You want it where?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!!" was about all Loretta could say at that moment. See, Loretta -- Mrs. Sullivan had insisted I call her by her first name, now that we'd become so intimately acquainted -- had just received about the hundredth thrust of my cock, getting more insistent and harder, as she stood, bent over the hood of her car, skirt around her waist, panties still hanging on one ankle. And with me, fucking her hard, with long, deep, powerful strokes, just as she liked it.
We were on a dirt road, maybe a half mile from the turnpike, in a small stand of trees, and Loretta was coming again, just before I was ready to shoot my load. (I'd learned a lot inside Loretta's juicy pussy, including how to control my orgasms until after hers -- usually her third or fourth, if I could manage it and she wasn't too obscene).
We'd fucked here maybe a half dozen times. It was safer than trying to do it at her house or mine. One time, she was riding me in her bedroom, watching the way my cock disappeared into her cunt (as she insisted on calling it -- as in "Oh fuck! My fucking cunt's so fucking full of your huge fucking cock") when we heard the front door slam and Chris arrived home early from school. Fortunately, he'd come home with Caitlin -- we heard their voices -- and they just headed to the lounge and put the TV on, not guessing that his mom and her brother were busy with some very dirty sex in the master bedroom. I was nearly shitting myself with the terror of potential discovery, but Loretta insisted on riding me and frigging her own clit for another minute before she came. Then she climbed off me, said "wait here", put on a robe and went downstairs -- with me still nursing a huge boner.
Two minutes later, she came back upstairs. "They were making out -- nothing too serious, Tommy, just a little kissing and groping -- so I made some noise to let them know I was around and said I was just about to get in the shower. They'll expect me to be gone for at least twenty minutes, so I guess they'll keep busy. Let me finish you off and then you can slip out the door when I go back downstairs." Loretta's mouth is quite big, but even she couldn't take more than a few inches of my dick. Still, she used her tongue and lips in a very sexy way, stroking the shaft with both hands and making lots of eye contact. In about three minutes I was able to give her a king-sized bucket o' cum in her hungry mouth. She then headed for the shower, and afterwards went downstairs quite noisily, so that Chris and Caitlin could rearrange themselves and pretend to drink sodas and watch TV together. As she talked to them, quite loudly, I slipped out the door and headed back to my place.
So since then, we'd found ways to meet up on days after work. I was helping out at Chuck's construction company part time after I'd graduated from high school and was waiting to go to college. That was a long, hot summer. We'd start early and try to finish early, often to avoid the late-afternoon rain showers. Chuck would go back to the depot and one of the other guys would give me a ride to the end of my street, or sometimes to the mall. I'd arrange to meet Loretta and we'd find a way to sneak off somewhere private and fuck wildly before she'd give me a ride home.
But things started to get a little dangerous. Loretta told me that Chuck had complained to her that she didn't seem interested in sex anymore. One time, he called by my house on the way home to leave some tools I'd need the next day and found that I wasn't there, even though one of his guys had left me at the end of the street over an hour earlier. My mom had no idea where I was, and I had to make up a story very quickly. (It involved a mystery girl. My mom seemed pleased, as I hadn't brought a girl home since Donna, and I think she was beginning to suspect I was gay).
Finally, the time came for me to go to college. I'd quit Chuck's company the week before. The hard physical work had helped to keep me fit and had given me a tan. Once or twice, some girls had driven past places where we were working and had called out to me. I wondered how they would react if they knew what I was packing in my pants. Would they be as excited as Loretta or as terrified as Donna?
I'd chosen Arizona State University for my business course -- and because they had a good reputation for sports, especially football -- and I was trying to work out the best options to fund myself and where to live. Rooms on campus seemed to be expensive and limited, but then Loretta mentioned that her cousin Justine lived in East Scottsdale, and that she had a spare room. Her son Mark, who was a few years older than me, had gone to college in Europe. His room was vacant, and from what Loretta said, Justine would apparently charge me a fair rent, provide me with some home-cooked meals and might even let me drive Mark's SUV.
"She misses Mark. Since her husband died six years ago, they've gotten closer, I guess. She'll be glad of the company. It'll be like having her boy back again. Maybe."
