Ariel the papergirl hadn't stayed away for long. She had met Ryan just the morning before, on the day after Thanksgiving. Marie, his sister-in-law, had a house on Ariel's route, and he was staying there. He'd been alone that morning, and he'd invited Ariel inside when she came by to deliver the paper. He seduced her, but she had let him. It was her first time, and though she'd loved it, it had terrified her. She wanted to come back and do it again, but she was still so scared and shy.
When she finally found the courage to show back up at the house, she didn't know how to get Ryan's attention. His wife might be there now, and from the cars in the driveway, it was obvious that at least somebody was there with him. Probably a few people. But she had given her parents an excuse for leaving the house that night, and if she came back too soon, there would be a lot of explaining why, which she just wasn't ready for. So the tiny, 19 year-old blonde beauty stayed outside Marie's house, looking at the glow of closed window shades, trying to hear something that might tell her more about the only man who'd ever filled her with hard flesh and hot seed.
The real reason she hung around wasn't her parents, though. It was because her body ached for more.
It was about forty minutes later when Ariel had talked herself into giving up and just going back home. It was the holiday weekend, after all. Muffled voices from inside proved to her that Ryan wasn't by himself, and so there was no way for her to see him again. It saddened her deeply, because he would be flying back home soon, back to his life, and she would be left back in hers without him, half a continent away. Sure he was an older man, almost thirty years old, but he was the only man she'd ever had. And right now the only one she ever thought she'd want.
She had just turned her back on the house when the hum and rattle of the automatic garage door broke the silence of the chilly Nevada night. Ariel hid behind a car parked at the end of Marie's driveway and hoped whoever was coming out wasn't doing so to use that car.
She heard footsteps coming toward her, and before she could think to hide or run, she looked up and saw Ryan carrying a bag of trash toward the garbage can at the curb just feet away. He didn't see her until he'd deposited it, turned around, and--
"Ariel!" he whispered in surprise.
He looked around, seeming more nervous than even she. But after seeing nobody, he relaxed and came toward her. Neither needed to speak. They both knew what the other wanted. Ryan took her hand and led her quietly up the driveway, into the one-car garage. Marie's red Charger was in there, filling most of the space. Ryan closed the garage door, then after briefly going into the house to check on "the others", Ryan came back to Ariel in the garage and told her everything would be all right. The others were going to bed.
He found a welcome mat, dropped it on the floor before him, then unfastened his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. She took the hint and lowered herself to her knees on the mat. She gently and slowly grasped his big, heavy cock and touched it to her face, warming herself with the heat, feeling it grow hard against her. She nuzzled her nose into his sack, then stuck out her tongue and licked at the two great, heavy balls. Soon she was sucking them, slowly but hard. She placed one hand on his ass, and used the other to gently stroke him. The garage was dead silent, so all she could hear were his soft moans and the wet sounds she made with her mouth against him.
He put a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.
The first time she'd sucked his cock, Ariel had gone more than ten minutes. This time she spent that long just sucking his balls. Ryan's cock produced so much pre-cum that it had dripped down his shaft and rubbed off onto her nose, lips, or forehead as she teased and gulped at his testicles. And thanks to her additional hand-job, his cock was completely coated in the pre-cum by the time she licked and then wrapped her lips around it.
She felt talented and inexperienced at the same time. Her sucking method, like before, was peculiar but mind-blowing. It was more like she was kissing him, heavy on a swirling tongue, than she was sucking. She didn't bob her head, but moved it back and forth on him slowly. And there was the occasional scrape of her teeth, but she was so gentle it tickled him more than anything, heightening Ryan's pleasure. Her lips and tongue were also very wet. Saliva dripped from her chin and his shaft steadily. Ryan had only experienced that before with very wild blow-jobs, but Ariel was so slow and gentle and yet producing the same effect.
She made little cooing noises as she sucked, letting him know that she was enjoying this, too, and not just going through the motions. Even wilder than that was that she never took her lips off of him, not to take a breath or even to just give him a lick. Ariel had her lips fused to his cock the whole time. It was the second blow-job she'd ever given, and Ryan had gotten so many he'd lost count, but this was the first one he could describe as perfect. That was saying a lot, because his wife, Melanie, was excellent at giving head. Little Ariel, however, sucked him in such a way that gave him the most pleasure possible. She kept him at the edge without pushing him over. And as he urged her on with the obligatory gasps of "Yes, baby", "Oh God", and "Fuck, that feels so good", she kept it up for an astonishing forty minutes.
