Then Half Of My Cock Had Disappeared Inside Her Face...

She was around eighteen, full and rounded, given to wearing mid-calf gingham or cheap print dresses. Her corn-fed blondeness bespoke cheerleading and high school social games, and rivers of the smell of green grass flowed over the warm tar of the suburban, white-picketed streets of my hometown, streets that curved around blank wood, white and blue homes, many of them with upper storeys.

Candy's dad was a policeman, her mother a housewife. I don't know where they were when I was walking down the street that night around ten, trying to clear my head, and there was movement in a car in front of Candy's house. There were blotchy patches of steam inside the windows.

The car rocked. I stood next to a tree, blending into its shadow from the streetlight across, making like another tree, like one composite innocent tree.

Muffled shouting came from the car, and the doors flew open. Candy burst from the driver's side, and a young boy fell out the other. She strode around the back of the car, with jerky, angry movements, and the boy cowered.

I couldn't hear her hiss, word for word, but I could hear it well enough to know that she was chastising him, and before I even registered the whole thing, he was up and walking quickly down the street. The car was hers...I don't know who belonged to the young man.

"Candy...what's up?" I heard myself say.

She whipped around on the sidewalk. Her dress swirled around her. Her large heavy breasts swayed brazenly inside the insubstantial wrapping gathered around her chest. She wore blue lowheel pumps with white ankle socks. Her blond hair gleamed, shadowed in many textures, her eyes glistened.

"Oh, hi, Robby," she said. "Look, I can't talk about it here..." She jerked a thumb at the house, an inconclusive gesture, there being one light on in the living room and no movement visible.

So I climbed inside the car with her, and instead of explaining anything, she launched herself across the seat at me. Her youth and sweet sweat, her soft-haired solidity rammed me like a rebounding punching bag, forcing me up against the passenger door. My face was covered by the tickles of her hanging hair, her soft little nose, her inexpert kisses all over my lips and chin, leaving flecks of saliva.

"Hey, hey..." I whispered, and she paused. And I gently, firmly, took her face and lowered her lips to mine, and slid my tongue into her small mouth, which opened quickly to receive it. I felt heavy breasts pushing against me, gyrating hips, as she searched for a comfortable position for her legs -- or, she was simply pushing with them, trying to get closer to me, trying to meld with me as I melded with the shadow of the tree earlier.

I felt little rocks between the pads of her boobs and my shirt. I needed to touch them immediately. But with this dress, there was no way I could get in there and fondle them without going up the bottom.

I slid my hands down to the hem and fought to get beneath it. Finally, I was grasping her warm, moist thighs. So incredibly smooth, almost like yielding steel, young, but oh, so postpubescent. The muscles in them writhed like garter snakes.

I wasted very little time. While I wanted to stop and play in the fields of her cotton panties, I had a specific goal on this campaign...and I slid up her until my palms had traveled her flaring waist, her the waves of her hard ribs, and up to her big, swaying tits.

I couldn't see anything, for she was probing me with her tongue, licking my teeth, dripping saliva down my lower lip. She was pumping with her hips, attempting to get my leg between her legs...I shifted a tad and made it easier for her, as my hands closed around her breasts.

I mashed them and pawed them and groped them unmercifully. She only made little animal sounds deep in the back of her throat. I pinched her big nipples between every finger I had. This was no time for subtlety, this was no time for gentle restraint...she was a big, cheese-sandwich-eating high school girl, as durable as a John Deere, oiled as a good lawnmower, her glowing genes from good pioneer-family America's-Breadbasket stock.

Those round red lips were hungering for something else, I found quickly, as she slid down my body, taking care to keep every inch of her riding-up dress and her hard form in contact with some part of me. Her little fingernails raked my hips as she tore at the waistband of my shorts, as she yanked them down below my turgid, drooling cock and my lumpy balls.

Her frenzied motion seemed to stop for just a moment, as she slowly curled her tiny white fingers around what appeared to be the largest hardon I'd ever had. The precome on the dark, throbbing head gleamed before her face-framing hair, her heavy-lidded eyes...she pumped a little, riding her palm up the corded length of my shaft, and back down to the base, back up and back down.

And she kissed the head of my dick.

Wetness came away with her, a silvery clear thread stretching from my pisshole to her lower lip. For a second, her teeth flashed inside her lips in a grin, and then she was upon me.

I could see her jaw practically unhinge, her lips curling outward, wet, as she prepared to inhale my cock! And then...then she did. My dickhead disappeared into her sweet young mouth...and then half of my cock had disappeared inside her face. Saliva ran down in rivulets as she lubed it...

I struggled. I had to be naked. I discarded my shirt, kicked the shorts off of my hips. Candy smoothly ran her face down to the base of my cock and inhaled the whole thing ...and then began to suck, arching her head and neck up and down, hungrily, sucking my hard prick, her lips a curving red ring running tightly up and down the shaft. She was sucking for my come, I knew...she wasn't just sucking me for the experience. She was sucking my cock as if she could pull the thick spurts of come from my balls the way you use a straw on a vanilla shake.

