Chapter 2
Even though I was tired when I left the theater, I was still extra horny, still aching for a big prick to satisfy me. I cruised the main drag for a long time, speeding up and down the street in my new sports car. Rock music was playing on the tape system, and I turned the volume up real loud. My eyes swept both sides of the street, looking for a hitch-hiker like I usually do when my pussy wants some more action.
It was around 11:30 when I saw him. A young guy standing in the road, one hand in his pocket, the other with his thumb sticking out.
Since I like to be dramatic, I passed him, then screeched on the brakes and pulled over to the curb. He came running up and jumped into the car. Man, was he young. It felt like I was robbing the cradle. This guy couldn't be more than eighteen years old.
"Where you going?" I asked him.
"Home," he said.
"No kidding! I mean how far do you go, honey?"
He did a double-take and he got awful nervous. He moved away from me, close to the door. Now he seemed really young. But well-built. He was still trying to grow sideburns and it wasn't working. It made him look cute the way his peach fuzz ran down his cheeks. He was the kind of guy I would go for when I was back in high school. It seemed so long ago, even though it was just a couple of years since I was a hot young schoolgirl.
"I live about two miles down the road," he said. "I'm coming back from my girl friend's house."
"Oh, yeah, so you've got a girl friend, huh?"
"Yeah, she's nice. We're going steady."
"Did you get it in her tonight?"
He gulped. "What do you mean?"
"Man, don't they teach anything in school these days? I mean did you slap her the meat?"
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I don't believe this is happening," he said. Then he laughed and seemed more at ease. I looked over to his jeans, and-surprise!---he had a hard-on already. When he saw me looking at his cock, he practically jumped out of his seat.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Bob... Bob Stoner...."
"My name's Laura."
I met his eyes and licked my lips while dropping my gaze to his hard-on. Maybe I was overdoing it, but I was having fun.
There was hardly any traffic on the street so I drove faster than usual, flooring the accelerator. I think I scared him because his face was turning pale and he kept running his hands through his long hair.
At the first red light we came to, I unbuttoned my denim jacket. . .and turned towards Bob. With one hand I untied the lace on my halter top. With the other I lifted my left tit so it poked out through the muslin material.
"Wow," he sighed, like I was a dream come true. Which I was. Now he wouldn't have to go home and beat the meat because his girl hadn't reached the fucking stage yet. Maybe she let him feel her up once in a while, and maybe once or twice she gave him a hand-job, but his face said he'd never seen anything like me before..
"Why don't you come closer, Bob?"
He slid across the seat until he was right next to me.
"That's it," I said. "Now, why, don't you put your hand on my chest?" Right away his hand planted on my left tit. "Squeeze it a bit. . . ah, that's it . . Oh, you must be quite a lover."
By now he was gasping so hard I thought he might come in his pants.
"I'm not wearing any panties, Bob."
"Huh?"
"See how it feels down below."
His hand went to my cunt-lips and his fingers played with my pussy. I spread my legs so he could stick his finger in my gash.
The light changed and I stepped on the accelerator.
"I live just up the next block," he said, sitting back and taking his hands off my lit and cunt.
I pouted. "oh, it's kind of early to go in, don't you think? Why don't you come to my place for a while and we can watch TV or something."
I reached over and put my hand between his legs, tugging at his hard-on.
"... yeah.. ." he said. "Yeah. But I have to be in by one o'clock at the latest."
"Don't worry.
I turned the car around and we went back the way we came until I reached the turn-off for my apartment. By now he was used to me and wasn't freaking out at what I did. When I unzipped his jeans, he didn't move away, just sat back in the seat breathing hard. I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other one down his underwear grabbing his bare cock, slowly squeezing it and feeling the head of his prick throb.
My apartment is at one of these motel complexes on the lake that rents to students during the year, then jacks the prices up for the summer months. I live on the second floor in the back, facing the water. Even got a small balcony where I do my sunning when spring comes around. Inside my apartment I mixed drinks for the two of us and sat him down on my velvet-covered sofa. Then I put some rock music on the stereo and sat on the floor in front of him. He gulped his drink down in about two seconds.
It was time to get down to business. I went into my cock-tease act and danced to the music, rolling my hips back and forth like I was fucking an divisible partner. Then I tore off my halter and threw it on the floor. I stepped up to him and shoved my bouncing tits in his face. At the same time my hands went to his legs, massaging his thighs, then climbed up to the cock-bulge in his jeans. He unbuckled his belt.
