by Sanya Sitter
And it was true, there was a torrential downpour falling around us. Who knows what I would have had to offer some jock for a lift tonight. "Crazy storm we're having, huh?" The sound of the rain pounding hard against the roof filled the silence as Mr. Pearce remained unresponsive.
Then I remembered that I should be acting drunk.
"You sounded more drunk on the phone." He snaps. I can tell he is irritated with me for calling him after what happened last week.
"I'm sorry, it's just... I feel comfortable around you. I wouldn't trust anyone else to drive me." His expression softens as we merge onto the road. The wiper blades on the front windshield squeak across the glass and fill the silence that was there again.
I gaze out the blurry window into the darkness, wondering how I am going to get Mr. Pearce to have sex with me tonight.
As we drive in the awkward silence, I wonder why Mr. Pearce doesn't seem to want me. I am attractive, and he even said himself how he thinks I am smart and gorgeous. Maybe I just need to let him take control. Let him take me and make me his obedient little whore.
I will be whatever he wants me to be if he will just give me a child.
I turned back to look over at Mr. Pearce staring intently at the road ahead. His driving arm bulged as he gripped tightly on the steering wheel, driving us ever closer to my home.
But I have to make sure we don't get there. Otherwise I might miss my chance to be with him.
"I have an idea..." I start softly, and let him consider for a moment what it could be.
"Yeah?" He says finally.
"What if you just pulled over right now," I pause again, "And then I let you fuck my brains out in the back of this SUV?"
"God dammit Jenny! I thought I made myself clear about this already.
"Please, Mr. Pearce! I need you to fuck me until until you cum inside me."
"Good god, Jenny! What has gotten into you?" I respond by leaning over to his side of the car and begin vigorously unstrapping his leather belt buckle.
Mr. Pearce jerks the steering wheel and we swerve a bit into the oncoming traffic. The tires screech against the wet black pavement.
With another quick swerve he manages to get us back on the right side of the road.
"Fuck, Jenny!"
"If that's what you want..." I snicker, getting the belt strap fully undone. I tug down on the zipper to reveal his white briefs, bulging with his engorging cock. I giggle and tell him, "You're getting awfully hard for someone who says that don't wanna fuck, aren't you?"
I giggle. I nibble softly at his mound, breathing warm air on his balls. Mr. Pearce is remaining surprisingly still during all this.
"I'm serious, stop!" So I stop and come back up. Then I whisper into his ear,
"Shhhh," I peel back his underwear and lower my head back down to his crotch.
"Get the fuck off--" He moves to grab my head, but stops altogether when he feels the warmth of my mouth around the head of his cock. I hear him choking back a moan as his cock slides deeper into my throat.
He wasn't going to admit that he was enjoying this, yet. I push deeper, trying my best to swallow the whole length of him. His was definitely the biggest cock I'd ever sucked.
I slurp and gag, drooling a line of saliva down the shaft. I swirl my tongue and maneuver my head all around, working his cock as deep as it will go. After all, I had a bit of practice at this by now.
I tap on the one hand that's still resting on top of my head.
"Push," I say, though the sound of it is gargled and truncated by the girth of his cock lodged in my throat. I feel Mr. Pearce leaning back into the cushion of his car seat as he applies a bit of downward pressure to the back of my head.
At last, he was giving in to desire.
He moans deep and long as he pushes me down the rest of the shaft until my lips are wrapped tightly around the base. I gag some more, licking at his balls while I'm sucking and slurping blissfully on his dick.
"Mmmm," I moan. And his cock did taste good. I slide my lips up and down, leaving a thick trail of saliva with my tongue.
The warmth and wetness of my mouth along Mr. Pearce's shaft causes his legs to shudder and I think he might be about to cum. I gag one last time as I lift my head off slowly.
"Nuh-uh. Not yet, Mr. Pearce. I'll only let you cum in my pussy." I giggle again.
And then he slams hard on the brakes, and I gasp as we swerve across two lanes. He pulls over to the shoulder and continues to brake until we come to a full stop.
Mr. Pearce keeps his gaze fixed in front of him, still gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles have gone white. The annoying squeak of the windshield wipers is noticeable again. The pounding rain above us has gone louder. I sense the pace of his breathing quicken--he seems upset.
"You've been a very bad girl, Jenny." The tone of his voice is cold and callous. The hand on the steering wheel lets go to snatch a big clump of my hair. With a hard jerk, he pulls me back down to his crotch.
"Agh, my hair!" I yell in pain. I'm sprawled out, half in my own car seat and half in his lap while the gear knob digs hard into my rib cage.
"It's time you start obeying me," He tugs down again to get me in closer between his legs. "Now keep sucking." He shoves my head down onto his cock, so I open my mouth to let him back inside.
"I'll be finished when I tell you." I wince when he pushes down hard from behind, still clutching my hair tightly. I gag hard and thick saliva pours out from my lips. He has to fight to keep my head down while I try to gasp for air.
