by CELENE CAREY
Suddenly, she dipped it down low. Rested only a piece of the head into her hole and like some pussy witchcraft, used her muscles to suction the cock deeper up into her. She ran her right hand up the side of her face and up through her dark hair. Her eyes closed, totally consumed in ecstasy. She boxed his hand off his juice-polished cock. She used her other hand to . . .
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Copyright 2015 Erotica Taboo
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 1
“You’re sure?” Nicholas asked Stacia while still weighing his mind if he should venture on top of the car or not.
“Yeah, go up on top. You only live once, right?” Stacia eyes darted a daring unblinking look into his. He looked down at his cock still stiff and sticking through his zipper.
Nicholas bit his lips as he mentally flipped through his contemplation.
He climbed on to the bonnet of his car, He sat down on it with his stiff palm-tree long cock standing high in the air for her to sit on it.
"Climb up further." Stacia told him, she looked both sides a bit nervous of being in the public and a bit excited about the chance of being caught fucking on top of his car by the roadside.
She wanted this to be a time of her life, a super sexy and daring adventure. One of those sexperiences you’ll never forget, sexing by the graveyard on top of a car in public. Why not?
He slid himself all the way up on the bonnet so that his back laid flat against the windscreen. She climbed onto the bonnet, stood with open legs over his glorious cock. His latex condom was pasted with her juices. She slowly descended only to the mere tip of his cock with her pussy grazing it. She eased up, ripped her leggings, still holding the ripped legging wide apart, she sat down over the head again. Then slowly, slowly made sure her fleshliness only skimmed on the precipice of the head. She eased up, grazed her pussy lips against it again, teasing it. His penis jumped out of socket it seemed.
She let go of her leggings, reached between her legs for the fat base of his cock, held it firm and steady in her hands. She slid down only onto the over-swollen head. She slid back up. She went too low on it, it was too painful. She tried again sliding down slower. All the head was in and instead of wining around and around on the cockhead, she rocked forward; winking her pussy at the same time while she rocked. Rocked backwards squinting it. Her ass cheeks squeezed, muscled tight together as she worked. She went faster rocking forward, then back, non-stop. She winked it, rocked, forward, back, forward and back. She went harder, mercilessly. She shouted in a rage of ecstasy,
"I’m gonna break your cock off inside my hole."
"Break it all off Stacia. Break it off." He begged her.
She started to boom on it and the body of the car sunk down, dipping over the wheel then bounced back up. The car started to boom faster.
‘Squeaky, squeaky, squeaky.’
Her white and gold necklace flipping up and down on her busty chest every time her breast bounced. Her breasts were full and bouncing every time she threw her ass up in the air on his thick meaty pole. His cock daubed with her creamy lubrications. She threw her back in it, curled her spine as her hips rocked ocean-waves smoothly back and forth on him. Her back sunk in a deeper arch as she worked. Her ass pushed back and she hauled her hips forward. Her hips doing sweet ocean-waves with his long stiff cock inside her. Oh so slow, oooh so good, oh so sweet. So, so sweet.
She tilted forward over him, rested her ten fingers in his chest, leaned her ass to the right and boomed on his cock; throwing her ass up and down his pole. His cock too long, it bent every time she slid down on it. She leaned to the left, leaped her pussy up to the head and cannoned it down. She boomed, boomed and boomed on half of it. Her ass cheeks reddened, gyrating as it boomed up and down. She raised her pussy off his cock, squatting over the head of his cock. She could feel the heat of his cock so close to her pussy but not inside. She squatted right there. He braced forward in heat to get it back inside her. She held on to his hips, pinned his hips down on the bonnet, restraining him from getting in and said,
“Don’t move. Let my pussy breathe a little.”
He was obsessed with getting back inside her warmth now. He fought and braced himself upward at her pussy to get his cock back in. She held him tight and firm. He squirmed,
“Stacia please let me push it in pleaseeee.”
She looked at his contorted face and said, “No.”
He was disobedient.
CHAPTER 2
He used his strength to overpower her hands that were pinning down his hips and thrusted his hips up. The head went inside her. She flew up and stood on the bonnet. Looked down between her legs at his erection, a long string of her love juice leaked from between her legs. Her warm juice dripped on the left side of his cock. His erection went ballistic, flinching and jumping like a rabbit. His body twisting like braids. He grabbed hold of his cock, braced upward hornily and begged.
“Sit back down on this Stacia please. I’m gonna take my time.”
She still stood over him with her legs open staring down at his face in paining desire to get back inside her. She didn’t move. She just watched his body twisting on the car bonnet like a baby throwing a fit to get what he wants.
Suddenly, she dipped it down low. Rested only a piece of the head into her hole and like some pussy witchcraft, used her muscles to suction the cock deeper up into her. She ran her right hand up the side of her face and up through her dark hair. Her eyes closed, totally consumed in ecstasy. She boxed his hand off his juice-polished cock. She used her other hand to double a fist around the root of it, kept the fist around his cock to make sure she sat down on no more than half.
