A new smile.
One with white teeth gleaming, and the sides of his mouth curled up to depict what could only be described as…
Progress.
AVERY
Be careful what you wish for. I’ve heard it. I’ve preached it. I had a sinking suspicion just to prove a point Axton would attempt to make me regret ever telling him I wanted rough and adventurous sex. Axton wasn’t much of a practical joker or a prankster of any sort. He was all business. As I was wondering exactly what I signed on for, he pulled his bike along a side street in Winfield and parked it alongside the curb.
“Well, get off,” he insisted after he parked.
He turned the ignition to lock, and put the keys in his front pocket. “You hear me?”
“I’m getting off,” I said as I stepped off the bike and looked around.
“Follow me,” he said as he began walking down the sidewalk.
“You kind of like really stand out. You’re fucking huge, covered in tattoos, and you’re wearing a 1%er cut. Someone’s going to call the cops,” I said as I attempted to catch up with his long stride.
He continued to walk silently.
“I fit in. I’m a cute college girl wearing roll-hem jean shorts and a Pink tee. Hey, slow down,” I said between breaths as I tried to catch up with him.
“You’re a college graduate who talks too fucking much. Be quiet,” he said flatly.
As we turned a corner and began walking down another residential side street, I stopped and stared. A police cruiser was parked in the street two houses down from where we were.
“Cops,” I announced as I pointed toward the car.
“No shit,” he sighed as he continued walking.
As we walked up to the car, it became apparent what he had planned. At least where he planned to fuck me was clear.
“Watch for the cop, I’m going to look for a spare key,” he whispered as he lowered himself to the ground.
I scanned the street in both directions. “You’re going to steal a fucking cop car?”
“No, I’m not going to steal the motherfucker. Now be fucking quiet. They always keep a key in one of those magnetic key holders on the frame of the car, just in case they get locked out. Just stand there and look pretty,” he said as he slid under the car.
As I listened to him groan and grunt, his feet moved along the outside of the car, indicating where he was looking for the key. Honestly, I had no desire to have sex in a cop car. It would be exciting I suppose, but we would definitely go to jail if we were caught. I’m sure in a small town like Winfield it would be written up in the local newspaper as well. My professors would certainly have a long laugh at my expense.
Please, don’t find it.
I looked up and down the block for pedestrians, neighbors, and of course, the cop. It was nine o’clock at night in the summer, and it had only been dark for fifteen minutes. No one was in bed yet; everyone was up and watching television or cleaning up the mess from dinner. As I attempted to look innocent, he said the three words I had hoped he wouldn’t.
“I found it!” he whispered.
As he slid out from under the car, I inhaled a shallow breath and sighed heavily.
“When I open the door, the interior light is going to come on. If I don’t start the car, it’ll stay on for ninety seconds or so; and I don’t intend to start it. So, during that time, you little smart-ass, you’re going to suck my cock. That way you’ll be hidden. When the light goes out, we’ll figure it out from there,” he said as he held the key in front of him.
I glanced up and down the block. The street lights illuminated the street rather well. As a girl, I had always felt the city’s streets were dark and scary at night. Now, standing beside the cop car thinking of sucking Axton’s cock, the street seemed to be illuminated all too well.
“Do they like add street lights on the blocks where the cops live? It’s like day time out here,” I complained.
He pressed the button on the key and unlocked the door. As he glanced up toward the house, he nodded his head toward the car and gave me his command. “Get the fuck in.”
He pulled the door open and slid into the seat. “Come on.”
I rolled my eyes and slid in beside him. As he had guessed, the light stayed on long after he shut the door. I sat in the car with my heart beating through my chest, hoping I didn’t see a cop walk up and beat on the window. As I planned my escape route just in case, he unbuckled his belt.
“Get down so they don’t see you,” he whispered as he pulled out his cock.
“Jesus, Axton. You’re already hard as fuck. I thought you had problems with that?” I chuckled.
He was far from amused. The look on his face was one of sheer disappointment and anger. Although I’ve never really been one to actually want to suck a dude’s cock, I immediately planted my face into his lap and began to lick and suck his huge cock. On about the third slurp, the interior light went out. I slowly lifted my head from his lap.
“You’re nowhere near done,” he grunted as he gripped my head in his hands.
Reluctantly, I began to work my mouth up and down his cock. I was kind of starting to get into it, and it was turning me on no matter how much I disliked doing it. One advantage, I suppose, was that for the entire time, my eyes were closed and I didn’t think of where we were or what might happen if we were caught. After sucking and stroking it for some time, my jaw began to get sore. I lifted my mouth free of his massive rod, and began to stroke it as I opened my eyes.
He was sitting upright in the seat, looking down at me as if I were crazy.
“Take off your shorts,” he demanded as he tossed his hand toward my waist.
“Off off? Like Off?” I asked as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked out the window.
