by Nawtay Brat
My lips parted gently as our faces drew near together. His cheeks went flush again and his lower lip trembled. I couldn't make out whether he was getting turned on or if he was just infuriated by my advance.
My eyelids fell as our lips met and I waited in the darkness for his reaction.
"Jenny!" he yelled and pushed me back by the shoulders. "We just can't, don't you understand?"
"But I want you Mr. Pearce! I've been saving my body just for you. All those other assholes can go fuck themselves." He sighed and slumped further into the couch.
"The divorce with my wife was tough, Jenny. I lost my kid, and--"
"I could give you a new kid though!" His eyes went wide in disbelief as he sat up. "All you have to do is take what's yours..." I stood up in front of him and pulled down on my shorts to reveal the bareness underneath. I made a point of not wearing any underwear that day.
I saw the tent of Mr. Pearce's slacks begin to rise. I bent over to place a hand at each of his knees and let my tits droop in front of his face. I got in closer until he was firmly nuzzled between my breasts.
He let out another sigh as the sweet scent of my perfume hit him.
I held his head gingerly with both hands and pressed him deep into the cleft of my tits. Mr. Pearce moaned and I felt his tense shoulders relax and slouch.
He was giving in to the moment. I pulled down on the low cut fabric of my tank top to show my black lacy bra.
Nestled between my breasts, I could feel his hot breaths on my skin becoming more rapid. I reached behind to undo the hook of my bra and it hung loose around my ribcage as Mr. Pearce moaned again.
"See... isn't that nice?" I ask casually. Then I applied a bit of force to the top of his head, encouraging him downward. "Have you ever tasted virgin pussy, Mr. Pearce?"
But then he grabbed me by the waist to push away and snapped up straight again.
"No!" He shouted, standing up. "Get your damn clothes back on, I'm taking you home right now."
And that was the last time we spoke until now.
"You still there?" Mr. Pearce asks me on the phone. Recalling that moment last week had distracted me, and it also got me wet. I thought about just masturbating right here on the toilet at this shitty party if he wasn't going to pick me up.
"Y--Yeah, I think I almost blacked out." I lie. The truth is I have only had a couple drinks tonight. But I will say whatever is necessary to get Mr. Pearce over here to give me a ride--on his cock, preferably.
"Okay, okay... Look, I'll come and get you." I have to muffle my squeal of excitement so he doesn't hear. Mr Pearce was doing me a huge favor driving all the way out here. It's only natural that I should return the favor.
Tonight I'll have him down between my legs, slurping on my sweet virgin pussy while his daughter Christa is getting double teamed by frat boys somewhere.
******
"Thanks again, Mr Pearce!" I say, slamming the door of his silver SUV shut and folding in my umbrella. The short black dress I'm wearing to make my ass look hot has gotten a little bit wet. "It would have really sucked to find a ride home in this rain."
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 the 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.
A Game of Fertility
"Your move, Jen. I think you've got me this time..." Mr. Martin sighs and slouches in his chair, looking defeated.
My neighbor and I have always been super competitive with each other. No matter the game or activity, we're always in it to win it. If we're swimming laps in the pool, we are racing. If we're playing a game of tennis, it's a death match.
Even if we're just playing a stupid game of monopoly, we are merciless and cutthroat. His wife won’t even play with us anymore. Both of us will do whatever it takes to win, no matter what.
But surprisingly, our competitive nature has really helped strengthen our relationship. When my mom and I first moved in next door about twelve years ago, I absolutely hated him. I resented my mother for being friendly toward another man so soon after Dad died. I was still so young at the time.
Turns out she was just looking for some company. He is married, after all.
So my initial hatred for my new neighbor manifested as brutal competition even for the most mundane activities. But he just played along, thinking it was cute.
I think he understood my conflicting emotions from the beginning. So instead of getting offended, he just played back at me. For him it was all in good fun, but to me it was war.
He is a good man though, and I didn't want to admit it at first. Over time we began to bond in an unusual way through fierce competition. Somehow he always managed to make a fun game of it in the end. And eventually I began to trust him—and fall in love.