Then she tried to break his cock out the joint. She rode on it wild. Wild and hard. Dominating his cock. Working it, working it, working it. She got wet. Soaked. Slippery. It slipped out of her.
She grabbed it properly, slap-slapped it against her ass cheek to get some of her juices off, wiped the cock under her ass, wiping her juices off, slapped it against her pussy cheeks. She did a terrible job. His cock still felt wet and sticky.
She rubbed it along her pussy lips, briskly, up and down the lips, up and down, wiped it side to side across her pussy wildly, and over her clit, stick it in, took it out. Dipped it in, hauled it out. Nicholas spanked her ass, stinging her cheek, spanked the other cheek, as his mouth grew wide open in an “O” swallowing the world. She felt a tight string tug inside her navel, as inside her belly clenched. A prickly sensation rapidly charged from under the root of her clit to her belly, to her knees, her brain, her toes, all at once, in one blast. She wanted to explode.
She let go of his cock and stretched both of her hands above her head, high up in the air. Rode the wild bull. He rubbed her clit. She boxed his hand away. He threw his hand back on her clit, she swatted his hand off. He grabbed at her clit a
gain. She slapped him in his chest and said,
“No.”
Her squatting legs opened wider apart while sitting on him. Her body began to tremble. She clasped her legs, knocked her knee together, opened up wide again and began flopping her thighs like butterfly wings, swinging them open and close, open and close as she worked and wined and demolished his cock. Suddenly her pussy was quivering again, cum was shooting through her uterus. She couldn't control herself. She plopped down, sat too far down on the cock. She tried to glide back up quickly. Nicholas’s powerful hands clanged on to her waist and held her squatting there in midair, half-way up his cock.
She tried to slide off completely she couldn’t. Her back was arched, her ass pouted out. She felt a tight strain in her chest to breathe. She budged hard to slide up further but couldn't. He began pumping his fully-ripe stiffness into her at the speed of bullets. His balls slapping, slapping up and down on a rapid near her asshole.
She looked down at his cock working in and out of her.
‘Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!’
He gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut tight. An adrenaline building in him, his back opened up, his nerves raw. The windscreen wiper blades knifing into his back. He didn’t care. He pumped his pelvis, ramming into her, slamming into her, tunneling down in her collapsing milky pussy. His cock long and thick and white with her love juices.
He was pumping, pumping, ramming. His cock big and broad, thick and stiff and strong, and warm inside her. It was oh so warm inside her, fucking her, oh so warm, so good, pumping into her, oh so sweet, so sweet, so sweet. Fucking her so sweet. She felt his gritty iron zipper hitting against the skin of her ass as he slapped his groin into her, it pained. She cried out,
"Oh God Nicholas, you’re gonna hurt me? Take your time."
She helped to slam her tight pussy down on his giant wet cock.
“Take your time please. Take it easy on me.”
She slammed herself down on his cock as hard as she could. Plunged down greedily. Her swallowed him, devouring his big thick meat. She felt him muscling and her pussy began muscling too as the cum took over her soul. Her brains scattered yonder again. She could not get the cock deep enough. There it was again, her pussy cumming, juice toppling down his lathered cock as she came. He felt some electric tingling building up from his toes. His toes curled up like lobster tail.
She wanted to get away from the cock but she didn’t.
She saw he was on the verge of cumming too and began to fuck him into wild ecstasy. She boomed on his cock. Sweetly. Her fleshy ass slapped hard into his groin.
'Baf! Baf! Baf!'
His toes curled tighter, knuckles pressing against the roof of his leather shoes. He slammed harder into her. A gallon of electric tingles darted through Stacia’s whole body. The force a powerful burst of pleasure.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Stacia squealed taking short ragged breaths.
“Again?” Nicholas unintentionally asked. She didn’t answer Nicholas, only repeated.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Oh God! Oh fuck!”
She started to move wild and aimlessly, frisking into a fit. She threw her head side to side, her teeth clenched. Her face an ugly twist of pleasure.
It was definitely more than a cum this time. Her cry of cumming charged him up even more. He wired his cock senselessly into Stacia and Stacia wired her pussy senselessly on top of him. Both wiring fuck under each other, fucking the cum out of each other, losing consciousness of where they were. Stacia powered out his grip and flew off his cock like a wild bull. Stood over him, legs spread wide apart. She rubbed her pussy ferociously over him, her four fingers flat on her entire pussy. She was breathing short. Rubbing. Rubbing, rubbing. She dipped a finger in her trembling twat, thrust it in and out, in and out her wet cunt, rubbed her clit around and around, wild and hard. Her belly bottom collapsed down in her pussy. She fountained out hot squirt onto the bonnet.
It squirted on his white shirt, at his belly. He quickly hustled away so it wouldn't catch his face. Stacia’s wild body was trembling with her eyes closed. He slipped off his wet condom, dragged her down, forced his cock back inside her raw and unprotected, in one go. No condom on.
