humor seemed to spread around us. Her hand suddenly became very heavy. It felt almost as if I had to drag her along with me to keep up our pace.
"Are you okay?"
Stopping, she eyed me cautiously. "You're not married, are you? I mean, I know you said you weren't. But, you're really not, right?" She seemed genuinely concerned, as if the thought had never occurred to her before but now, now that we were here , suddenly the question seemed immediately important.
"Married? No, no way. I never have been." Reassuringly, I squeezed her hand. I kissed her gently on her cheek, and we were off again. I felt her gaze linger on me as we walked, but quickly the mood returned and she nearly pulled me the rest of the way. She didn't seem to need much reassuring, once the formalities were disposed of. I found it a bit strange that she'd worry about my being married now, after I'd just spent the better part of an hour eating her cunt and asshole, but in the end I didn't care. I had something else on my mind. And we needed to get back to my house.
We reached my car, an old BMW 1600 that I'd bought and restored as a young grad student. Having unlocked it, I sat her carefully in the passenger seat. My cock quivered in my pants as I watched her drag her wet thighs across the black vinyl seats. I stood and watched her for a moment, taking in all of her beauty--that peculiar mix of innocence and sluttiness--feeling as if we were teenagers on a first date. A nervous giddiness throbbed in my chest. After closing the door, I ran around to the driver's side.
As soon as I sat down and closed the door, she leaned over and bit at my ear. "Let me suck your cock, baby," she said.
I kissed her back heavily and breathed, "No, not here. My place."
"Oh, Coop, honey," she persisted. "I gotta have something."
She leaned back in her seat and unzipped a large portion of her jumper. She smelled heavily of sweat and sex. Her smell made my cock rage in my pants. I wanted her then and there. But we couldn't--not out in the open like this. As much as I wanted her, wanted every part of her, right here was not a good place for what I needed.
"Cooper," she pouted.
I smiled and said, "Here." As I spoke, I unzipped my fly and gingerly lifted my hardened cock out of my pants. It was throbbing and painfully full, so much so that the tip of my cock peeked through my foreskin.
Immediately, she reached over and kneaded the head of my cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin along my glans.
"No sucking," I said in a mock stern voice.
"Yes, Daddy," she said, slowing slightly, running her fingers along my shaft and head. "I've never had an uncut one before."
"European thing, I guess," I said, for a lack of anything clever.
"I like it, Coop. It's gonna feel nice."
Feeling a cool breeze on my cock, I eased back in the driver's seat to watch Sonia's delicate mocha hand wrapped tightly around my shaft. Beautiful , I thought, on seeing my pale pink/white cock in her brown hand. I had to concentrate hard not to come at the sight of it.
"Let's go," she urged. "I've got to suck you, Coop. I've got to feel you inside me."
I started the Beemer, put her in reverse, and backed out of the parking space. It was difficult to change gears as Sonia pumped my cock. What had started as soft, loving touches quickly grew into violent, fervent pumping. She seemed determined to get me off before we got to my place. Soon, I was slowly thrusting my hips up to meet her every down-stroke. My balls ached as her fist banged against them, but concurrently the feeling was one of sharp, intense pleasure. I'd never quite felt anything so specifically hurtful and pleasurable. As my balls tightened and seemed to cry with pain, an even more intense pleasure coursed through my belly and loins.
"I'm going to make you come so fucking hard," Sonia announced in a crude whisper. The violent passion in her voice nearly sent me over the edge. I hadn't seen this side of her before, so wanton and desperate in such
"Are you okay?"
Stopping, she eyed me cautiously. "You're not married, are you? I mean, I know you said you weren't. But, you're really not, right?" She seemed genuinely concerned, as if the thought had never occurred to her before but now, now that we were here , suddenly the question seemed immediately important.
"Married? No, no way. I never have been." Reassuringly, I squeezed her hand. I kissed her gently on her cheek, and we were off again. I felt her gaze linger on me as we walked, but quickly the mood returned and she nearly pulled me the rest of the way. She didn't seem to need much reassuring, once the formalities were disposed of. I found it a bit strange that she'd worry about my being married now, after I'd just spent the better part of an hour eating her cunt and asshole, but in the end I didn't care. I had something else on my mind. And we needed to get back to my house.
We reached my car, an old BMW 1600 that I'd bought and restored as a young grad student. Having unlocked it, I sat her carefully in the passenger seat. My cock quivered in my pants as I watched her drag her wet thighs across the black vinyl seats. I stood and watched her for a moment, taking in all of her beauty--that peculiar mix of innocence and sluttiness--feeling as if we were teenagers on a first date. A nervous giddiness throbbed in my chest. After closing the door, I ran around to the driver's side.
As soon as I sat down and closed the door, she leaned over and bit at my ear. "Let me suck your cock, baby," she said.
I kissed her back heavily and breathed, "No, not here. My place."
"Oh, Coop, honey," she persisted. "I gotta have something."
She leaned back in her seat and unzipped a large portion of her jumper. She smelled heavily of sweat and sex. Her smell made my cock rage in my pants. I wanted her then and there. But we couldn't--not out in the open like this. As much as I wanted her, wanted every part of her, right here was not a good place for what I needed.
"Cooper," she pouted.
I smiled and said, "Here." As I spoke, I unzipped my fly and gingerly lifted my hardened cock out of my pants. It was throbbing and painfully full, so much so that the tip of my cock peeked through my foreskin.
Immediately, she reached over and kneaded the head of my cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin along my glans.
"No sucking," I said in a mock stern voice.
"Yes, Daddy," she said, slowing slightly, running her fingers along my shaft and head. "I've never had an uncut one before."
"European thing, I guess," I said, for a lack of anything clever.
"I like it, Coop. It's gonna feel nice."
Feeling a cool breeze on my cock, I eased back in the driver's seat to watch Sonia's delicate mocha hand wrapped tightly around my shaft. Beautiful , I thought, on seeing my pale pink/white cock in her brown hand. I had to concentrate hard not to come at the sight of it.
"Let's go," she urged. "I've got to suck you, Coop. I've got to feel you inside me."
I started the Beemer, put her in reverse, and backed out of the parking space. It was difficult to change gears as Sonia pumped my cock. What had started as soft, loving touches quickly grew into violent, fervent pumping. She seemed determined to get me off before we got to my place. Soon, I was slowly thrusting my hips up to meet her every down-stroke. My balls ached as her fist banged against them, but concurrently the feeling was one of sharp, intense pleasure. I'd never quite felt anything so specifically hurtful and pleasurable. As my balls tightened and seemed to cry with pain, an even more intense pleasure coursed through my belly and loins.
"I'm going to make you come so fucking hard," Sonia announced in a crude whisper. The violent passion in her voice nearly sent me over the edge. I hadn't seen this side of her before, so wanton and desperate in such
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