Chapter 5
Andy felt rooted in place as he knelt there on the garage floor. His hard-on moored him at one end and his mouth was stuck fast on Susan's pussy at the other. His head was bent down as if paying homage to Susan's beautiful body. He was still mouthing her pussy gently, just licking the platter clean after the nourishing meal had ended.
Susan lay back and enjoyed the after-play for a few minutes, then she wriggled up to a sitting position again.
Despite her lovely cumming, insatiable Susan was still feeling pleasantly horny. And now that she had been tongued, her wet pussy was in the mood to get stuffed full of hard, hot cockmeat.
She knew from the magnitude of the cockbulge in his fly that the garage attendant could supply what she needed in abundance.
And, besides, she owed the young man a cum and would have fucked him even if she hadn't felt like a cuntful - which was a most unlikely possibility, anyhow.
She grabbed him by his ears again and tugged. His face was plastered on her pussy, and for a moment it wouldn't come loose. As she pulled back on his ears, his lips simply distended and clung to her gooey gash. She yanked harder and his mouth pulled away with a lewd slurp.
Andy looked up at her, his eyes hopeful and bright, and pussy cream running down from both sides of his mouth in glistening ribbons, as if a string of pearls had melted in his mouth and overflowed.
"Want to fuck me now?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah!" he moaned with enthusiasm.
His prick jumped so violently that it was threatening to tear right through the fabric of his jeans. He could hardly believe his luck, half expecting her to turn out to be a cock-teaser, rejecting him at the last moment. He knew how hot and wet her cunt was from sucking it off, and the thought that he might fuck his tormented prick into that sweet pussy seemed too good to be true.
He was still half convinced it was all a wet dream.
Susan soon disabused him of that idea.
Leaning down, her heavy tits spilling in her clinging dress, she reached out and opened his fly as he knelt between her legs.
Andy wasn't wearing any underwear because, jerking off a lot on the job, as he was prone to do, it was a nuisance to have to struggle with confining briefs.
The instant that Susan pulled his zipper down, his prick came rushing out of his fly like a maddened bull charging into the bullring - looking for soft flesh into which it could sink its horn.
Susan gave a happy cry when she saw how enormous and stiff his cockmeat was. His circumcised cock looked hard as a battering ram.
The cock-knob was glistening, all slick with pre-cum seepage, streaks of the stuff running down the vibrant cockshaft. She reached into his fly and hauled his balls out, delighted at how full and heavy they were.
Andy was such a habitual wanker that the moment his cock was released, he automatically wrapped his fist around the cocklance and started to jack off.
Susan grinned and shook her head.
"No need for that now," she rasped.
And, taking his wrist, she drew his hand off his big prick.
She fondled his cum-bloated balls and gave the cockstalk a slow push-pull. But then she pulled her own hand away, too.
The young man was so desperately horny that she was afraid he might shoot his cum-load prematurely if she stroked his prick a few times. And what a frightful waste of jizz that would have been!
She lay back, lifting her ass and bringing her crotch up level with his loins. Her steaming cunt was poised there like a template awaiting his plunger.
Her whole crotch was lathered with his slobber, and more cunt nectar was seeping from her pussy now.
The fragrance of her aroused cunt drifted to Andy's nostrils, drawing him like an iron filing to a magnet. He almost lowered his head and dove on that perfumed pussy again.
But then her thighs closed around his hips and tugged him in. He thrust his prick out and the swollen cockknob nudged into her fuck-slot.
Susan wriggled in anticipation, her cuntlips pulling on his purple prickhead. Pre-cum ran out of his piss hole and streaked into the saliva and cunt juice in her pussy slot.
"Shove it up me!" she gurgled.
Andy held her under the ass, lifting her slightly higher, lining her fuck-hole up to the angle of his jutting prick. His cockhead flared mightily in her cunt slot and her clit sparked.
"Give the fucker to me!" Susan cried. "C'mon Andy! Don't let this one get away! Fuck me! Now!"
How could a mere garage attendant deny such a demand?
Andy, trembling like a leaf, his whole body shaking except for his cock, which was jolting, braced his knees on the floor and tightened his ass and then, with a lurch, fucked his huge cock up her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped, as his cockhead rammed into the core of her cunt.
Then she moaned as her steaming pussy tightened around his prick, clinging to the outline of his fucker from knob to hilt.
Andy held his cock in balls-deep for a few moments, looking stunned by the sensation of hot, wet pussy pulling and sucking on his cockmeat.
