We are in the car, riding around, and all I can think about is him in bed. Both of us are silent, but wondering if he might want it too causes me to release my thoughts verbally.
With a grin, I utter, "I can't stop thinking about how sexy you are when you are about to cum."
"Stop it."
"Oh, come on, hasn't the vodka gotten to your cock yet?"
"Oh, yeah."
Grinning wider, I utter, "Oh. Nice." Quiet envelops the air for a bit, then I say, "I'd love to fuck you again."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You're great. My pussy's wet...god, I love feeling your hard cock in my hand. It's foreplay for me...gets my pussy wet and aching until I'm mounting your hard cock."
"Shit," he grunts, and somehow, my grin gets wider.
Sliding a hand in my short jean skirt, I say, "Man, I wish this were your cock."
He pulls into a parking lot with few occupants and finds a spot. Then he just sits there. I reach over to rub his crotch, but he shoves my hand away. "Wait a minute," he mutters, scanning the streets just in case. "Relax."
I light a cigarette and wait...and wait...lustful thoughts dancing in my head, my eyes watching every sip he takes from the cup holding vodka inside. My head is thinking solely about how nice it feels for his dick to come alive in my palm...oh god...
He finally gives his okay, and I reach over and kiss him, sucking quickly on his bottom lip, worried that someone will come and ruin this all too fast. He opens his jeans and allows his cock to breathe. I lower my mouth to it and start sucking greedily. As I lift my butt slightly in the air, it pokes out from beneath the skirt, and my uncle grabs it in his hand.
"Damn, Selena!" he grunts as I pretend my mouth is a vacuum. "Best blowjob I've ever gotten."
I pause a second to grin, knowing that letting myself smile on his cock might ruin the effectiveness of it. When I manage to stifle my pride, I lower my mouth again and start attacking savagely, allowing myself to lose all sense of everything as I bathe his cock in my mouth. I moan on it, thinking how damn sexy it looks and occasionally stop to gaze admiringly at it in all its sexy splendor...oh, fuck! I want it inside of me! But of course, that's up to him at the moment.
"Damn! It feels so good!"
Yes! It better! Hehe, I love making you feel good! but I say nothing, for my mouth is too busy working on his sexy mount. Thinking hard about having it in my pussy, my moans increase. I stifle the urge to hump the seat of the car.
"It'd be nicer to be in your sweet pussy."
I have to work hard not to grin then. I want to give him the best sex of his life...
His cock has gotten really hard now, and boy do I just want to slide on it. But I force myself to wait and see if he was serious about wanting inside of me and continue to attack him with my mouth.
"Give me your pussy."
Oh, shit.
I can't stand it anymore. I separate my mouth from his cock and lift my skirt just enough for him to see my shaved pussy, and he groans as he lowers himself to the seat. With a wicked grin, I lift myself on top of him and start riding his cock, moaning in his ear.
"Oh, god! I love that tight, wet pussy!"
My moans increase. "Yeah, well, that works great because I love that hard cock of yours. Oh, god!" Up and down, up and down. I squeeze hard with the walls of my pussy and start riding him faster and faster...oh, please! All I can think about is that hard cock nestled deep in my wet pussy and the pleasure we are both experiencing. My mouth finds his as the euphoria increases, and we kiss deeply, my tongue sliding in his mouth. His greets mine, and I suck on it, pretending it's his cock. My arms encircle his neck as I go deeper, deeper...oh god!
He lifts my shirt while I'm still kissing him and gazes at my boobs as I keep up my work. His cock seems to get harder in my pussy as he looks, and before I know it, he has latched his mouth on my right nipple. His hands clutch my hips, and he holds them still as he pounds in and out, in and out. When he releases me, I pick up where he left off and start kissing and nibbling on his neck.
"Man, wish we could make a porn video," I grin as I whisper in his ear, "so we could watch it as we fuck...it would be such a turn-on for me."
Just thinking about it makes my speed increase. Two minutes of this and, to my delight, he suddenly says, "I'm going to cum, baby."
I keep going for a few more seconds just because it's so sexy listening to him say that, but I quickly pull off. Before he do anything, I grab his cock in my mouth and fuck it roughly with my mouth and fingers until he cums inside of it. I swallow as much as I can then release him with a grin.
"You shouldn't have done that," he mutters.
I blink, confused. "Oh, come on. What, didn't you like it?"
"Yeah, but..." he shrugs and pulls out of the parking lot after pulling his jeans back up.
"Well, I liked it," I grin. "It was so fuckin' tasty...I mean, wow...your cock combined with my pussy cum...nothing tastes better...and then your own cum...yum." I lick my lips.
He takes another sip of vodka, and I refrain from the urge to ask if he will be up for another round later.
Realizing my shirt is still bunched up, I shove it down and yank my bra down over my boobs from its spot above them but beneath my shirt. My nipples are still hard, and as I haven't cum yet, I am so eager to have him again...but of course, I'm trying to only push myself on him if he wants it.
Man, I wish I could make him cum all day long, I think wistfully. Shit, I'd love to bathe in his cum...or drink it like it's a soda. Mmm!
Glancing at him, I lick my lips. When he catches me, I remember that I just made him cum and force a laugh. "Just kidding. I know it's too fast for you to be in the mood again." My grin is big and submissive. "Bad girl. Wish we could go to a hotel so I could hog your cock all to myself..."
He wipes the perspiration from his face and drives around for a bit, finally stopping at a nice hotel. As he gets out to check in, I smile inside, glad he didn't mind getting a room. Sure, we can do it in his bed, but in a hotel room, it is less restrained and keeping quiet is not nearly so important. Though, of course, I love having him in his bed...it just sucks to have to nail my lips shut so the rest of the household won't be aware of happenstance. Licking my lips, I remember a particularly sexy time in his bed and find myself anticipating the next time...
But for now, it's a hotel room. My pussy is throbbing lustfully, wishing for his hard-on to be between my legs. Oh, please...
He finally comes out of the main room. I hustle to his side of the truck to unlock it, and once inside, he drives to a spot near our room before killing the engine.
My heart is beating so fast that my head is almost spinning. I watch him take another sip of his vodka before opening his door, carrying the bottle and cup. I open the door much too fast and almost bang my head. What a klutz. A horny little klutz.
Even though he has seen me at worse moments, such as tripping over my own stupid feet (mental note: run more to strengthen stupid legs), I am relieved that he didn't see that stupid debacle.
After locking and shutting the door, I follow him to the room that breathes of clean air. A shiver runs through my spine, and I don't know whether it's from excitement or cold. It's just one of those times where I can't really tell.
I flop on the bed and watch as he turns the TV on before sitting next to me, setting the bottle up on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. Cradling his cup in his hand, he takes another gulp before placing it next to the bottle.
I watch the pictures on the screen move around and yearn to kiss him again, smiling to myself, thinking what a good kisser he is...and how natural it feels to be with him sexually. It doesn't feel weird in the least, and it took me a while to realize how far from abnormal it feels to be with him because I was just going with it...glancing at him, I smile and rub his shoulders.