“What other kind of off is there? Yes, fucking off, Avery. I’m going to fuck you, and it’ll be a real bitch if you leave those fuckers on,” he growled as he pulled his jeans down past his thighs.
I looked out the window and gazed up and down the block.
Nothing.
I turned and looked the other direction.
Nothing.
I leaned back into the seat, and stretched my legs out as far as I could. Half scared, and with my heart pounding, I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them to my ankles. After a second’s thought I decided to leave my shoes on, and pulled the shorts past my shoes. Not knowing where to put them, and considering there were all kinds of cop radios and shit everywhere, I tossed them onto the dash. After a quick survey of the front of the car, I reached into the floorboard, picked up my clutch, and placed it on the dash beside the shorts.
“Jesus jumped up Christ. You ready?” Axton sighed angrily.
I nodded my head eagerly although I was scared to death.
“Get up here and ride me,” he said as he began stroking his cock.
“Holy shit. Seriously?” I gasped as I looked down at the ten inches of throbbing flesh.
He raised his hands in the air and spoke crossly, “I swear, you went from fuck me hard and be adventurous doing it to a complete scared ass little fucker in a matter of hours, didn’t you? If you’re scared, go to fucking church.”
I climbed across the seat and lifted my leg over his thighs. After resting for a moment on his upper legs, I raised myself into the air and hovered over his cock, holding my ass over him with what little arm strength I had. Half in fear of his cock killing me in this particular position, and half in fear of the cops shooting us or arresting us, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. As I felt it begin to penetrate me, I exhaled loudly and attempted help relieve myself with my quivering arms.
I leaned forward and looked between my legs. The street lights shining in through the window confirmed my suspicion. I had roughly a fourth of his cock in me. I felt like I was being impaled by a sword. I closed my eyes, raised myself up and lowered myself again. Slowly, I repeated the process. Each time, I took a little more of his cock inside of me. I bit my
lip and lowered myself onto it again, taking a little more of the shaft inside me. It came as no surprise as I relaxed on the down stroke, I had a miniature orgasm. I raised myself and lowered myself again.
Another orgasm.
I opened my eyes.
“Having fun?” Axton asked.
“Uhhm. I forgot where we were. It feels weird. I keep having like mini orgasms. You’re fucking huge,” I responded.
“I know I’m huge. It’s my cock. I’ve had it for a while, so I’m well aware. You ought to try walking around with this motherfucker hanging between your legs for a lifetime. Now,” he said as he reached under my ass with both hands. “We’re going to fuck.”
He lifted me off of his cock and released me. As I literally fell down the entire length of his shaft, he raised me again. Again he lowered me down the shaft, then up, down, up. I began to breathe heavily. He moved his hands from my ass to my hips and began slamming me up and down his cock.
About thirty seconds into it and I was a literal wreck. I bit my lip and began to have what I knew would be another earth shattering orgasm. When I realized where we were, I began to look around nervously as I felt myself reaching climax. As if embarrassed to be seen having an orgasm, my muscles tensed. After seeing no one peering inside the car, I relaxed onto his cock.
As I exhaled a breath, Axton shook his head, lifted me off his cock, and tossed me to his side.
“What?” I gasped.
“You nervous little motherfucker. You’re done driving this train. Get out,” he demanded.
“What?” I stammered.
“Out. It’s the opposite of in. Get. Out,” he growled.
Not knowing what I had done or what to do, I sat and stared, sad that I hadn’t satisfied him. He reached over me and pulled against the door handle, opening the door, and turning on the interior light. He pointed out toward the street.
“Get out and put your hands on the fucking trunk. I’ll fuck you in the street,” he grunted.
Nervous, but not willing to risk making him angry, I stepped out of the car naked from the waist down and walked nervously to the trunk. Right behind me, Axton shuffled his way to the rear of the car with his jeans around his ankles and his boots still on. As I glanced up and down the well-lit street, he pushed me against the trunk and kicked my legs apart.
“Long-legged little bitch. Get that little pussy down here where I can get to it,” he said.
I pressed my hands onto the surface of the trunk and closed my eyes. As I felt his hand against my butt, I flinched nervously. His still swollen cock now in his hand, he guided it into my wetness. I gasped at the angle of his cock inside of me; it was hitting spots that had never been hit. Never having felt anything like it, I spread my hands across the trunk and planted my face against the cold metal. After a few short, slow strokes, he grasped my hips and forced himself inside me completely.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Always,” I whimpered.
He began to forcefully fuck me with all his might. His hips slapping against my ass, and my thighs banging against the edge of the trunk, he continued to fuck me steadily and deeply. I opened my eyes and stared into the back of the car in shock as he continued to fill me with his ten-inch swollen dick. His balls slapping against my clit with each stroke were enough to cause me to close my eyes and attempt to focus.
“Tight pussied little fucker,” he said through his teeth.
