Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
"Want to go get a burger?" I asked as I continued playing with her clit.
"Sure," she whispered, glancing down at my hand. I headed for the local burger restaurant and joined the queue for the drive-through. There were about five cars in front of us.
Realizing she had some time to kill, Karina took out my dick and started tugging it. It didn't show any sign of getting hard however -- at least not yet. When there was only one car in front of us anymore, she suddenly lowered her head into my lap and started sucking on my flaccid dick.
Due to this new configuration, I could no longer reach her twat and so I tried to fondle her left tit. Although there would be several layers of clothing -- her jacket, her bra and my own shirt, which I had given her -- in between my hand and her tit, she still didn't let me cup a feel.
""Hands off the goods," she whispered, slapping my hand away, quite hard. She immediately went back to sucking, so she wasn't really angry -- just very determined not to let me touch her tits. Desperately wanting to touch her somewhere, I leaned in towards her and reached out to pull up her skirt a little bit. I then started teasing her butthole with my index finger.
Strangely enough, she didn't have a problem with that and just let me tickle and play with her asshole. By the time we reached the ordering pole, my dick was almost fully erect again. I sat up and ordered a double bacon burger with fries, and managed to do so without grunting too obviously.
Then, Karina mumbled her order, deliberately not taking my dick out of her mouth.
"Cheewwse burger and a sssalad."
Of course, I had to repeat what she said -- as the attendant hadn't understood her -- much to her amusement. Afterwards, I joined the queue for the pickup window, while she continued sucking me off.
When the car in front of us drove off, I gently tapped Karina's head, signaling that I was our turn. She promptly sat up and straightened her clothes, while I covered up my erection with my free hand. Realizing I could use some help, Karina leaned in and took the brown paper bags from the attendant, while I used my credit card to pay for our order.
I parked on the lot behind the restaurant, where we ate our burgers -- and Karina her salad.
"So, where were we?" she asked, once we were finished, wrapping her soft hand around my flaccid dick and gently tugging it. She continued playing with it as I drove off and continued our ride home. It took her a few minutes to get me hard again, but that was OK. We were not in a hurry...
"Oh, look who it is," Karina whispered as I pulled into our street, referring to our neighbor, Mrs. Miller, who was having coffee on her front porch. Before I could reply, she bent her head down in my lap and slid her mouth over my hard cock again.
"Karina," I protested mildly, not wanting to push our luck.
"Oh, come on," she whispered, looking up at me as she slowly pumped my cock, "Tell me you don't want me to swallow your load, right here in front of her."
"Aren't you in enough trouble?" I asked as I carefully drove up our driveway, "Do you wanna get arrested for public lewdness too?"
"Relax, she's not going to call the police," Karina whispered, "She's too much of a pervert for that."
"You being an expert on psychological profiling, of course," I mocked Karina while I raised my hand and greeted Mrs. Miller.
"Be quiet and just focus on cumming down my throat," she whispered, just before sliding her mouth over my fat pole.
Now, Mrs. Miller couldn't see my crotch, but from her slightly elevated position on her porch, she could definitely see Karina's head bobbing up and down -- especially because the little slut was deliberately amplifying her movements, raising her head higher than she needed to.
Mrs. Miller was baffled, of course, but rarely took her eyes off us. I guess Karina was right about her. About three or four minutes into this wonderfully wicked blowjob, the little vixen poked her head up for a moment, wiping her mouth ostentatiously -- making it even more obvious what she'd been doing.
"Tilt your head back," Karina whispered, taking off her jacket.
"Why?"
"Because I am going to show Mrs. Miller my tits," she clarified as she took off the shirt I'd given her. With just her bra covering her tits, she turned towards our neighbor again and waved at her. Flabbergasted, Mrs. Miller hesitantly returned the hand gesture.
"No peeking, no touching," she whispered, warning me. I tilted my head back, as requested while Karina unclasped her bra and took it off, throwing it shamelessly on the dashboard. She then got on her knees on her seat and placed her hands on my knees, curving her back as high as she could so that her tits would be visible from Mrs. Miller's position, while she continued her blowjob.
Once she was in the planned position I glanced down at her naked backside. Unlike our neighbor, who had a direct line of sight to them, I could only imagine how her dangling tits looked. A few minutes later, Karina suddenly reached back with one hand and flipped her skirt up, exposing her ass -- and because she was no longer wearing panties, also her cunt.
The realization that Mrs. Miller could now see all of Karina's special little places, including her wet pussy, sent me over the edge.
"Christ Karina," I grunted, as I started shuddering in my seat.
