This is a long one! Previous two stories about this boy in my post history.
After D cleaned himself up I headed home so that his parents would go to sleep. I was impatient – he had gotten his release and was already texting me about how horny he was in anticipation. I hadn’t gotten mine yet, so I was hot and bothered and soaked through my panties. Hearing how ready he was to go again was only making that wet spot spread. Luckily I had a car with fold-down seats and a plan.
Once his parents were asleep he snuck out to the road and I swung by to pick him up. His neighborhood was rural – the properties were spaced out and there were plenty of dark inconspicuous areas to pull over. He directed me to a park like area with a paved lot – dark, secluded, and perfect. As soon as the car was in park, D reached across and undid my seatbelt and pulled me into his lap. He really was improving quickly at getting bolder and taking what he wanted from me. He knotted his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck and pushed his tongue into my open mouth. I could feel his bulge pressing firmly against the wet spot in my panties, and I moaned into his mouth. I ground my hips down against him, pulling his hair back slightly and tipping his head so I could see his eyes roll from the sensation. He may have been getting bolder, but his inexperience still showed in how easy it was to get him pleasure drunk – to bring him to the edge. It was all still so fresh to him that it felt like fantasy crossing into reality. All the things he’d spent years jerking off to the mere idea of finally happening to him in real life, and his desperation for it was palpable.
I bent slightly to softly bite down his neck, enjoying making his back arch and watching his eyes continue to roll and glaze over. “You like this don’t you baby?” I crooned as I continued biting down his neck and rolling my soft pussy against his lap. “God yes”, he moaned, and I could sense restraint in his voice as he struggled to maintain control of himself. But I wasn’t about to let him cum without fucking me a second time that night. I took his hand and slipped it into my leggings right down to my soaking wet pussy and watched his eyes widen. “You feel what you do to me baby? You have me dripping wet. I need you. I need you to fuck me so bad”. He groaned, and I felt his cock flex hard in response as his fingers explored my pussy. Then our tongues were back in each other’s mouths and we couldn’t get into the back seat fast enough.
It was freezing outside, but the heat from our horny bodies was already enough to steam the windows. As I crawled into the back and took my clothes off, I suddenly felt his hands parting my knees. He had gotten undressed in what seemed like a fraction of a second. As he crawled between my legs his erection was so hard it flexed up to touch the light trail of hair under his belly button. His mouth hovered over my pussy. “Is this ok?”, he asked sheepishly, but his eyes were dark with lust. I barely had time to nod before his tongue was buried between my legs, lapping at the sweet wetness he’d been contributing to since that evening. His cock was jumping, and as if he couldn’t go one more second without friction on it, he reached down and started stroking it as he ate me out. My clit was already so sensitive from being teased all night, and having his tongue on it while seeing him play with himself pushed me close to the edge. I was starting to lose myself almost as much as he was.
My eyes were glued to him – watching his hand pump his swollen cock and his hooded eyes as he tried to suck my soul out of my pussy. Goose bumps rose on my skin and my legs shook. I knew I wouldn’t cum this way (I’m a g-spot girl), but he had me so on edge I knew I would the moment I felt his perfect dick push inside me. I was aching for it. I could tell from his expression and the way he kept pausing in his strokes that he was getting dangerously close to cumming – trying to hold himself back. I loved keeping us both on the edge. I didn’t want to give in too easily and have it be over this fast. “Come here baby”, I said as I guided his hips around and positioned his cock over my face so we were in 69. He groaned in anticipation of what was about to happen. Just as his tongue found my clit again, I started to lick him from his balls to the head of his cock. His breath hitched and his erection flexed upward in response. I did it again and again and again. Sometimes just with the precise tip of my tongue flicking up the length, and sometimes using the full firm flat of it. Giving him enough to make his hips buck without making him cum.
But his attention to my pussy was getting more intense and better focused. He was starting to plunge his tongue and his fingers inside me, and it was making my body ache for release. I could feel my juices dripping down my ass cheeks and the smooth walls of my pussy contracting, trying to draw him in deeper. He was going to make me cum this way if I didn’t act fast, and I wanted to cum on his cock first. So to distract his efforts I wrapped my lips around the head of his erection and sank my mouth deep onto it, bottoming out at his balls and swirling my tongue around the length. His mouth left my spasming pussy to let out a tortured moan.
Spurred on by how vocal he was being, I increased the suction on his cock, sucking him in and out of my soft warm mouth and massaging him with my silky tongue. Allowing the head to dip into the back of my throat on every draw. His legs were trembling and he was thrusting into my face almost mindlessly as if it was a reflex he couldn’t control. “You’re gonna make me…” he stammered, and I pulled my mouth off him. “Not yet I’m not. I want you to fuck me baby. I want you to fuck me until you can’t control it any more, and then I want all your cum deep inside me”.
Even saying those words was a risk with how close to orgasm he was, but I didn’t care. He needed no further instruction. He spun and parted my thighs around his hips, and I reached down to grab him and rub his impossibly hard cock up and down the slick entrance to my pussy. “You’re going to make me cum as soon as you’re inside me baby. I can already feel it” I moaned. His eyes flashed and he pushed into me. I felt his cock stretch my opening and stroke against my g-spot. One more pump and I was finished. I felt my insides shudder, finally finding the release they’d been waiting for for hours. My moaning turned into more of a scream and then a whimpering as my orgasm tore through me. My back arched up toward his torso, and when I looked up I saw his eyes ratcheted to me, to my body and my face as he made me cum. He was fucking me hard now. Letting me feel every inch of him with his long deep strokes, head to hilt with each thrust. I could feel his throbbing deep inside me – could see his eyes starting to become unfocused even as he stared at my writhing body and at the intersection of both our bodies where he could see himself fucking me. He reached out and grabbed one of my hard nipples, fondling my breast covered in goose bumps from pleasure. He was overstimulated and he was losing it, his arousal engulfing him.
“You’re going to cum aren’t you baby? Come on. Let go. Give it to me. Pump all your cum deep into my belly. I want it”. I egged him on as he ravaged me, looking directly into his glassy eyes. “Tell me. Tell me you’re going to cum inside me D”, I begged. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m cumming…”, his eyes rolled as he buried himself to the hilt inside me, spilling his load. Even after having cum once a few hours ago, I could feel his cock pulsing pump after pump of hot cum into my belly. His hand was still gripping my breast and he stared at me throughout his orgasm. His eyes pinged from the soft breast in his hand to my lust filled face, to my slick pussy filled with his cock. He drank it all in as he bred me, shudders running down his back. His intensity sent me back over the edge too, and I came on his cock one more time as it pumped it’s final spurts into me.
We were messy with both of our juices when he withdrew. We cleaned up as best we could and struggled back into our clothes, laughing about how steamed the windows were. We had noticed headlights go by a couple times during our escapades, and had tried to lay low, but those windows for sure gave away what was happening. Sure enough, right as we returned to the front seats, a pair of headlights pulled in. It was a cop, and he asked for our licenses. Luckily we were fully clothed at that point, so he had nothing on us. I told him my car had been making noise so I pulled off to check it, and we got away totally off the hook (though I’m sure he knew from the steam and our flushed faces that he had definitely just missed some action).
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