Note from author: Its been awhile since I wrote one of these. Sorry if I kept you waiting. I actually decided to write this short chapter before writing a finale, which I will do soon. I have been terribly busy.
Chapter 1
John drove up to the corner near Bianca's house. He glanced around, careful that nobody would see him pick up Jamie. She would meet him here occasionally, after slipping out of the house. He was somewhat tired, but looking forward to seeing her.
He had just gotten back from his parents' house. They lived a few hours away, and it had been a nice couple of days with them. But it had left him with an unsatisfied feeling. They had him late in life, and he was their only child. They were a quiet, decent, typical older couple, with few vices and a pretty strong religious background. His parents were proud of his accomplishments in his field, but concerned that he didn't seem to be involved in a church. His mom had this particularly canny ability to see unspoken issues. When he was telling her about his work and involvement in a couple clubs, she seemed to be searching his face. She knew he was hiding something. Moms were like that.
They wanted grandchildren, and he could see his parents' interest in his relationship—or apparent lack thereof. He thought about his own childhood, which was more or less happy...and began to feel tired. Bianca, Sam, Danielle...Jamie...he was getting tired. Somehow the sex-fantasy-dream-come-true was wearing him down. He had pushed away Sam, tired of Danielle, and was having, technically, forced sex with the mother of the girl he liked to be with. Somehow the quiet life of his parents was starting to look more and more appealing.
Waiting for Jamie, in the car, he began to wish he could pick her up without hiding—tell his parents that he had a girlfriend, or a fiance, or a wife.
That is it
John decided.
I am not going to have simple sex romps in the car with Jamie anymore. Tonight is the night that things change. I'm going to straighten this out and get back to the real world. Time for a serious talk.
At that moment, Jamie showed up, and got in the car.
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Damn it
... John thought to himself, while he shifted slightly. Jamie's head bobbed up and down in his lap. Soft slurping and sucking noises were the only sounds in the vehicle. He had driven fifteen minutes to her high school parking lot. There were cars here and there, with most parked near the school, under the lights. There must have been a couple activities going on inside.
Not only am I having a sex romp in the car with Jamie, I'm doing it in her high school parking lot. Why do I do this? I could be in so much trouble, I...
"uhhh" John groaned. A parent had just walked out with her daughter, maybe a sophomore, maybe a friend of Jamie's. They didn't even look towards his car, and had no idea that one of the students of the school was happily pleasuring an man in that same parking lot.
Jamie loved hearing John moan, and with a contented "mmph" swallowed his cock. She noticed it harden up, but didn't know it had to do with her schoolmate and her schoolmate's mother as much as her sucking. As her lips moved up and down his cock, John's earlier doubts disappeared from his mind. He wished he could fuck the mom and daughter that just got into the car in the lot. He wished he could fuck every hot mom and every hot daughter in... "no...why are you slowing down?" John whispered, not knowing why he was talking quietly, since they were in the car.
Jamie rose up from his cock, "You're getting too turned on...I want to suck your dick for awhile now...just settle down..." She smiled, then slowly ran her teeth over the engorged head of his cock, making him cringe and pull back from her mouth, into the seat, but there wasn't much room for retreat, and she followed him, nipping softly at his tip. "Urrrrrr" John growled, tortured, but unable to do anything about it. He slammed his hands onto the steering wheel, and gritted his teeth. It felt so good, but hurt too. She finally relented, kissing his dick softly, then worked her way down to his balls. He settled back and spread his legs so she could have access.
As she settled into quietly bathing his testes with her warm wet mouth, and massaging them with her gentle, loving tongue, John smiled and laid his head back against the head rest of his slightly reclined seat.
Chapter 2
Movement a little ways away caught his eye. He didn't know how he'd missed them, but two females seemed to be moving towards a car a little ways away. One looked like a teacher. She was black.
Yeah, that's Danielle alright
John confirmed. The other was short, but looked attractive. She was Hispanic. He couldn't tell her age well—she could have been a senior, but may have been younger. Danielle was wearing a brown dress, and the girl was wearing a shirt with a black skirt.
His dick softened slightly, from the relaxing attention to his balls and the distraction of what was going on outside the car. Jamie noticed, and started jacking him off while she pleasured his testicles. "mmmm thanks Jamie, you're doing great...keep at it..." John whispered, reaching down and playing with a breast, through her tank top.
Outside, John noticed that Danielle and the student were behind a large van. The student seemed to be protesting something, and Danielle was looking very sternly at her. John knew what was going on. The student stopped talking, and looked at Danielle pleadingly. Danielle made a brief comment, and the student looked around, furtively. The van was between them and most of the parking lot. Both her and Danielle looked towards John's car, but they didn't see him inside the dark vehicle. John remained deadly still, which was difficult, with Jamie tugging on his balls and working a finger around his ass, gently prodding and touching, while stroking his cock.
The student looked at Danielle worriedly, then, with a resigned look on her face, sadly turned towards the van and looked through a window towards the school. Danielle grabbed the girl's hands and placed them on the vehicle, like she was going to arrest her. Then, kneeling down behind her, Danielle raised the girl's skirt up with one hand, and pulled her panties down to her knees with the other. John could see the visible reaction of the girl to the cold air on her ass, as she looked back and down at her teacher, and said something. Danielle glanced up with a frown, and gave a quick smack to the ass, and the student turned around quickly and looked back through the van's window. Clearly she was supposed to keep watch.
As soon as her ass came into view, John's cock started to get very hard. He stopped fondling Jamie's breast and reached over to her ass instead, squeezing it and giving it a quick smack. "OH" Jamie exclaimed, and moved up to his cock quickly to start sucking it again. John put a hand on the back of Jamie's head, not wanting her to come up and see him getting off looking at her former rapist molesting another, possibly quite younger girl.
He watched Danielle as she appeared to inspect the girl's ass. She got the girl to reach down with one hand, without looking, and hold her skirt up for her molester's convenience. Danielle than spread her brown, Latina cheeks, and leaned in to kiss around the exposed asshole of the somewhat distressed looking girl, who kept making slight movements like she was going to look back, then, thinking better of it, returning to scan the parking lot.
Man, going right for her ass,
John thought to himself.