Though Ryan's pleasure was at the forefront of her mind, Ariel was getting off on sucking him this way, too. He tasted so strong and masculine, but it was the soft yet rigid sensation of his cock that she hungered for most. It just felt right in her mouth, and her tongued seemed to know exactly what to do all on its own, and so she let it. As she stimulated him, it was his erection that stimulated her right back. She had several mini-orgasms just making love to his penis with her mouth. She felt her own wetness eventually drip down her thighs.
By the time she released him, Ryan's body had been so tense for so long that he literally crumpled to the garage floor just to catch his breath and regain some strength. The only part of him that didn't feel weak was, somehow, his cock, which still strained as much as it had when Ariel first placed her mouth on it almost an hour ago. And it was straining for even more attention.
Sitting up on his elbows on the cold floor, Ryan pulled Ariel on top of him. He helped her off with her shirt and bra and directed his cock between her tiny breasts. Already well-lubed from the blow-job, he stroked himself against her A-cups. Being so small, this was not the best titty-fuck Ryan had ever had, but it was enough to get him moaning. And soon his hands were taking over, guiding her head back down to his crotch, desperate for the sensation of her tongue on him again. She nibbled at his head, then sucked him, really bobbing this time. Of course, this time he was guiding her with his hands on the back of her head. Together they picked up speed and depth, until soon he was fucking her face at a rapid pace, and he was drilling into her tiny, tight little throat. Ariel gagged and coughed, but she didn't stop.
Ryan was ready to cum, and he would've love nothing more than to shoot off into that warm, wet mouth of hers, but he wanted this to last, and with the Thanksgiving vacation ending soon, he knew if he didn't fuck her tonight, he might never get the chance again.
He reluctantly let her up, then picked her up and practically dropped her on the hood of Marie's Charger. He took off her shoes, socks, and pants. His cock raged the whole time. He rubbed it against her thigh once her pants were off, then after ripping her panties away, rubbed it against her bushy little pussy. She spread her legs wide for him, and he pulled her down to the edge of the hood so he could enter her. They were both so wet that he slid rather quickly considering how impossibly tight she was.
Once inside, Ryan could barely move. He waited for her to adjust to him, leaning over and kissing her, playing with her nipples, running his hands all over her, but not pumping. When she was ready, she started grinding her hips, but Ryan quickly took over. Ariel was just too tight and hot and wet. Grunting, he fucked her quickly and hard, getting in ten strokes more than he thought possible, and then another twenty. He knew he'd cum any second. Ariel whispered to him as she watched his face contort with pleasure, but he couldn't hear her. He grabbed her thighs, lifted and spread them, and pounded away into the 19 year old box. She was so small, under 5 foot and 90 pounds, that he imagined his big cock must have reached her stomach each time he drove home.
She reacted with desperate gasps and by clawing at the hood of the shaking and even squeaking car. She bit her lower lip, and her tiny tits jiggled. Her mouth continued to whisper words to Ryan that he couldn't hear over his own heavy breathing. Finally she put a hand to her clit and attacked it, arched her back on the hood of the car, and sucked in deep breaths as she tried to make herself climax.
Ryan beat her to it. He growled and barked as he slammed into her a few last times before pulling out and jerking himself off over her pussy. One, two, then three thick ropes of white cum spit all the way to her forehead and left a fully connected, intertwining trail down her neck, across her breasts, over her flat tummy, and ending in the furry bush hiding her engorged clit. Two of the streams landed over both her eyebrows and eyelids, ran down either side of her nose, and crossed at her lips. One of them started in her hair over her left ear and ran down her cheek.
A burst of sperm droplets followed, covering all the areas in between from her head to her hips. Ryan was screaming through clenched teeth the whole time, his fist tight on his cock as it spewed ninety-minute's worth of built up spunk. He came for so long that some of his jizz had run along Ariel's ribs and dribbled down the hood of the Charger while he was still spewing.
The whole time the cum was raining down on her, Ariel reacted as if she didn't even know it was happening. Still rubbing furiously at her clit, Ariel's hand and forearm were also covered with cum, but she needed her own climax, and the sperm shower she'd just gotten wasn't about to slow her down. She wasn't exactly close to orgasm--being fucked on the hood of the car had been fun but also painful as her sweaty skin kept sticking to and pulling at the metal, but she was afraid if she stopped touching herself now she might never get back to this point. She tensed her body, then used the cum on her fingers to lube her clit. She looked to Ryan one last time before closing her eyes, and saw that he was still jerking himself, though no longer shooting cum.
