Jock's Baby

by Roxeanne Rolling

  He pushes it in just a little, starting to tease me.

  I cry out, moaning. “Come on, put it all the way in.”

  “I thought you wanted to taste it first with your mouth.”

  “Fuck it,” I say. “I want you inside me. All the way. Quit teasing me.”

  But he’s still not putting it all the way in, just doing these short little slow strokes that are driving me completely crazy.

  Finally, he pushes it all the way to the hilt. I gasp, and close my eyes as I push my own face into the grass, face down.

  “Now you’re going to taste me, little bad American girl.”

  “There’s no clever French word for that.”

  “You wouldn’t understand it.”

  “How do you know?”

  “You Americans never know anything but English.”

  “And I suppose you know like twenty European languages, and a couple rare East Asian ones.”

  “Yup,” he says, but he’s not paying attention. He’s toying with his massive cock that’s sticking straight out, angled up. He’s on his knees, stroking his cock slowly in the sunlight that’s becoming brighter with each passing minute.

  I want his cock. I can’t keep away from it another minute. Like I said, I’ve never felt this way about giving blow jobs before, but it’s like I…like it’s a fucking magnet, a super powerful one.

  I get down on my knees and take the tip of his cock in my mouth, pressing my lips together to apply more pressure.

  Before I take it in my mouth, a condom appears on his cock, fully unfolded, almost completely out of nowhere. He sure is fucking fast and stealthy with those things.

  Luke’s fondling my breasts, caressing each one in each hand, tugging at the nipples. He leans down and gently moves my head away from his cock, tilting my head up so that he can kiss me, long and deeply.

  Finally, I go back to his cock. He bucks his hips, so that it comes all the way into my mouth, up to the hilt.

  “You like tasting yourself on my cock, don’t you, little American?”

  Ewww, I think. That’s kind of gross.

  But, honestly, and I mean like deep-down super secret honest, the thought of it kind of turns me on.

  Fuck it, I don’t need to overanalyze little details like that right now.

  “I want to eat you,” he says.

  I start laughing again, pulling away from his cock.

  “What is it? Don’t you want me to eat you?”

  “Not unless you’re a cannibal. And I mean unless you’re thinking of just like eating a pinky toe or something, I think I’d prefer to stay alive for the moment.”

  “Oh…another Americanism I messed up. How does it go?”

  “All that blood really is in your cock,” I say.

  “How’s it go?”

  “Eat you out,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

  “Yes,” he says. “That’s it. I want to eat you out.”

  “Let’s skip it,” I say. “I just fucking want your cock deep inside me.”

  “No problem,” he says.

  This is rare for me. Normally I love being eaten out more than the actual sex…provided the guy’s good at it, that is, and Luke certainly is no slouch. I’d say he’s probably the best there ever was actually. But I really just want his cock. I wonder what that means?

  9.

  Luke

  This girl is crazy. And I fucking like it.

  “So you just want my dick deep inside you?”

  She nods happily, and gets down on her back. I take her legs that are shining in the sun and hold them to my sides.

  There’s no teasing this time, as I enter her fully with my entire length.

  She gasps, and I feel myself becoming uncommonly excited. I just fucking love being inside her.

  “I’m going to try to go slow,” I say, half groaning as I enter her again, plunging my cock deep inside her. Fuck that feels good.

  “Don’t!” she says. “Give it to me.”

  I don’t need to be told twice. I don’t think I can hold out long with her anyway. She’s just so fucking gorgeous, especially out here in the sun and the open air.

  She’s moaning softly in a way that drives me completely crazy, putting out harder louder little moans nice in a while, convincing with my quick plunges.

  “I want to see you on your stomach,” I say, and in a moment we’ve repositioned ourselves, our bodies tangled for a moment and glistening with sweat, so that she’s face down on the grass again.

  I take a moment to admire her pert little ass sticking up in the air. It’s meaty, cute, sexy…it just fucking turns me on, what can I say?

  It’s perfectly proportioned. Maybe it’s not the kind of ass you’d see in the magazines or in the pornos, but fuck, it’s perfect for me, like it was made for me. And her thighs are running with sweat. She’s so wet my cock slides in with ease and soon I’m to my hilt again. I love the tight feeling around the base of my cock as I finish entering her.

  I’m pounding her fast and hard and she’s moaning. It’s a good thing no one’s around, and we’ve got the place to ourselves for hopefully up to half a mile, because she’s making a hell of a racket. You’d couldn’t get anyone in Liseria to make this much noise…everyone there’s too uptight, especially those high society girls my parents are always trying to set me up with.

  Rebecca’s squirming beneath me, her legs moving around.

  I’m pumping into her as fast as I can, not even bothering to keep myself hovering above her, but putting all my weight on her, and she seems to love it.

  “Oh yeah,” she cries. “Oh fuck yeah. I’m going to come. Fuck I’m going to come.”

  We finish together. I let out what sounds to me like a horrendously loud grunt that I was trying to keep back…but it just overtook me, and she squirms and squeals and moans just perfectly. I come inside her and then slowly pull out after about thirty seconds, take off the condom, and tie it up neatly and put it in my pocket.

