areola leading to her erect nipples.
Driving or not, he couldn't stop himself, he leaned toward her and sucked her smooth-as-silk tit, sliding his tongue around the hard nipple. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. A quiet groan of satisfaction escaped her throat. "Fuck me now," she thought.
He turned into his driveway, pressed the automatic garage door opener, and eased the car forward, assuming they were finished for now, until they got inside the house. But she put one hand on his neck and her mouth on his ear, breathing heavily, pressing her tongue noisily along every curve, licking him, fucking his ear with her warm tongue. At the same time her other hand began to stroke his cock in long squeezing pulls. Almost immediately she increased the speed of her strokes until she was literally jerking him off.
Finally the car was in the garage, he brought his foot heavily down on the brake screeching the tires and switched off the engine. Her tongue in his ear and her furious stroking were bringing him to the edge. His balls were sore and swollen and he felt his cock harden even more as the burning began to rise.
"No...not yet...."
"It's okay, baby, it's okay, do it for me, give me your hot cum" she whisper-smiled into his soaking wet ear, driving her tongue in.
He groaned loudly through his open mouth and involuntarily jerked his hips up off the seat as a hot white streak shot straight up from his cock. She stroked faster pulling the full length of the rock hard cock her throbbing cunt was screaming for. The car was filled with wet slapping sounds and he spasmed four more times, crying out each time.
She was breathing heavily and the muscles in her petite little arm burned from working so hard.
Thick white streaks covered her hand and forearm.
"Wow," she giggled quietly, looking at the mess on her.
"Wow. God I love it."
His chest was heaving.
She pulled the silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket and was wiping her arm when she stopped abruptly, made a show of dropping the handkerchief to the floor and stared into his eyes. She raised her hand to her face, never breaking eye contact with him, and with pouty lips she began to mouth his cum off her perfect skin. He saw her eyes narrow as she slowly licked his remaining sticky stuff, making sure that some of it hung in a string from her lip. She knew men loved to watch that kind of thing, and knowing what she was doing to him in that moment tipped her over the edge also. In her mind: "I'm cumming, cummiiinnnggggUhnnn....Ohhhh!" Her first orgasm of the night.
All he saw was her licking up his cum. It took all of her self-control to remain cool and deliberate while her thighs and pussy were flooding with frenzy. Her ass was pulsing and squeezing.
It had taken her forever to develop this kind of self-control once she dreamed up the thrill of cumming hard without her partner knowing. It gave her a secret sense of power over him. He didn't know she was cumming, that her creamy fluids were pushing out of her pussy lips and sat in thick streams on her thighs.
God what a night.
After a moment she turned and bounced across the seat to open the car door. When the light was on he saw that she had slipped out of her flat woven leather shoes and now stood barefoot on the cool concrete floor of the garage. He sat looking at her, taking in as much of her beauty as his mind could grasp.
She was standing near the open car door, facing him, and he watched as she freely and without inhibition or hesitation hooked her thumbs in her dress at the waist and quickly worked it below her hips. She stepped out of it lifting each graceful leg, naturally and without thought pointing her feminine toes. Then she breezily wiggled out of her wet panties and discreetly wiped her cum from her swollen pussy.
She stood naked facing him, gently and almost imperceptibly rocking side to side, curling the toes of one foot. A demur sweet smile spread across her face, and one hand was absently playing with the glistening wet folds of her shaved pussy. Her small, barely pooching belly was perfect--but then every part of her was.
"Come on, let's go in," inviting him into his own home.
As she turned toward the door that led into the house he saw for the first time the fine curve of her lower back gently rounding into her smooth firm ass, and he knew he would never be the same again.
(to be continued....)
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