There was something about Loretta's expression that seemed to say something else, but I couldn't quite understand it. However, the best news of all was that Loretta offered to take me and all my college stuff to her cousin's house, as I didn't have a car of my own. She told Chuck that she hadn't seen Justine in a long while and would like to go visit for a few days. My folks were very grateful to Loretta, as things were still a little tight, financially. And me, I was delighted, though I wasn't sure how Justine would react if she caught Loretta and me making out in her house.
As it was, I needn't have worried. We took four days over the journey, stopping in motels each night. Loretta was like a fucking animal; as in 'an animal that constantly wants to fuck'. I guess she must've felt that, after this trip, she'd lose the use of my cock for a very long time, and wanted to make the most of it.
Every night, at each motel, we'd order room service and then fuck like crazy. Each time, she tried to suck me deeper than before into her mouth, as if she felt she needed to prove that her mouth was as accommodating as her juicy cunt. I wasn't going to complain, but both of us knew there was no way she was gonna deep-throat me. Still, it was a lot of fun feeling her try, and more than once I pumped a load of jizz down her throat.
On the second-last day of our journey, without my knowledge, Loretta had inserted a butt-plug, apparently after breakfast. We were taking turns driving and I was behind the wheel, around 11am, when she causally reached out, unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out and started going down on me. Now I know that the Kings of Leon sing about 'head while I'm driving', but honestly guys, it isn't safe. I had to pull off at the next intersection and find a quiet place to stop, before shooting my load into her mouth.
It was then that she climbed out of the car, opened one of the rear doors and lay down across the back seat. I could take a hint, especially as she had pulled her skirt up around her waist and her panties were off, so I started licking. It was then that I noticed the end of the butt-plug sticking out of her ass.
"Hey, Loretta, what's with the plug?" I asked between licks.
"Just wanted to see -- how it felt -- with the plug in while -- while you fuck me. Later. Just -- just make me come now."
I ate her with a great deal of enthusiasm, using all of the skills she'd taught me. She, being a greedy girl, came twice before she made me quit.
We stopped at a Denny's for lunch, then she drove for a while. At around 3 pm, we pulled up at a little place near a lake for some take-out coffees, and walked around to a quiet spot to drink them. There were some picnic tables, so we sat down for a couple of minutes, taking in the view. Then she looked around and said "Hey Tommy. Great place for a fuck, don'tcha think?"
She didn't wait for me to answer. She just stood up, bent over the end of the picnic table and pulled her skirt up. "Tommy, I still can't get the thought of your amazing cock outta my head. After I leave you at Justine's, I'm gonna have to get used to just having Chuck's cock in me. That used to be enough, but now..." She looked at me. "And Tommy, I don't want any slow and gentle this time, I just want fast and hard and fucking wild. Can you do that, baby?"
"I..." I was about to say 'I guess so, Loretta,' but that would have sounded pretty lame, so instead I looked at her, lying there across the table with her ass up, her legs spread and a horny expression on her face. I slapped her ass and said "whatever you want, slut." To be honest, my balls were beginning to ache a little from the number of times Loretta had drained them over the past two days. However, the sight of that pantie-less pussy and that plugged ass, as well as the horny expression on her face, were all doing a great job of getting me hard again.
I pulled my cock out, semi hard. She looked at me and said "What's wrong, boy? Can't get it up? Afraid you can't satisfy a real woman?"
"Oh, I'll get it up -- and up you, bitch. Just suck it first," I replied, shoving it into her open mouth. This was all far away from my shy encounters with other girls, and even from my early experiences with Loretta. We both knew that our hormone-fueled relationship was going to have to end very soon, and Loretta was clearly ratcheting-up the raunch factor. I was just going along for the ride -- and it was a hell of a ride!
She sucked like she was trying to drain my balls yet again, and I went from putty to rebar in about a minute. I knew that if I let her continue she'd have yet another protein snack before long, so as much as I was enjoying it, there was only one thing to do.
My cock was covered in a sheen of her saliva as I pulled back and scooted around the table. Her pussy was already wet -- I couldn't believe just how wet this woman could get from just thinking about getting fucked. But there was a complication. The butt-plug she had in was different than the one I'd seen when I was eating down there that morning.
