"Stan, I'm not sure about this," Layla said with a faint tremor in her voice, as she glared at the dark mist-engulfed forest surrounding them through the car windows.
"Oh, come on," he chuckled and continued to plant long, wet kisses on her neck and exposed shoulders, "don't tell me you're actually
afraid
."
"There've just been...too many rumors, reports...I..." she moaned, his kisses becoming more passionate, as he sucked on her neck, his hand reaching down underneath her low-cut blouse and cupping her breast gently.
"Bullshit stories for easily impressed teenagers," he dismissed her fears and focused on the task at hand, as he lowered the thin straps of her satin blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall under her breasts.
She continued to steal glimpses of the menacing-looking woods, while she grew more lightheaded, her worries quickly withering away and being replaced with hot, anticipatory thoughts of what was coming.
He leaned even closer to her and put his hand on her leg, gently caressing her thigh; she sought for his lips and finally found them, sucking on his tongue hungrily, when he thrust it in her mouth.
She spread her knees, allowing his hand easier access under her skirt; his soft, writer's fingers ran along her inner thigh, causing slight shivers to traverse her spine and a slight trembling to overcome her body.
His tongue was down her throat as he kissed her noisily, and rather sloppily; at the moment, she did not care, it felt good, and when he first touched her pussy, over her panties, she giggled and pressed her lips tighter on his, as a sudden jolt of electricity was shot through her body.
Encouraged by her intense kisses and body movements, he rubbed her above the panties harder, feeling the moist panties on his fingertips; the blood quickly rushed down to his southern parts, his mind lost in erotic yearning.
Softly, yet determinedly, she pushed his head down, wishing to feel his hot, wet lips on her skin; and more than willingly he accepted her physical demands, kissing her softly on the chest, sucking on her breasts, swirling his tongue around her erect nipples.
He pulled her blouse off, unceremoniously throwing it aside, and for a moment her face turned scarlet, as she was naked from the waist up in front of him for the very first time; he took a moment to savor the sight, then went back to kissing her, on the sternum and on the breasts, taking his time, thoroughly cherishing the moment, as well as the rising heat of her skin on his lips.
In the meantime, he had set her panties aside, exposing her dripping pussy to the cool air, as he gently rubbed her, occasionally pushing his fingers against her tight hole, teasing her without putting too much pressure to initiate penetration, and every time his rubbing turned harder, she moaned heavily, resting her head on the seat.
She spread her knees wider, as she pushed his head down once more; he thus moved his kisses down to her flat, contracting stomach and grabbed her skirt with both hands, slowly but steadily pulling it down.
He yanked her skirt down to her ankles, then helped her out of her panties too...her face turned even redder and her breath grew heavier, as she remained seated on the backseat, completely naked but for her ankle-high boots; he kissed her on the lips, then offered her a beaming smile—he was still dressed and his radiant smile caused the crimson on her cheeks to turn even brighter, as she caressed his cheek.
Stan repositioned her, forcefully laying her to her side, lifting her one leg up, then dove right in between her legs, tasting her for the first time; with slow, methodical moves he licked her outer labia, gently rubbing her clit.
Her body quivered at his touch, while she held on to the back of the front seat, her head resting heavily on the window, watching him in fascination working on her, gradually letting his tongue slip in and out of her...her wetness grew, as did her body temperature, and when she bloomed, he thrust his tongue deeper and began flapping it right and left, increasing the pace, while he rubbed her pussy harder.
She tilted her head upwards and with half-closed eyes she let out a prolonged moan, not minding the uncomfortable position she lay in, at the moment only caring about Stan's tongue and his passionate kisses on her nether lips; a shadow crossed her blurry sight, a tall, menacing shadow that momentarily walked past the car.
"Stan," she poked his head nervously, her pussy still convulsing, yet her racing heart swarmed with fear.
"What's wrong?" He asked in confusion; his initial frustration instantly evaporated from his eyes, when he noticed her aghast expression.
"Someone's out there," she said in a shaking voice, looking around horrified. "I saw...
something
walking right past the window. I..."
"Are you sure? Who was it?"
"I don't know...it was...a large shadow," she explained, as best as she could.
"A...
shadow
?" He nodded and a faint smile curled his lips. "It's nothing, Layla. I promise. At worst, a creepy peeper...there are bound to be some in a place like this. Don't fret over it."
"I don't think it was...a human shadow," she continued.
"You want me to go check?" He exasperated.
