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Subject: NEW "In the Heat of the Day", Part 2 (Voy/g/oral/1st/grand)
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
(voy-MF-Mg-oral-pett-hetro-1st-cons-grand)
Reading the preceeding part first is recommended.... ~o.
Grinning toothlessly with her cum dripping mouth, 'Grams' eyes twinkled
with amusement when I breathlessly exclaimed, "You knew! ...All the
time... you KNEW!"
My pants were still at mid-thigh and I was still leaning into the van
between the lusciously tanned legs of the wild-eyed granddaughter.
Panting, I could feel the sweat trickle down my sides as my slimed cock
happily drooped to trace a semen 'n saliva line on the little girl's
sweat gleaming mons. She glanced from my cock up to my eyes and
poutingly whined:
"I picked you out last week. You were supposed to be mine! ...you WERE
mine!... until she robbed me! ...ooooohhhhh!!...," as my cock
twitched, bumping the scorching sensitivity of the pre-teen's hotly
exposed clit!
"Yes, Hon, I 'stole' him... for now. You need more than just a
quick, sudden banging in a parking lot!.... especially for your first
time!" Grams answered after jamming her plastic back into her face.
"Besides... I was 'testing'... had to see if he tasted right!..."
.."And 'yes', again...," Grams continued to me. "I knew what was going
on in the store. Like she said, she'd already 'picked' you! I
just wasn't sure if she was really ready; and you looked completely,
helplessly, confused!"
I struggled to get out from under the 'spandex-ankle-cuffs' that were
wrapped around the back of my neck as I started to pull my trousers up.
The girl was giggling at my dis-coordinated efforts as Grams exhorted us
to hurry and get in my car. (We WERE kinda semi-exposed even in the far
corner of the lot!)
The sight of that honey colored back above the round, little, white
globes of a hard little-girl-ass and the smooth, lanky, tanned legs
shuffling in their white ankle 'cuffs' across the two feet of parking
lot to bound into my Bonneville was outrageous! Suddenly a little
paranoid, I dug the car keys out of my pocket and didn't even bother to
take the time to zip-up, or buckle my belt as I slid onto the seat
behind the wheel.
"See you there!" I heard as the van's door slid shut... and a moment
later the engine fired up.
Off... Granny and the van whirled out of the shade and away into the
heat waves of bright summer sunshine!
As I twisted the key... "Which way do I go?"... little fingers were
already twisting into the fly of my pants! I glanced at the girl as
the engine caught with it's deep V8 rumble; she was on her hands and
knees on the seat, facing me with her hungry, wet, little eyes just
inches from her fumbling fingers! Dropping the transmission into
gear, my hand stroked across her tanned back to disappear, unseen and
questing, into the wide-spread crack of her butt! Her hand found the
stickiness of my more than half-hard cock at the same moment that I slid
a finger into gushy heat of her drooling little box!
We moaned in unison before I reiterated...
"W-which... un...which way? ...And you better lie down so that you're
not waving that cute little ass in traffic!"
"Moraga," she giggled. "Go all the way down to Summit Valley Road....
it's way out of town," she mumbled as her sweet little tongue-tip traced
a line back and forth on the side of my dick. I was spazmodically
clutching her buns with my middle fingertip buried and stirring to
almost the second knuckle. 'Thank God for automatic transmissions!',
I was thinking, as the acid pungency of her hormones flooded the car!
Her feet were waving back and forth in the air as she happily chortled,
"MY cock!", and slurped her mouth over the head!
Clenching her butt, her tight, little pussy rippling on my fingertip,
her head bobbed slowly up and down on the first couple of inches of my
now rampant boner! I was staring fixedy at the road... trying to
keep my eyes open... trying to not speculate on how this was all
happening... when her lips slid off the tip of my dick and I heard...
"Tasty-yummy-tasty! ...but I wanna drive! Can I? ...hunh... Please?!"