I'm slobbering up and down his cock while he pushes and pulls as he pleases. Tears of dark mascara roll down my cheeks. I gargle the head of his cock each time he forces it down my esophagus.
Then he pulls me up and off by my hair and I wince again.
"Pull up your dress." I remain still a moment, wondering if I heard correctly. Mr. Pearce shakes my head violently and I scream. "Pull up your fucking dress!"
I reach around with both hands and lift the bottom of the dress until my bare ass is exposed.
"No undies again. You really are a filthy slut, aren't you?" I stare at him through teary eyes. Another thick glob of mascara rolls down my face.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He shakes me again.
"Y--Yes..." I say. The stinging pain of his hand landing hard against my bare ass cheek shoots through my spine. I moan loud over the sound of the rain. Then Mr. Pearce shoves his cock deep into my throat again.
"Yes what?" Trails of spit gush from the walls of my cheeks and ooze down his throbbing shaft as he lifts me up and off. Clumped strands of wet hair fall to my face and stick between my lips. He spanks me hard on the other cheek.
"Yes... I'm a filthy slut!" I scream as he spanks me again and again, harder each time. My body writhes and my pussy drips with wetness. Mr. Pearce slides two fingers between my ass crack and down to the entrance of my wet hole.
His fingers slip just inside and I let out a soft whimper.
"You're soaking wet! I can't believe you're enjoying this, you fucking whore." He says in utter disgust. "Now get the fuck over here." Mr. Pearce finally releases the strong grip on my hair and tosses my head.
He unbuckles his seat belt and lifts the lever on the side of his car seat to lean it back. The back of the SUV was spacious enough for it to go almost all the way flat.
I crawl over the gearbox with a slow apprehension. Facing away, I spread my legs across his lap and begin to lower my ass down into it.
Another spank hits hard against the rawness of my cheeks.
"Did I say you could do that?" He clutches firmly on both ass cheeks and spreads them wide apart. He shoves me forward against the steering wheel and my head collides the car's roof. I yelp and sob, but my pussy quivers with anticipation.
"Let's have a taste of the virgin pussy, then..." Mr. Pearce buries his face deep between my thighs and laps with relish at the sweetness of my juices.
The flat of his tongue presses between my folds and t
he tip of it dances around my clit. My whole body tingles, and the sensation masks the aching pain of my ass cheeks.
"Mmmm..." Mr. Pearce gives my pussy another good slurp as he pulls away from my crack. "Do you really think you can take this whole cock for your first time?" He asks, stroking the head of it.
"Yes... I--I want it--"
"You want what?" I feel another swipe across both cheeks and yelp. I gasp, trying to catch my breath. His spank had knocked the air from my lungs.
"I--I want to take your whole cock inside me!" He grabs me firmly by the waist and pulls me down until the head is at my entrance.
"Well then... show me you can."
I have to bite my bottom lip hard to keep from screaming as the girth of him spreads me apart. Even though I was dripping wet, it still hurt.
When the full head of his cock is in me, I brace myself to take in the rest by holding on to his thighs underneath me.
The tight walls of my pussy squeeze his dick as I continue to lower myself slowly, carefully down his shaft.
Then without warning Mr. Pearce impales me with his cock, tearing my hymen in one fierce thrust. My wetness coats his shaft as I slide down, until my round ass connects with the bulkiness of his ripped abdomen and I scream out.
"Ungh!" The sharp pain that shot through me turned quickly to immense pleasure. I could feel every inch of Mr. Pearce's pulsating cock deep within me.
I have to grip the steering wheel with both hands and squint hard just to keep from screaming again as he holds me in place by the waist and drills me wildly.
I moan uncontrollably while he pushes against my cervix and causes my hips to buck against him.
"Please Mr. Pearce..." My tits are compressed against the steering wheel while I'm riding on the whole of his monstrous cock. "Please... I need you to cum inside me."
I clench my pussy as tight as I can, trying desperately to coax his cock into squirting its seed into me.
The pace of his wild thrusting increases, and I continue bucking my hips with each thrust, squeezing intensely at the base of his shaft.
Then I lift myself up by pushing against his thighs and slam down hard onto his cock. Again and again, I glide my wet pussy along the entire length of him, clenching tightest at the head, then coming back down to his ball sac.
I am determined to milk the cum out if I have to.
A burning heat is rising deep within my core as his cock fills me whole. My lower body begins to spasm as the orgasm spreads across my body. My mind is flooded with a sea of ecstasy, my hips gyrate and my legs shudder.
Waves of pleasure flow out from my core to every extremity. I moan and cry out,
"Yes! I want your cum!" I lick lustfully around my lips and suck my index finger, as if I could taste the sweetness of Mr. Pearce's cum dripping from my mouth. And then he shot it into me.