"No!" She shrieked, then cleared her throat and tried her best to smile. "No, you're right; maybe, it was just my imagination, or...yeah, just a creepy old guy with nothing better to do."
"Good," he sighed in relief and kissed her tenderly, putting one hand behind her head, while with the other he went back on working on her clit, trying to bring back the earlier wetness.
Though the shadow continued to creep in the back of her head, like an omnipresent ill-omen, she allowed herself to relax and to believe Stan's explanations to the best of her doubting abilities. And when he resumed kissing her down under, swirling his tongue inside her slow and easy, with two fingers stimulating her clit, she found it easy to dismiss the shadow as nothing more than prejudice caused by hearsay and urban legends.
He took off his soaked in sweat shirt and sat straight up next to her; he stared at her intensely and passionately as he unbuttoned his jeans and whipped his erect cock out. For a moment, she remained silent, her eyes fixed on his long, thick cock standing in attention, begging for her warmth and wetness.
"What's wrong?" He asked with a smirk, tangling his fingers between her long, curly, black hair—with the other hand slowly stroking his meat.
"Nothing, I just..." she gasped, then cut herself short—it was the second cock she ever saw and far bigger than Chad's (her high-school boyfriend). There was no way, however, she'd admit it, as she tried hard to maintain the image of a well-experienced woman unwilling to let her friends and classmates think of her as a smalltown prude.
"Come on, then," he encouraged her, putting his hand on the back of her head, "what are you waiting for?"
She leaned forth, breathing heavily; reluctantly, she stuck her tongue out and licked the soft, sensitive head. She grabbed the thick shaft, her small fist unable completely to close around it, and stroked gently, while she opened her mouth wide and took the head in, wrapping her lips tightly around it.
His grip around her hair tightened, grabbing a fistful and forcefully pushing her head down, making her take more inches of his shaft in her mouth; quickly, she found herself suffocating from the girth stuffing mouth up, the head hitting the back of her throat.
She sniffled loudly and often, snot filling her nostrils up, while he swayed his hips up and down, slamming his cock deeper, and harder. Layla took a hold of his big, clean-shaven, swollen balls and rubbed gently; when the drilling of her throat grew too intense, she gave him a hard squeeze, forcing him to produce a painful gasp and momentarily to stop.
Thusly, she controlled the pace, while allowing him some trace of control as well, as she slowly lowered her head, letting his cock glide down her throat and stuff her, blocking her airway; she drew air through her nostrils, each breath coming out as a soft whistle, while trying to hold him balls-deep in her throat for as long as biology would allow her.
When she jerked her head up, quite abruptly, she panted heavily and drooled all over his cock, leaving wet marks on his blue jeans; he patted the back of her head and pulled her upwards to his face and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Then, almost violently he pushed her back down on him, slamming her throat; it was an overwhelming sensation for Layla, being thusly stuffed and used, hardly able to control her own breathing. And yet, despite the few disperse moments of despair, she caught herself getting overly excited and compelled to reach down to her pussy and rub herself hard, unable any longer to withstand the longing itch burning her southern region.
She ran her tongue across the throbbing shaft, covering it with even more saliva, making it even more slippery...Stan's heavy, deep moans were music to her ears, as she kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it softly, and stroked the shaft with both hands tightly clenched around it.
A loud, hungry howl broke the silence of the night, causing her to freeze in her position, with the cockhead in her mouth. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, seemingly trying to break her ribs and escape, and she lifted her terrified gaze to the sweating window.
She could hardly discern the forest, only faint shadows could she see, and yet... something appeared to be circling the car determinedly.
"There are still wolves living in the woods, Layla," Stan said, not trying to hide his frustration. "Sometimes, they howl. They can't, however, break into the car, okay?
Relax
," he sighed.
"Something's out there," she said, absentmindedly further tightening her grip around his cock, till she brought him to the verge of tears, "and I don't mean wolves."
"And I'd like to keep my cock unbroken, thank you very much," he gasped and tried to loosen her excruciating grip up.
"Shit, sorry," she chuckled nervously, as soon as she realized what he was talking about. "I wasn't thinking...are you okay?"
"Yeah," he leaned heavily back and sighed. "Shall we go back? I mean...if you're going to see shadows and monsters everywhere..."
"No, no," she shook her head—there was no other place they could do it, no other place that could offer them privacy. "We don't have to...it
is
kind of spooky, though; you've got to admit that much."