Susan squirmed about on his prick like a fish on a hook.
Then the dark-haired young man began to fuck her furiously, with all the pent-up passion of long frustration.
He pounded his prick in, his hairy ass corkscrewing with the violence of his fucking.
His cock hissed up her hot fuck-hole so fast that she didn't know if he was coming or going, pulling out or fucking back in. The intense friction of that lightning-fast fucking set her loins on fire. She thought that smoke must be pouring out of her abused fuck-hole.
His balls rolled in and whacked solidly against the curves of her ass as he drove his cockhead up into the depths of her pussy, filling her to the brim. His prick rammed in so deep that she thought the prick-knob must be shoving her vital organs aside to make room for it.
He was fucking too fast!
Susan wanted it to last for a while and tried to slow his frantic pace.
But Andy was out of control, a fierce fucking machine running amuck and pounding her pussy with piston strokes that jarred her to the bones.
Her body undulated sinuously under him as she fucked herself on his cock, but the frantic lad was shoving it to her twice as fast as she humped to meet his fuck-thrusts.
She could feel his fat cock swelling and throbbing with the impending peak. His balls slapped against her ass more heavily, so hard she thought they might bruise her asscheeks. And his pre-cum oozed steadily into her cock-stuffed cunt.
She tried to slow Andy by wrapping her legs around him, but he fucked like a maniac, heaving her pelvis up as he pounded his prick in, driving her down into the car seat, then jolting her upward again.
She whimpered for the sexually deprived youth to slow the pace, but he was unable to control himself now. His cock was driving him on. His hairy ass was a mere blur as he slammed in and out of her fuck-hole with his big prick.
"Don't cum!" Susan pleaded.
But Andy couldn't have lessened the furious tempo if he'd wanted to. He was pounding himself by his violent fuck-strokes even as he pounded Susan on the other end of his thick, steadily fucking prick.
Her cunt clung to him, but he whipped his prick out against the suction, almost pulling her pussy inside out on the backstroke and then stuffing her cuntlips right up into her pussy hole as he fucked in again.
He hooked in and heaved her ass up, then fucked the cockmeat to her as she hung bridged above the car seat. His hands gripped her hips and hauled her down, pulling her onto his cock like a tight-fitting boot onto a foot.
Her pelvis jolted as he lunged in, shaking her so much she thought that he hipbones were going to spring right out of their sockets. His cocklance transfixed her so deeply that she felt like a pig roasting on a spit.
She writhed and twisted and jerked, but Andy's assault was irresistible.
He howled savagely, and she knew he was about to empty his balls.
It was too soon. Having already creamed lavishly in his mouth, Susan needed a few more fuck-strokes before she could cum on his cock - but the lust-crazed lad was not waiting for her.
His belly slapped on hers and his prick hissed in to the core of her cunt as his balls erupted.
Susan cried out as she felt his jism gush into her pussy, hot and thick as melted lead. His cock hosed her cunt in creamy cascades, the fuck-juice flooding out in torrents. She could feel each hot spurt rocket from his cockhead, then felt it as his cum sloshed around in her cunt.
She loved that cum-load, of course. Andy was so sweet.
She heaved about wildly, desperately trying to catch up and mingle her own cumming with his.
But Andy drained off his steaming cock slime without waiting for her. The last foaming fountain of his jism burst into her cunt hole, and he gasped and sank down over her, his balls empty and his vitality spent.
Susan sighed in a combination of pleasure and frustration, adoring the wonderful feeling of a cuntful of cum - yet yearning to cream again, herself.
Her heels kicked on his hairy ass, urging him to feed her a few more finishing cock-strokes.
He could have, too, because his drained prick was still fat and firm in her fuck-hole.
But the inexperienced young man failed to understand.
To her dismay, Andy pulled his cummy prick out of her uncreamed cunt. He sat back on his heels, gasping, his cockmeat swaying like a hose before his dark-haired crotch. His nice abdominal muscles ridged and rippled.
Susan's pink pussy stayed open in a wide oval slot, retaining the outline of his fat pussy-plunger. Great streams of hot, white boy-cum bubbled from her vacated fuck-hole, soaking her crotch and running down her legs.
Susan smiled, pleased at the energetic fuck that Andy had thrown up her cunt, despite the fact that she hadn't cum with him.
She figured that she would know how to deal with the desperate young man in the future and she certainly intended for there to be plenty of future fucking down there in the garage, although Andy was a bit too wild to invite up to her apartment.
