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“Could you give
me a ride to my dad’s? I’ll have him pick up the car later.”
    Dean stared down at the toned thighs next to him, her skirt
having ridden up until it barely covered her pussy. His mouth watered for a
taste and it took everything he had not to reach over and drag her across the
console.
    “Sure,” he said in a rough voice. If he didn’t take his eyes
away from her legs, he’d be steering with his dick and wouldn’t this precious
girl’s daddy like that? He turned to face the dash and stared at the steering
wheel, trying to remember how to drive. He shook his head, reaching for the
gearshift and putting the car in drive. “Ah, how have you been?”
    Becky shifted on the seat, tucking one leg beneath her as
she faced him, that damn skirt lifting to show off the pretty bow at the front
of her white lacy thong. “You don’t remember me, huh?” she asked instead of
answering his question. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but she stopped him
by reaching over to touch his knee. “It’s okay. I haven’t been home in a while,
but I remember you.”
    Was the car even moving? He couldn’t tell because all of his
attention was focused on that small hand on his leg, sliding up his thigh,
getting closer and closer to his waiting cock. “I used to watch you leave for
work every day and wish I was sitting right here, right where I am right now,
doing this…” Her hand traced his cock through the material of his slacks and
stroked. She let out a little sigh and scooted closer to him. “I knew you’d be
big and hard like this.”
    Sweat gathered around his hairline as arousal warred with
nervousness. He grabbed her hand, not removing it from his cock, but not
pressing it closer either. “Becky…” He wasn’t sure what to say. He’d be lying
if he said he didn’t want her.
    She leaned over the console, bringing with her the musky
scent of warm, aroused woman and vanilla. Her breath tickled the hairs on his
neck as she nibbled on his ear. “I’m over eighteen, I’m on the Pill and I want
you to fuck me. Do you really need to know anything else?”
    Dean pulled the car down one of the many trails that cut
through the woods leading to his house. They were used during hunting season
and for hikers, but this afternoon it would be his little fuck nest.
    He’d no sooner parked the car than Becky had his pants
unzipped and her hand delving beneath his boxers for his cock. Dean wasn’t much
better, reaching for her with rough hands. She stroked his dick, twisting when
she reached the sensitive crown, lubricating her palm with the pre-cum beading
the tip. Freeing him from his pants and boxers, she leaned over and engulfed
the head with her mouth.
    “Fuck!” Dean bucked his hips, trying to ram more of his dick
down her throat, wanting to fuck it the way he had Audra’s, but the positioning
was too awkward. Instead, he reached beneath her to fill his hands with her
heavy tits, pinching and rolling her nipples as she swallowed as much of his
cock as she could. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he panted, gripping the back of her neck.
“Take me all the way.”
    Muscles in her throat convulsed around the crown of his dick
as she strove to take as much of him as she could, gagging slightly. Saliva
pooled around the base of his cock, soaking his pants. It felt so fucking good
he held her down a little longer than he would’ve done with Audra, releasing
her only when she made a protest in the back of her throat.
    She came up gasping for breath, her eyes watery, her lips
swollen. But she didn’t miss a beat, using her saliva to pump her hand on his
cock. Dean’s hands wandered down her body, the soaked lace of her thong drawing
his attention. He toyed with the fabric, stroking his fingertips over the plump
lips of her pussy through the material. He scratched his fingernail over her
clit, drawing a whimper from her and a buck of her hips. More of her juices
saturated the fabric, something he found out as she ground