  Yeah, my pocket… I said it.

  It’s not like I’m exactly trying to protect the planet by doing this. I guess not littering is a side benefit of this, but… Well, I learned long ago that a fabulously wealthy prince with billions in the bank has to take certain special precautions with his semen. There are just too many women out there who want the royal seed. Who knows what kinds of extreme lengths they might take to get access to it, and tidying it up in a condom is just like presenting them with a little packet of royal DNA that could be used for who knows what.

  I won’t go into all the details here of what happened, but let’s just say it was a close call, and I’m lucky as hell not to have any little royal kids running around right now.

  “So what do we do now? Are you going to run off again?” she says.

  “Is that sarcasm?”

  “No, it’s a real question.” She’s looking at me intently, really waiting for an answer.

  I don’t know what to say or thing. It’s always been my nature…my necessity to run away from women…unless I’m carting them around in my RV or something, but sooner or later something always goes wrong (or right) and they leave, and I kick them out.

  “Why don’t you come with me in the RV?” I say, watching her pull her clothes back on.

  Damn, I just came, but my cock is growing again just looking at her.

  “You mean it?”

  I nod.

  “Are you going to throw me out like the other girls?”

  “We’ll have to see how it goes.”

  It was an attempt at humor on my part, but she frowns.

  “I’m just kidding,” I say.

  “Well, I have my car in the parking lot. Where are you headed next? Maybe I could meet you there? I’ve still got another couple days of vacation out here before I have to start driving back to Pennsylvania.”

  “Back to work on the farm with the Amish?”

  “I’m not Am
ish, and they don’t live anywhere near me. They’re like five hours away, if you speed.”

  “I know,” I say. “It was a joke.”

  “Very clever,” she says.

  “Now that was sarcasm.”

  She smiles at me. “I think you’re getting it,” she says.

  “Why don’t we just tow your car with the RV? That way we can ride together?”

  “There’s not going to be a bunch of party animals in the RV?”

  “Just us,” I say, winking at her. “Well, and Eugene.”

  “Oh,” she says. “So he’s like your babysitter or something. You can’t go anywhere with out him?”

  “Pretty much,” I say. “King’s orders. Kind of hard to disobey.”

  “I didn’t think you were one for the rules.”

  “Most of the time, no,” I say.

  “Can you even pull my car? Is that even safe?”

  “Sure,” I say. “The engine on the RV is insane. It’s got a ton of torque. Won’t be hard on your car at all. And, I mean, hey, at least you’re going to save on gas, right?”

  “Well, when you put it that way,” she says. “I guess I can’t refuse the offer.”

  I’m just smiling and smiling, feeling unusually happy. I find myself thinking: I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is going to come with me on a trip. She isn’t anything like the women who are after the royal money, the royal cock. Rebecca’s totally unique, like no one I’ve ever met before. Not only that, but she’s simply the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  We walk back to the RV, and I ignore the press as they flash their cameras in our faces.

  “Fuck them,” I say, trying to shield Rebecca somewhat from the flashes of the cameras.

  “You’re not going to mind showing up in the tabloids and newspapers? They’re going to come up with some story about how I towed your car and why, and I’m sure it’s not going to be good.”

  She shrugs. “Maybe it’ll make some people jealous back home. But, no, I don’t really care. If my parents eventually see it, I’m sure they’ll get a big kick out of it. I’ll just tell them I had car trouble and a nice foreign prince helped me out.”

  “Got it,” I say.

  Inside the RV, we find Eugene asleep for once. I shake him awake and explain the plan to him. He comes out to help, dragging the heavy metal chains with him.

  Rebecca goes to get her car and Eugene has a hard time getting the press to part to make room for Rebecca’s car. We’re putting on quite the show for them as we chain up the car to the back of the RV. I can tell they’re wondering how they hell they can spin this into something even more scandalous than the fight from the night before.

  Finally, we get on the road. I get Eugene driving, and Rebecca and I go to sit in the back.

  “This is crazy,” she says. “I’ve never been in a prince’s RV before.”

  “Is it as fun as you’d always imagined?”

  “Well, I think my childhood fantasies of being a princess didn’t involve traveling in a RV full of empty beer cans, covered in semen, not to mention a really strong odor of weed.”

  “That was mostly Sebastian,” I say. “He’s an animal.”

  “The weed or the semen?”

  “Well…” I say, smiling. “It’s a little hard to point to one or the other…”

  “I figure you’re guilty of it all.”

  “Maybe. I’m not going to testify either way,” I say.

  “You’re sure my car’s going to be OK?”

  “Yup, it’s in neutral and everything. What a way to save gas, eh?”

  She’s silent for a moment as she stares out the window. She’s pulled the blinds up, and I have to admit the Texas countryside is pretty stunning. We’re cruising down the highway now, with a steady-handed Eugene at the helm. He’s probably a better driver than I am. I can never resist trying to pass everyone on the road, even though I’m driving an RV. Although now that we’re towing Rebecca’s twenty year old heavy American car, it’s probably not advisable to attempt to pass anyone on these 2-lane roads.