He fucked her, fucked her. Fucked her. Fucking so sweet, Stacia’s brain nutted. She was senseless to the world again. An earthquake ran through his body. The cum charging through him. He felt a twitching twinkle in his balls, cum charging up and through his shaft. He fired, busted and emptied down to the last drain of his hot liquid far in her pussy. Stacia felt the hot juice inside her and caught back her senses immediately.
"What the fuck! Nicholas! What are you trying to do?!"
She flew off his cock, quickly squatting down over the car bonnet shoving a wild finger in her hole, booming up and down and winking her pussy muscles to leak all the warm sperm down and out of her hole. The white sticky sperm was dripping out of her onto the bonnet. She worried if her muscles squeezed it all out.
"It’s because I’m drunk, sorry."
She was so angry her short of breath started building up.
A bright blue light was coming up the road.
“Run Stacia run.” He hurried her.
CHAPTER 3
Stacia was too weak to move; too senseless. The light came closer. Nicholas wrapped his hand around her waist, lifted her and hasted off the bonnet with her. Stacia’s knees came back. They ran and dived on the back seat, he landed on top of her. Both smiling then laughing. Enjoying the mischief and adventure. The blue light was above their heads, as the passing police light flashed bright into their car through the window.
He lifted her back outside. Stacia loved his man power and his strength. They leaned on top of each other on the closed back door. His body’s length resting against hers. Nicholas sucked her breast, grabbed between her legs, massaged her soaked pussy. She looked down and saw he was still rock hard. He spun her around and said,
"I’m not done cumming."
Oh what a night she thought. She was about to put up a resistance but then said,
"Don’t cum inside me, Okay. I’m warning you or else you won’t like it!" She allowed him inside her bareback and raw because she wanted to see if he really did it on purpose, if he would really try cumming inside her again.
He ripped open wider the center-seam of her legging’s ass. He wanted to enter her from behind; a standing doggystyle. He pinned her up against the side of the car. She warned him again,
"Do not spill your cum inside me Okay."
"I promise I won’t Boo."
"Okie."
In less than a minute of fucking her his whole body started to tremble. She shouted,
"Take it out now!"
He continued to plow his naked cock hard into her. She tried pushing him off. He pinned her tight against the back window of the car. She couldn’t spin around properly without looking around. She tried to hit his chest. He muscled his body against hers with all his might to keep her in place.
"Pull out now Nicholas!"
"Hold on, hold on." He begged through short erratic breathing.
She got angry and her chest felt so tight. She coughed and coughed again. Her chest pulling tighter and tighter. He plunged into her from behind. Her airways tightening in her chest. She couldn’t' breathe. He was fucking her wildly.
"Alright, alright, cum on my ass Nicholas, Cum on my ass please!"
She begged him, she knew he was on the brink. And she hoped she felt his hot liquid landing on her ass cheek and dripping off instead of feeling its warm spill inside her again. She didn’t want to get pregnant now. He started pumping his full length and she could feel his cock pulsing, his cum about to spill and warmly wet inside her.
"No. No. Stop. Please!"
He wined. Her chest tightened, too tight for her to breathe. She heaved for breath. He plundered as the adrenaline climbed up his back.
"Oh fuck don’t! Stop Nicholas!” She suctioned hard for breath.
Her chest wheezed and she felt the tightness of her chest wheezing. He spun her around. Waves of dizziness took her over totally. Stacia knocked out.
Bloop.
She dropped off the cock and fell to the hard ground.
Her tights were ripped open from the waist to her thigh. She fainted for two seconds it seemed, then regained life. Her body kicking in a fit on the ground. She grabbed her chest to breathe.
"Asthma. My asthma!"
Her eyes began to turn over in her head, half naked on the ground. Nicholas was half drunk and in a terrible state to drive, much over to speed with her to the hospital. Choking for oxygen she felt disoriented. Her skin was turning blue. Her lungs constricting. Her airway narrowing. She choked to speak. She sat and put her head between her legs as she should do to regain her regular breathing. The tightness in her chest worsened. It felt like her chest was closing up totally. No air. She couldn’t breathe. Suffocating.
“My pump! My pump!” She struggled to tell him.
“Where is it?”
“Inside my ..” she fought to catch a breath. She tried talking again. “Inside my …” Suctioned loud, a hollow whooping and panting for breath with an open mouth. “Huuuuh…” She suctioned again. Her chest swelling and her head tipping backward with each suction. “In my … Inside my bag … Huuuh … my purse.”
He didn’t waste a second.
He was back with it feeding her the pump. She swatted away his hand and pumped it herself. He took off his pants and buckled it around her over her ripped leggings. He was only wearing his boxers now. He lifted her recoiled body and rested her on the backseat. Raced into the driver’s seat.
“Where are you Nicholas?”
“To the hospital.”
“No, no. I’m Okay now. I got my pump.” She was interrupted by another dry cough. Then a suction. “Huuhhh! …I don’t wanna go to the hospital… Huuhhh! I don’t like hospitals.”