"Yeah, give me your sludge," she moaned loudly around my dick. I grunted loudly, slammed my fist against the ceiling and started bucking in my seat, emptying my balls into her willing mouth.
She kept sucking and jerking my dick until I had nothing left to give. When she was done, she reached back, lowered her skirt back to cover her bottom and whispered softly "Close your eyes."
I complied, realizing she probably wanted to put her bra back on.
"Okay," she said, about ten seconds later. I opened my eyes and noticed that I'd been right. She'd put her bra back on. I stuffed my flaccid dick back in my pants as Karina put her jacket back on. Then, we got out of the car and headed inside, both of us glancing awkwardly at Mrs. Miller -- who was still gawking incredulously at us.
"She's interesting huh... what do you think of Mrs. Miller?" I asked Karina once we'd made it inside.
Without blinking an eye, she replied, "I think she used to be quite the slut and that she misses it. I also think we need to play in front of her more often."
"You do?" I asked, stunned, but not opposed to her suggestion.
"Yeah, but not right now," she whispered as she grabbed her phone and quickly set a three-minute repeating timer, "Right now, I need my twat licked."
And with that statement, she walked into the living room, put her left foot on the coffee table and tapped her twat with her right index finger.
I got the message, kneeled down in front of her and eagerly started licking her young, moist twat. When the timer on her phone expired, she walked over to the nearest chair, sat down and spread her legs wide. I crawled over to her and continued licking her.
From then on out, every three minutes -- whenever her phone chimed -- we switched positions. She got on her back on the kitchen counter, on her left side on the dining room table and on all fours on the kitchen floor. Next, we moved into the garage where she first hopped on the dryer and then assumed the wheel barrow position in the middle of the room.
Upstairs, she spread her legs sitting on the edge of the bath tub and then got on her back in the night hall, her feet touching both walls -- that was a pretty nasty one! In all of those places and positions, I put my head in between her legs and stuck my tongue up her twat.
She didn't cum, but that was never the aim of the exercise. The point was simply to act as lewd and as vulgar as possible. I tugged my dick off and on, but never got it fully hard again -- as there were simply too many, frequent interruptions.
When I'd been sucking and licking her cunt for close to forty minutes, she'd suddenly had enough. She was standing on two chairs, one foot on each seat and I was standing underneath her, licking her wide-open twat. She just stepped down off the chairs and briefly rubbed my crotch, while she kissed me full on the mouth -- no doubt tasting herself.
"That was wonderful," she smiled, "Now, I am going to take a shower and then start my essay. Call me if you need me..."
And with that, she scampered out of the room. In desperate need of some rest, I slumped down on the couch and started watching some TV. As you might expect, I fell asleep in just a matter of minutes.
Several hours later, Karina woke me up by gently shaking my shoulder.
"Come on, hurry, Mrs. Miller is in her kitchen," she whispered. As her room was right above our neighbor's kitchen, I assumed that's how she'd gotten her information. She grabbed my cock, which had regenerated quite nicely during my little nap and was already getting hard again.
She guided me through the kitchen, out the back door and through the bushes separating our garden from Mrs. Miller's. Our neighbor was, as predicted, walking about in her kitchen. Karina quickly took off her cut-off jeans, along with her white panties. She didn't touch her top, which concealed her tits of course and got down on her hands and knees.
"Fuck me," she whispered as she glanced through the glass sliding doors at Mrs. Miller, who was unaware of our presence. Too horny to turn her down -- and really in the mood to do something nasty again -- I kneeled down behind Karina and stuffed my dick into her surprisingly wet hole.
I got about fifteen shoves in her before Mrs. Miller turned towards us and saw us sitting there. Startled, she gasped and just completely froze for a few seconds. But then, she seemed to snap out of it and took a couple of steps towards us, right up to the window, glancing down at us.
Now with an audience, I started fucking Karina a little harder and faster -- while still pacing myself. I didn't want to cum too soon and make a fool out of myself. Luckily, Karina was soaking wet by now, which not only helped me to postpone my own orgasm, but also aided me in making her cum, twice in a very short time.
After thumping her through two massive orgasms, I was still giving it to her, hard and pretty deep, when she suddenly glanced over her shoulder and stammered, somewhat out of breath, "I... I want it... in my face."
"What?" I replied, shocked, not sure if I was hearing her right.
"I want you... to cum in my fucking face," she whispered, clearly overwhelmed by blind lust.
"Now? Right here in front of Mrs. Miller?" I repeated, fucking her a little faster.