  “It’s really beautiful out here, isn’t it?”

  “It is,” I say.

  In truth, this is probably the first time I’ve had the shades up on this thing. Normally I’d either be driving, or making Eugene drive, and drinking during the entire day, or I’d be passed out in the back, or arguing with Sebastian.

  Sebastian…shit…I feel kind of bad about the whole thing, leaving him behind. But he wanted to go, I guess. Yeah, whatever. Fuck him.

  At least I’ve got Rebecca.

  “So what do you normally do on this royal RV of yours?”

  I like the way she says “royal” in her sassy, sarcastic tones. It makes the whole thing seem ridiculous. And, hell, it is ridiculous to have a “royal,” RV. I mean this thing might be expensive, but it’s just a box on wheels after all. It’s no palace. But then again I never had much use for the palace. It’s just a pile of stones, after all.

  “I dunno,” I say. “The usual. Drink, smoke, fuck, argue.”

  “Wow,” she says. “Sounds like a really good time.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’m getting used to your sarcasm,” I say.

  “Don’t you like to enjoy the nature?”

  “I’ve been kind of focused on getting an American adventure, but I always thought that meant like buying a lot of guns and hunting shit and building fires and shot gunning beers…”

  “There’s so much more to camping then that,” she says. “I mean, yeah, what you’re describing sure could be American in some way, and I’m not saying it’s not fun… But, well, a lot of people get all hung up on the gear for their camping trip. It’s like they can’t see outside of their own little commercial modern world, where products are the most important things in the universe.”

  “So what’s camping really about?”

  “It’s about taking a break from all that shit, from our mundane lives that have become just routines. It’s about admiring the beauty of the natural world, and realizing that you’re a part of it whether or not you spend more of your days locked in a florescent-lit office.”

  “You sure have a way with words,” I say. “Did you have private tutors, too?”

  She laughs at this. “You don’t need private tutors to know how to express yourself. Plus, it’s not that I’m that eloquent, it’s just that it’s an important thing to me so I guess I’ve thought a lot about it. Plus, the more important the thing is you’re trying to express, the better it tends to come out of your mouth…at least that’s what I find.”

  “I’m impressed all the same,” I say.

  “Try to look at it more,” she says. “The nature…”

  “I will,” I say, and I lean in to kiss her.

  She brushes her hair behind her ear in a way that drives me crazy.

  “Is he going to hear us?” she says, gesturing to the front, where Eugene is.

  Fortunately, there’s a door between us. No, he’s not going to hear anything. And if he does, he knows well enough to just ignore it.

  “Hear what? What were you planning on doing with me?”

  “Oh, you know…” she says, batting her eyelashes and giving me a coy look.

  “You must have as high of a sex drive as I do,” I say. In truth, my cock is fully erect now, pointing right at her. I know she’s aware of it, about to burst through the jeans I’m wearing.

  10.

  Rebecca

  I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him. Sure, he’s fucking sexy as hell, and I can barely keep my eyes off of him, or off his bulging cock that looks like it’s going to burst through his pants any minute. I hope it does.

  But there’s something else… I feel calm around him. My pounding heart, the anxiety—it’s all gone. Like nothing. There’s just nothing left. None of the minor panic attacks I normally have throughout the day over the smallest of things. Just talkin
g to people, just saying “hi,” usually sends me into some kind of mental spiral.

  But now I’m not worried about anything.

  Well, that’s not totally true. I’m worried about what’s going to happen when I have to go back to work in Pennsylvania. Surely the prince isn’t going to want to do a long distance relationship with an office worker in Pittsburg. I doubt he’s going to move the royal household there either, so he can continue a relationship with me.

  But he’s kissing me now, and all these thoughts fly from my head like a flock of seagulls squawking in the summer nights over the salty ocean.

  Fuck he’s hot.

  His bulge is pressed against me, and he’s between my legs. I wrap my legs around him and straddle him, sitting on what I guess counts as a piece of RV furniture. It’s really nothing more than a low-cushioned bench.

  The beautiful countryside is passing us by at about 60 miles an hour.

  “Doesn’t it look beautiful?” I say again. This must be the millionth time I’ve mentioned it to him. I feel like he’s not actually looking at what’s around him. But he sure is looking at me.

  “Sure is,” He says, not even glancing up, not taking his eyes off me for one second.

  Well, I guess I can live with that.

  He pulls my pants down with a couple strong tugs, and kneels beneath me, starting to lick me.

  Fuck is he good at doing this. But I guess he’s had plenty of practice.

  Oh shit, that feels good. I can’t even get myself off this well. Normally, women are better at working on their own bodies, but he seems to know buttons and pleasure centers I didn’t even know I had.

  He’s licking me, not even using his fingers at all now, and I come after only a couple minutes. I feel like I’m gasping for breath as my vision goes blurry and white on the edges. I think I’m screaming or moaning loudly but I’m not even sure. Yeah, the orgasm is that strong.

  “Ready for more?” he says, pulling out a condom. This time I actually see him take it from his pocket. Has he got an endless stash of these things that he carries around? I blink, and the condom’s already on his cock. This time it’s purple, and I let out a little giggle.