Light washed across the windshield. Candy was up in a flash. "Oh, SHIT...my dad...C'mon Robby!"

We stumbled out the door of the car, more a fall than anything, but we were up and running before the garage door had begun to close. Her dad's brakelights shone brightly, twin squares of menace in the tool-hanging, tarpaulin-draped darkness.

And we were up across yards and behind trees and over fences, until we had sequestered ourselves behind some low thick hedges, with the confortingly obscuring shaggy arms of a pine tree's lower limb across the view.

There wasn't a word exchanged as we listened for pursuit. We had fled almost all the way down the block, and her house was tiny in the distance. And a tiny figure in front of it...drawing near to her car.

I regained my awareness of my nudity, and the fact that my cock was still hard, drooping, covered with Candy's saliva. And that her ass was in front of me, covered only with a thin dress and thin cotton panties.

She was kneeling on the soft carpet of pine needles, straining to look over the hedge but not to be so obvious doing it. The windows on the house behind us were dark, and screened by more hedges...this yard was simply choked with bushes, our clearing being an anomaly.

I slid the dress up. Candy seemed hardly aware of what I was doing, being so intent on watching her dad, who had now crossed to the driver's side and looked in. The vertical blotch of darkness that he was moved quickly back to the garage and came back, a little round light bobbing directly in front of him. Flashlight.

I snapped her panties down below the cheeks of her ass, and she shivered once, but made no move to stop me. So I quickly maneuvered my dripping tool toward that moist pussy, rubbed it in between her a bit to get her oiled, and then, with a grunt, I was deep inside Candy's slick, tight cunt, pressed up against her rump, her pussy hot and wet as a turkish bath.

I heard a little animal grunt from her throat. But she still seemed completely intent on that slowly advancing father of hers. He seemed to be casting his flashlight across all the nearby bushes. There were a lot of them. It would take him a while to get to us, if he even came down this far.

This was not going to take me long. I slid her dress up so that the hem draped her shoulders. I could see, and feel, her cushy, squashy breasts, I could see the shiny calves along the ground, with the white stripe of ankle socks and her little pumps. I muscled her legs apart a little more. And crammed my cock up inside her.

Her ass was wide, jiggly, with still more than a trace of baby fat...but firm, flaring at the bottom of her back, resting comfortably over her thighs. I pulled almost all the way out, the fat bulb of my bell-end nestled in her soft cuntlips...and then drove it deep up her again. She cried out, chomping down the cry with her teeth. She still faced the street. The dark form carrying the bright yellow circle had stopped to converse with a neighbor. Had THEY seen us? Would they give us away?

The fears almost disappeared in a maw of sex, the mouth of a giant dark beast with glittering eyes and no teeth, folds of warm mucosa dripping with the ichors of cunt, the mixed liquids of fuck and sex. I had one arm firmly around her flat waist, my forearm across her dimpled belly button, and my other hand groping across her heavy round boobs, tweaking her nipples, leaning on her for support, causing her to put a hand down and spread her knees wider, which only caused me in turn to shove my cock deeper into her wet hole, until it was up at the hilt.

Then I began to pull out, long slow strokes, almost all the way out, then completely inside. We got into a rhythm there...but I wasn't going to shoot inside of her.

We rocked and fucked, the frame of her body arched and trembling, rocking back against me, and just before the point of orgasm, I pulled out...

"Wha..." There was a pause. "What are you doing, Robby?" she said, confused, breathless.

She turned to stare at my thick cock, sparkling wet, turgid beyond all recognition, more of a dark wet club than anything else, a fleshy poker of my lust...and as she watched, her butt cheeks wide, her white knees compressing the piney earth, I shot my load on her thighs.

"Oh!" she said, and chuckled, a throaty giggle from deep inside a woman perfectly contented. Thick, ropy jets of my come splattered against her wide thighs, her body jerking with each abolution of steaming wetness. Come landed thickly on her tiny asshole, dripping immediately down... come painted rivulets down her tanned thighs, come splashed inside the still gaping lips of her blood-engorged cunt.

My prick, absolutely untouched by me, jerked and shot and quivered and shot again, and each strike elicited a little high pitched squeal of delight from Candy's lips. At last, it seemed to stop, dripping one final rolling driblet of come, and I leaned back a bit, below the line of the hedge. She giggled and twisted around to inhale my spent cock, to draw the last dregs of come from within my balls. Her tongue curled around the ultrasensitive head, her throat working it, her lips and teeth pulling for every bit.

Light flashed across the hedges. She froze...reflected light illuminated her cherry cheeks, her running blond hair, her small dark eyes, her dark lips containing the brown bulk of my oozing prick, kneading it, loving it, suckling it. We made no sounds.

And the light and the sound of footsteps moved away.

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