How handy it was going to be to have a nice young prick right on the premises, so that she could add a fuck a day to her total without even leaving the apartment building.
The next time, Susan figured that she would suck him off a couple times before they fucked, so that his potent cock and balls would last longer and give her time to cream on his cock as they fucked.
She sat up, lots of Andy's cock cream spilling out from her pussy as she shifted positions.
She gave Andy a wistful look, noticing that his circumcised cock was still swollen and tense. She was tempted to fuck him again.
But she knew that her sister would be waiting and that she had better get going now, before she got involved in any more fucking with that hot young stud.
Promising Andy that he could have all the pussy he wanted from now on - and that parking space was always available for his cock in the gooey garage of her groin - she slid behind the steering wheel and drove off.
Her well-fucked pussy was simmering very pleasantly and juicing onto the car seat as she drove.
It dawned on her that she had forgotten her panties, which had been tossed onto the garage floor, but she saw no point in going back for them. Andy was probably jacking off with them, anyway.
And so Jane Sheldon's younger sister, the kids' Aunt Susan, went on her weekend babysitting mission, expecting to be bored and frustrated and already intending to give her hot cunt a good pounding with her dildo as soon as she got the chance, believing that rubber prick was all she was going to get for a while ...
Meanwhile, young Andy, the parking attendant, was still hunkered down on the floor in a state of euphoria, still wondering if he had just had a dynamic wet dream.
He even pinched his prick to make sure that he was awake.
And, by so doing, he awakened new arousal in his super-potent fucker.
If Susan had lingered, Andy could have thrown the cock to her countless times.
The young man was in the habit of beating his meat repeatedly, cumming in sequence as he passed the idle hours of his workdays.
Naturally, thoughts of self-abuse came to the lad. Now that he had a real-life experience to remember, Andy figured that jacking off would be even more fun.
He got to his feet and gazed down, contemplating his cock as it swung. Then his prick began to jerk and jolt upward until it was angled like a howitzer from his hairy groin, his hard-on replenished with a vengeance.
Looking at his own cock - he did that a lot - he gazed across the bulging prick-knob and saw Susan's discarded panties on the floor.
Grinning, he bent down over his cock, rather like a vaulter bending over his pole as he prepared to spring over the bar. He picked up the soaking panties and took them back to his cubicle. As he squeezed them, a few drops of cunt juice dripped out and splashed on the floor.
He kneaded the wispy panties. They felt soaked as a sponge, pleasantly reminding him of the seething pussy that had spilled into them.
In his booth, he put the panties aside for a moment.
Andy was a shy, romantic, faithful sort of fellow. And now he took up his glossy magazine and leafed through it page by page, kissing each of the pictures affectionately on their glossy gashes, which were already well slicked by cum from his many previous jack-off sessions.
Then Andy closed the magazine up.
The lad was embarrassed at the thought of having his pretty paper playmates gazing at him from the pages as he spent his passion on another pussy substitute.
Andy had come to think of those magazine photos as real.
He felt he was being unfaithful.
But then, with the magazine closed and the paper women left in blind ignorance between the covers, he felt more secure.
He held Susan's drenched panties up to his face, sniffing the cloying aroma of hot cunt. He spread them out and ran his flattened tongue up the crotchband, savoring the pungent pussy nectar. He chewed on them, and cunt juice squished out. The lad was having fond memories of the creamy, tasty pussy that had flavored those panties so succulently.
He thought about eating her out, and about how her pussy had squeezed and sucked on his stiff prick as he threw that frantic fuck into her.
He thought about her sensual mouth, as well, and although Susan hadn't sucked his prick, Andy had a pretty good idea that she was the sort of woman who would gladly munch on his meat. He adored and respected Susan, but by no stretch of the imagination could the young man think of her as being chaste.
Then, inflamed by his memories and imagination, Andy held the panties down before his hard-on and, cheating flagrantly on his magazine, proceeded to jack off into the soaking panties-turned-cum-rag.
Then he did it again - and yet again.
Andy spilled his cum into Susan's panties eighteen times over the course of the weekend, both in his booth at work and in the evenings, when he took the panties home with him just like any promiscuous lady he had picked up.
He poured so much cum into those adored panties that by the time he returned them to the women who had so aromatically juiced them to begin with, they were hardly recognizable as panties at all.
And his girlie magazine had had a celibate weekend.