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.
