Page 192 of S is for SEX

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.

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