"Oh, god!" He yells as his thick, warm load fills me. The head of his cock pulsates rhythmically, shooting more of his hot spunk deep in my pussy each time. I suddenly feel even more wet inside as his body jolts and his pelvis thrusts deep enough to lift me up in the seat.
I clench and relax the walls of my pussy in sync with the gyrations of his pelvis, milking every lost drop of his cum into me. Finally, he falls backward against the seat cushion and sighs.
My torso collapses and my breasts fall against the horn of the steering wheel. But I am too exhausted to move. We both remain motionless as the last bit of spunk dribbles from his cock.
At last, it was done. He had his way with me and treated me like a little whore, but Mr. Pearce had given me exactly what I wanted. He had taken my virginity, and now I would be a mother.
The rain had finally come to a halt, but the windshield wipers were still going. Only, I couldn't hear them squeaking over the sound of the blasting horn.
But I didn't care. I could sit here like this on Mr. Pearce's cock until morning--or at least until a cop spotted us. Instead, I just wonder about what Christa would think if she found out her dad just impregnated me in his car.
TOO TIGHT
Mr. White always has all the good food. The stuff Mom never buys. I guess that's why I'm over at Mr. White's house more than my own. I can't stand being around my mother.
She is always teasing me about my weight, and it really hurts sometimes. She thinks she's just being funny when she pokes my belly fat, going, "My daughter is getting so chubby!" Then she laughs like it's all a big joke.
The truth is I am really self-conscious about my weight. I'm not obese or anything like that, but it hurts to be made fun of like that. My mom is probably the reason I go over to Mr. White's to binge eat all the time.
Maybe I should see a therapist about that.
Anytime I ask her to buy the foods I like, she tells me, "Not with my money. Get a job if you want to buy junk food!" But that skinny bitch doesn't know how hard it can be for a big girl like me to land a job.
People look at you differently in in interviews, always staring with those judgmental eyes. Trying to find a job in retail when you're overweight is a nightmare.
But Mr. White doesn't seem to care. He is really the nicest person on Earth. He used to be overweight himself, so he really understands what I'm going through. But one day he somehow managed turn his life around. He got fit in just under a year--totally ripped, actually.
Then he scored a hot wife and moved to the suburbs next door. Ever since then, I've been making every excuse possible to be around him.
I saw some of his old pictures when he was overweight like me. It's incredible how much he has changed. The guy is a total hunk now. He's always telling me that I shouldn't care what people think of me.
"No matter what they say, you're gorgeous to me," he told me once. Then he nudged me, saying, "Hell, if I wasn't married..." then he just laughed without finishing the sentence.
Did he really mean it? In truth, I would give anything to be his wife. Being over there all the time, I sometimes pretend to be. That bitch is hardly ever at home anyway. Usually it's just me and Mr. White, sitting together on his couch watching television.
And honestly, those are my happiest moments. Just sitting there next to him, gorging on junk food and watching our show of mutual interest.
I like to fantasize that we're a happily married couple.
More than that, I fantasize about Mr. White impregnating me. The truth is, I want to be more than just his wife. I want to have a child with him. Then I can move out of Mom's house and eat whatever the hell I want without her nagging me all the time. I'm nineteen already for Christ’s sake!
If I got myself knocked up by Mr. White, I could finally escape the clutches of my stupid mother always telling me what to do--that I need to get a job, to lose weight. It never ends. That bitch will never understand. Mr. White and I could be so happy together.
And I know he wants a piece of this ass. Mr. White is always flirting with me when his wife isn't around. Just harmless stuff really, but it lets me know he would totally fuck me given the chance.
All I would have to do is give him a little bit of encouragement--let him know that this pussy is wet and ready for him any time. I may still be a virgin, but I'm confident I know how to make it worth his while.
He even caught me masturbating on that couch once. I was feeling super depressed after an argument with my mother, so I was sobbing into a bowl of ice cream with a bag of potato chips on my lap when the urge struck me.
I saw handsome Mr. White smiling next to his wife in a framed photograph of his wedding, looking all dressed up, and I just couldn't help myself.
I imagined I was her, what we would do together the night of our honeymoon. I slipped two fingers down my pants and felt the soggy spot around my clit. I let my eyelids drop, fingering myself a little while thinking about all the naughty things I wished Mr. White would do to me.
I bit down on my lower lip and moaned softly, gyrating my hips while rubbing my two fingers in a circular motion. I thought about him entering me, filling
me up with his enormous cock, wondering what it must feel like.
I spread my labia with two fingers then brought them up to my mouth, rubbing the sticky wetness over my soft lips. Then I sucked on my fingertips and licked the juices clean, moaning at the sweetness of it.
I sat up to slip my blouse off in one quick motion, then removed my pants and sprawled out on Mr. White's couch.
I brought one hand down to my breast and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the nipple and began sucking, flicking my tongue around my nipple. My breath was becoming heavy.