Being fucked in the street of small town USA wasn’t necessarily what I had in mind when I said I wanted adventurous sex. Although it wasn’t as scary as I expected, having him pound me into the back of a cop car wasn’t anything that made me various shades of comfortable either. As he slid his stiff cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy, I opened my eyes and began to moan.
Whack!
His hand slapped my ass.
Holy fuck.
Initially startled, I was immediately turned on by his hand slapping me. As the stinging on my butt cheek heightened, he slapped me again.
Whack!
“My hair,” I gasped as I lifted my head and tossed my hair over my shoulders.
“Pull it.”
He breathed against my neck. “Fuck yeah I will.”
He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled it steadily. As my scalp began to sting, I arched my back and rose up onto my tip-toes.
Fuck yes, this is what I was talking about.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered.
The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed up and down the block. Lost in the feeling of his cock filling me, I began to moan louder and louder. I arched my back and moaned in pleasure as his swollen balls banged against my clit. Knowing I was mere seconds from exploding, I opened my mouth and groaned.
“I’m…”
He pulled my hair with a little more force.
“I’m going…” I closed my eyes and focused.
My entire body began to tingle. Again, just as before, my ears started ringing slightly.
“I’m going to fucking cum. You sexy little bitch. I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with cum,” he growled.
As I listened to his breathing change to heavily labored choppy breaths, I relaxed my arches and lowered myself off my tip-toes. Immediately, I exploded into an earth shattering orgasm. As my legs began to collapse, he thrust himself into me and held his cock still. I felt him explode inside of me, filling me with his warm cum. I relaxed and exhaled into the darkness, satisfied that I had satisfied him. As he stood still, I felt my inner self quiver into another orgasm. I closed my eyes and sighed into another orgasmic bliss. As my knees bent and I almost collapsed, he reached under my hips and held me upright.
“Holy shit, that’s one tight little pussy you’ve got, Avery. God damn, we’re going to need to work up to an all-nighter. No way I can last all night in that little fucker right now,” he sighed.
“Can you stand?” he asked as he pulled up his jeans, forced his half stiff cock inside, and buckled his belt.
“Doubt it,” I moaned.
“I’ll grab your shorts and little wallet,” he said flatly.
As he opened the door to the car, I heard a voice from my right side.
“What the fuck are you doing on the trunk of my car?” a deep voice hollered from the front porch of the house.
I immediately stood straight up. As I heard the car door close, Axton screamed. “Come on. Hurry the fuck up.”
As Axton passed me, in a full on dead run toward the corner, I turned and began running toward him, naked from the waist down except my Chuck’s. My legs and hips on fire, and cum falling from my sopping wet pussy, I slowly began to catch up. As we ran, we both began to laugh heavily.
As our laughter filled the night air, I knew one thing for sure.
Being with Axton would never produce a day of boredom.
Not a single one.
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My life had been a series of ups and downs, never staying in one place for very long. I did realize I played a huge part in the peaks and valleys in which my mind resided, but maintaining an even keel was difficult for me, and even though I realized it was difficult for everyone else on earth, it was apparent it wasn’t equally difficult.
I was different.
I had always been different.
I found comfort in Riley; what she offered me mentally, physically, and emotionally was unlike anything I had previously received as the result of human contact. Keeping her in my life would require consistency on my part, and being constant or living an unchanging life had never been strengths I possessed.
Confused on how to proceed with life, but desperately wanting my time with her to continue, the answer came to me at an AA meeting. Or, at least what I believed to be the answer. Steps two, three, and four were exactly what I needed to apply to my life. I felt if I adhered to the principles of the program, progress was certain.
There was no way millions of converted drunks could be wrong.
“Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.” This was easy for me. I had been trying to restore myself to sanity for some time, and had been rather unsuccessful. In fact, my way of doing things landed me in the very meetings I was using to attempt to correct my life. For me to believe God or a resemblance of God might be able to make changes for the better in me and my life was simple. I knew I couldn’t, so to believe he could wasn’t a stretch at all.
“Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.” If I wanted the previous step to work for me, believing this step could be skipped or cast aside was impossible. I had never been a person to pray, go to church, or even discuss God, but I was now convinced my lack of contact with him just might have contributed to the emotional roller coaster my life had become.
“Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.” After discussing the steps with an old timer, he explained the importance of performing this step. If I stepped out of myself and stood as a critical examiner of who Blake West was from a moral standpoint, I was disappointed with him. This step allowed me to become aware of the changes I needed to make in me to become the person I deeply desired to be.
But first things should always come first, so I prayed for the ability to have eyes that could see, ears that could hear, and a mind that was able to discern right from wrong.
I was now proceeding with life listening more, talking less, and at least attempting to be a man with a moral compass. As much as I admired Riley and her simple way of living life, I decided to follow her lead. I expected if I did, my life would become a mirror image of hers.
Or so I hoped.
“The food was fantastic,” I said as I leaned away from the table.
“Thank you,” Riley’s mother said. “I can’t take complete credit, Riley helped out.”
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