It was late, the backroads outside of the city dark. On an empty farm-side road, Cooper’s shiny new Honda was parked on the shoulder, the only lights on in the car the blue dials on the dash. Cooper’s interest in Cherry had his heart pounding even as they sat there in the dark, alone.
“Come here,” Cherry beckoned, her elbow on the center console between them, her fingers coaxing him towards her. When his head was near her hand, she grabbed his jaw, pinching his cheeks between her thumb and fingers. Cooper’s lips pursed out like a fish as she grabbed him. “Watch,” she said breathily.
Then Cherry’s breathing began to pick up. Slowly her right hand slid down her stomach and into her shorts. Cooper watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a small moan, touching herself. Her left hand held his face in position, almost as if she were forcing her to watch. But there was nothing forceful about it; he wanted it. His manhood stood at attention faster than it had since he’d first started high school, testing the strength of his pant seams.
After a few more moans, Cherry removed her hands. Her pointer and middle fingers were stuck out like a gun, and half of each was coated in a shiny, sticky fluid. Cherry pressed those two fingers under Cooper’s nose. “Smell me.”
Cooper’s breath was long as she first breathed in and then, catching the smell of her womanhood, he began breathing in deeper. He didn’t want to stop breathing it in. It was musky and faint, a smell unlike anything he’d ever smelled before. Drool filled his mouth and he swallowed hard.
Cherry squeezed Cooper’s cheeks and demanded, “open your mouth.” Her voice was stern, almost angry. Cooper was sure he’d be in serious trouble if he didn’t listen. He obeyed her command and opened wide against the pressure on his cheeks. Then Cherry commanded “stick your tongue out.” His cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants. His tongue rolled as far out as it could go.
Those two slick fingers pushed into Cooper’s mouth, as far back as they could go, so that Cherry’s knuckles were rubbing against his teeth. Her fingers pressed into the back of his tongue, just on the cusp of soliciting a gag, and then ran from the back to the front, leaving a sticky trail of her juices down the length of his tongue. As she did, a deep quivering built up inside Cooper, his body vibrating with anxiety and anticipation. Most importantly, he was filled with an animal desire. The taste of her made his eyes roll and his body heave like a bull.
Except he wasn’t the one in control. Cherry was. She watched as drool once again filled his mouth, this time rolling and dripping off of his tongue and onto the dash. Now his cock ached to the point of being uncomfortable. He’d never wanted anything so badly, so instinctually. He’d become rabid from her taste. But Cherry still held him there, not letting him give into temptation.
His hands grabbed at the hem of his jeans, fiddling with the button.
A sharp pain in his cheeks made him stop, however. Cherry was pushing so hard on his jaw that he was very suddenly pulled away from removing his pants to touch himself. The shock made his member jump.
“Don’t touch yourself.”
The shivering had grown into full-body quaking, and Cooper sat watching Cherry for a moment. She watched him as well as she took a drag from the dwindling little nub of their shared joint. Her eyes were sharp and controlling, as if her deepest pleasure were simply teasing him and controlling how and when he could enjoy it. The idea had created just an overflow of precum that Cooper’s pants were beginning to show signs of his wetness.
Again she let her fingers explore her opening. Then they entered her, deep inside. The look on her face was ecstasy as she held onto his cheeks, teasing him with her moans. When her fingers came back out after a near eternity, they were coated in thick juices all the way to the knuckle.
Cooper’s hands grabbed at the belt of his pants and held onto them like handlebars, knuckles white. Again, Cherry’s fingers ran under his nose, but this time she left a mark of her fluids on Cooper’s upper lip, leaving him in a fog of her intoxicating scent. Then she wiped the rest along his tongue, making sure to get everything off of the back of and between her fingers.
There wasn’t anything Cooper could do to control his cock now. Betrayed by his member, he shot wave after wave of hot cum into his underwear, soaking his pubes. His body shivered hard, his breathing erratic. Moans escaped him, something he was rarely prone to. The moisture of his cum soaked through his jeans, leaving him with a large wet stain on the front of his pants. He was embarrassed, ashamed, and would have to drive sitting in his own ejaculate. And what was worse, he hadn’t been allowed to touch himself. His orgasm felt half-complete and frustration join his embarrassment.
Cherry smiled at the look on his face, obviously proud of how she had teased him until he could no longer contain it. She let go of his cheeks with a small shove back towards the driver’s seat. She giggled at the mess in Cooper’s lap, then cocked her head towards the road.
“Drive.”
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