"D-drive?... B-but...." as I felt the torrent of her saliva cascade down
my cock to flood my crotch... "You couldn't even reach the pedals!"
"Ok..." she giggled as her little twat hotly squeezed on my finger...
"but at least lemme steer!"
We were at the end of Moraga. And after I turned onto the sparcely
travelled counry road, I pulled to the side and said, "All right...
steering only... we'll both steer. I'll work the pedals and we'll
both work the wheel."
It was with a child-like squeak of forbidden delight that she emitted as
she tore heself off my finger and quicky straddled my lap! Her shins
along the outsides of my thighs, she grabbed the wheel and lowered her
ass onto my throbbing cock! My exclamation of pain was followed by
her logically saying that she guessed we had to find 'someplace' to put
that 'big-ol' lump! I held it upright and felt the head jam into the
fiery softness of her enflamed labia! She had the steering wheel in
a death-grip as she slowly rotated her pelvis and I felt her lips part.
A trickle of wildly horny and determined, pre-teen lubrication
joined the mess in my sodden crotch as the swollen head of my dick slid
beyond the excruciatingly tight ring of stretched muscle! She gasped
at the combination of stinging pain and wonderous fulfillment... and
just held... immobile!
My hands travelled up the damp smoothness of her waist to ripple over
her ribs and cuddle her tiny breasts under her shirt. When I
squeezed and stretched them between two fingers and a thumb of each
hand, finally pulling on her hardened little nipples, she moaned a
little 'eeuuuww----EEEuuuWWW!' sound and settled an inch or two of her
scorchingly hot virginity down my pole! An 'all-over' twitch and
shudder shook her... and she slowly raised up, to carefully slide back
down.
"Oh yessssss! Ummmmmmm-m-m-my cock!" she purred, as she did it again!
..and then went and did it a third time!
I couldn't believe how tight she was! Even though juices were hotly
spewing and dribbling; even though her little pussy was rippling and
grasping/ relaxing around my rock-hard cock; even though I felt no
impeding hymen; I felt the wonder-child sweating and really struggling
to get her tiny pre-teen twat filled! Always 'Mr. Considerate and
Helpful', I glanced in the rearview mirror and out front, over her
contorting shoulder... and FLOORED IT!!!
With a protesting squeal of tires, Bonneville shot forward and her cunt
slammed into my lap with a surprized shriek! "STEER!" I bellowed
into the whimpering girl's ear... as I jammed the brake and she
slithered forward a couple inches! A quarter mile of, 'Gas' -
"STEER!" - 'Brake' - "STEER!" - 'Gas' - "STEER" - 'Brake' - "STEER!" -
broke her loose as we bucked and fucked down the country road!
Squelching and farting, the maniacal obscession of her pummeled pre-teen
cunt sloppily slithered, bounced and rode it's impalement until we
settled into a comfortable rythm. Fully down onto my lap, she used
the 'g' forces of country turns to twist and torment my tortured cock!
She exaggerated my feathering of the gas pedal to slide back and forth!
I was helping her steer, and fondeling/ mauling her hard, little titties
continually... It was all soooo damned GOOD!!! I don't know how many
times she orgasmed... but she had a bruised forehead from repeatedly
banging it against the steering wheel! I came twice... Hugely after
the first jerking half-mile... and again, a slow, sweet, draining cum as
we rocked through a series of sweeping 'S' turns.
Somehow she'd gotten 'turned around', and still gloriously glued to my
crotch, had her knees in my armpits and her head snuggled under my chin
when I slowly bounced down the long, dirt driveway.
Grams was waiting for us with a pitcher of lemonade. As she leaned
in my window, chuckling about the impatience of youth, our totally spent
little honey just smiled with her eyes closed, and as her temporarily
satiated horniness squeezed my all-but-flaccid-meat, we all heard her
distinctly mumble.
"Myyyyy coooockkk....!"
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More? ~o.