"Your girl friend ever give you a blow-job, Bob?"
"No. ."
"Too bad. She doesn't know what she's missing," I said and pulled his jeans and underwear off him.
His cock was good-sized, standing up as rigid as a flagpole. He took off his gray sweatshirt and stared at me, wondering what would happen next.
I sank my lips onto his cock for a second, then stepped back and took off my skirt. He reached out and pulled me close so his mouth could swallow my tits. His tongue was like sandpaper as he swirled it around my nipples, moving from left to right.
I giggled and stood back again. I jerked his cock a couple of times, then started to kneel down. Before my knees touched the floor, a steaming white spray of cum shot through the air and splattered onto my stomach. It was warm and sticky and smelled sweet.
"I'm sorry," he said, and almost started to cry.
I was tempted to laugh but managed to hold back, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "Don't worry, Bob. That always happens the first time ... This is your first time isn't it?"
He nodded, all red and embarrassed.
"Come here, baby," I said, and lay down on the floor, loving the touch of the thick white shag rug on my bare skin.
We lay side by side on the rug. I took his hands and placed them on my tits. Then I took one of his hands and led it to my cunt, showing him how to finger it.
"That's it . . . ahh, that's it. Move it around now... Oh, you're so good . . . put your finger in and out . . . ooh . . . that's it. Faster . . faster! Ahhhhhhh..."
"Now get on top of me. Suck my tits." He buried his face in them and squeezed with his lips. "Yeah, use your tongue, Bob. Now move down lower . . . kiss my stomach."
His body was heavy and lean. He'd make a good catch for some chick in a couple of years. I pushed his head down and spread my legs as wide as they'd go.
"Suck my cunt, Bob.., suck it!"
My fingers played with his long brown hair and pushed his face right up to my pussy.
"Lick it. . . ah,. push your tongue inside my gash. Oh.. . then out ... and suck my clit! Right there! Ooooh, ooooh, suck it! Ahh, that's it!"
I held his face real tight with my legs and I lifted my hips up and down so his tongue slid rapidly over my clit. I felt the surge start to spread throughout my whole body and then it began.
". .. I'm starting to commmeee! Oh, I'm commmming! Suck me! Suck my cunt! OOOoh!"
I bucked so hard I lifted his face clear off the ground and coated his lips with my cunt-honey.
I pulled him on top of me. His cock was starting to get hard again. My hands guided his prick inside me and we started fucking in a good rhythm. I flexed my twat muscles so his cock was squeezed by my cunt and I felt his dick grow inside of my fuck-hole. We picked up the pace until I heard the steady slapping of flesh on flesh.
Then I remembered my promise.
"Okay, Bob, sit on my stomach."
He pulled his prick out and straddled me with his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. I pulled him up towards my tits and rubbed his prick against them, pressing the tip against my nipples. Some drops of cum came out and my boobs were warm and sticky.
"Now slide up," I said.
"Oooooh, I can't believe it," he kept saying.
His knees were on both sides of my shoulders and his cock was banging against my chin. I raised my head, opened my lips and started blowing his cock, sucking the jizz out of him. Bob was moaning and sighing as his cock slid down my throat and I tightened my mouth around it. On the way out I jerked off his cock and on the way in, sucked as hard as I could, all the way to the back of my throat. Then I put one finger in his asshole while really blowing him good. He shot his wad again. Not as much as the first time, but it was really sweet and warm. I kept his cock in my mouth for a long time, kissing it and sucking it.
Finally he lay back on the floor and collapsed.
"Oh, wow!" he said. "Wait until I tell the guys."
For a second I got mad, but then figured what the hell. Let him brag to his high-school friends about me. It couldn't hurt. Let him be a big man for a while. So I smiled at him and pulled on his dick again.
Then I took him home. Even got him inside his parents' house before one o'clock so there'd be no trouble. I imagined what the conversation inside his house would be like. Mother: "Bob, where have you been all this time?"
Father: "Yeah, Bob, it's awful late."
They'd say this without taking their eyes off the TV.
"Oh," Bob would say. "I was over at this girl's apartment getting a blow-job."
"That's nice, Son," they would say together. "Good night."
I went to sleep really satisfied; In all it was a good day. I had had a lot of action at work, and not only that, I gave a young guy his first real piece of ass. .
I went to sleep with my fingers in my cunt just thinking about it.