Her name was Michelle. She was in my writing class at the community college and her short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and pension for tiny skirts caught my attention. So I asked her out - just a movie and maybe some dessert: nothing serious. Of course, she said yes.
She was a little girl -- under five-three - and couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs. But at 19 her tits were an astonishing double-D. It was after the movie, when we were seated at the restaurant, that I asked if her breasts were ever a problem for her petite size and she responded with a slow, shy grin.
"Yea, I'm probably one of the few girls my age that wants breast reduction surgery. They tend to strain my back -- a lot," she added. "Why? Do they look way big?"
She unabashedly shoved her chest out as she spoke, straining the buttons on her low cut pink top and giving me a open view of lovely cleavage.
I shook my head, laughing. "Not for me!"
She looked back down at her dessert, that coy grin returning to her face.
"Well that's good to know," she said, scooping a spoonful of ice cream into her pretty mouth and slowly running her tongue around her soft, red lips. "Cuz I can't afford the surgery yet -- at least not before we get home."
My eyebrows shot up at this, but I just smiled and sipped my coffee. It was then that I felt a small foot creeping up my pants leg. She must have slipped it out of her high heels. I glanced quizzically over at her.
"Can I help you?"
She flashed a grin. "I hope so." Then, "Let's get out of here!"
I needed no further invitation, and a couple minutes later we were back in my car speeding through town to her apartment. She fixed her make-up in the over-head mirror by the dome light for the first few minutes, but eventually shut her compact with a snap and flicked off the light, plunging the car into darkness lit only by the lights on the dashboard.
"Fuck..." I heard her mutter. "I can't wait!"
Before I could ask her what this meant, I felt a soft pressure on my jeans that slowly began to run up and down my lap. My cock was suddenly straining, and I she squeezed it firmly with a low giggle.
"Big boy," she murmured appreciatively while her other hand began undoing my belt. A minute later, and my cock was freed, pulsating in her warm, soft grip. She gently slid her right hand deeper into my pants to massage my balls while her left began stroking the length of my shaft. I moaned softly, concentrating on keeping the car on the road.
Taking this as a cue, she lowered her blonde head down to my lap and I felt a wet tongue swirl around my head, teasing my urethra with a few quick licks before suddenly engulfing the first three inches of my throbbing cock into the warm depths of her mouth. I gasped and swerved for a second as my cock jerked in the warmth of her lips. She didn't move, just lay there for several seconds as the rest of my length slowly pushed its way down her throat, growing bigger with each inch. I swallowed with some difficulty and she mimicked the action, putting pressure on my dick as she did so. I felt light-headed and was forced to muster all of my will-power to not explode right there. Slowly she pulled her head halfway up my cock, swirling her tongue around and around the tip as she did so before abruptly dropping it back down, this time engulfing my entire seven inches. She swallowed down again, sending tremors of pleasure through my body. Her right hand was still fondling my nuts and her head began bobbing with a more regular motion. The soft moans emitting from deep in her throat began to vibrate on shaft like an electric massage.
I gripped the wheel tighter as her movements became faster and more forceful, my cock slipping through her lips, against her tongue, slamming into the back of her throat before then sliding down it only to come back up again and repeat the action. I saw the lights of her apartments ahead and I slowed quickly, pulling up to the curb. My foot jammed on the brake, and I threw the car into park before grabbing her head with both hands. Using her momentum, I began to shove her down harder and harder on my cock, thrusting deep into her throat with my hips. My actions were greeted with an animalistic moan from Michelle punctuated her gags as I rammed her face without mercy. I felt pressure begin building in my balls as I quickened the pace, until I could bear it no longer. With a half-moan, half-yell, I thrust one final time, burying her head in my lap, my cock pumping its load in the depths of her throat. I heard her gasping for air, but could not stop as my cock jerked painfully hard, shooting wad after wad into her belly. Finally I collapsed and she came up gasping for air, but still vigorously licking my still hard shaft, slurping up the cum that had dripped down the side. Her movements were almost frantic like those of a starving animal, and she was making desperate little groans and she lapped at my balls.
"I need more," she finally said, her fevered gaze of unbridled lust meeting my own. "I need more of you inside me!"
I needed no further motivation to pull her over the middle console and onto my lap. I felt her hands struggling push her thong aside beneath her short skirt and my cock was greeted by the heat of her cunt, dripping with anticipation. I slid the seat back to give her more room while maintaining my upright position. Then I ripped the buttons off her blouse, pushing it open to get at her enormous breasts. I buried my face in them, feeling the intense heat as she lowered herself down on my cock, a shudder passing through her entire body as she slowly sank over its length. She paused for a moment, allowing her pussy to adjust to my girth before beginning to slowly slide up and down my hardness.
