Older and younger
Marietta was highly pleased with herself. She hadn't felt this self-pumped since parting with her useless virginity three months ago. Now on the cusp of womanly independence, she determined to take everything in her stride.
Jonas, her middle-aged driving instructor, married with two kids, had just informed her she was ready to take her full driver's licence test. She had nailed heavy traffic and reverse parking today. She would obviously do her test in his driving school vehicle. Still, she would have to get that early Christmas present first car from her parents or Nonna.
Since moving to the big smoke from her country town, the pace of life had quickened, though Marietta felt in complete control. She had secured her first job at a local takeaway and her driver's licence, only a test away. Living with her Nonna in a small second-storey inner city apartment was currently okay. Her gran wasn't too prying; besides, Marietta hadn't had time to flirt or stray in the past two months.
Honestly, she kept testing her cute, girly equipment in the shower and under the sheets, and it's always a pleasurable response. She sighed for Paul, her first and only boyfriend. Left languishing in the bush, jacking off, no doubt in the absence of her sweet coochie, which had really appreciated its first several fucks in the back of his van out by the local weir.
Still, in the present instance, she needed to concentrate, she reminded herself as she entered the one-way suburban lane. Apparently, statistically, accidents caused by inattention and assumed familiarity increase the closer you get to home. This reasonably new Suzuki hatch didn't deserve a ding.
Jonas became occupied on his mobile booking her transport department test as Marietta swung through the narrow apartment block access lane and swung again to park between the pylons in the open undercover car park beneath the block of flats.
"Shit" was all she got out as she hit the brakes and swung slightly to the left, pranging into the concrete pylon with the crunching sound of breaking glass and the bash and bang of a minor collision as the bumper caved in slightly, too, absorbing the sharp, unpleasant low-speed impact. Jonas went forward, but the airbag caught his lurch.
Her airbag caught Marietta full in her face, too, with another very vocal but muffled: "Shit…Shit…Shit," finding its way out of her usually sweet lips.
Nelson, Mr Henderson's ginger tomcat, arched his back, unimpressed and gave a seething hiss as he had been interrupted servicing an unknown pure white, overly heated stray feline. Still, the she vixen gave the full yowl as Nelson's barbed spikes raked her walls on release, but whether he had released in her, by the livid look on the tom: No.
Another, "Oh Shit", and then the tears started as Marietta got out, inspecting the damage.
Jonas eased out his side, too, having a look. He had a slight whip lash twinge in the neck.
"It was Nelson."
"Nelson?" said Jonas.
"The tomcat, over there on the fence, the hissing prick," she got it out between sobs. "I'm so sorry…damn; my licence test", and Marietta burst into streaming tears.
When a girl loses emotional control, guys go into comfort mode. Her driving instructor gently embraced her and gave her a shoulder to cry on. Marietta felt herself pressing into her instructor. She looked up and took in his eyes. He was actually good-looking with deep, sparkly blue eyes. Now his glasses were off.
Jonas had that moment when his wedding band felt tighter on his finger. Still, the constricting tightness in his pants won out as the young woman engaged his mouth in a sensual, explorative kiss. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her mouth was warm. Her young body was sexually operative hot. She was young, lithe, blonde, and well-framed, five foot two.
Jonas lost control now as he fondled Marietta's breasts. He had her positioned against the open driver's side door. Her hands were resting on the wound-down window, her yellow top up and her smallish breasts squeezed out perkily over the top of her lacey flesh-coloured bra. Her jeans were down, and her matching flesh-coloured high-cut panties were exposed, revealing plenty of her rounded young booty.
Jonas knelt and pushed her panties to one side as he explored her wonderfully shaped curved butt flesh closely and sought out the slitty crumpled flesh between her thighs from behind. The touch was instantly and only smooth. Velvety, silky smooth, so smooth, a shaved surprise, but he liked surprises like this. He kissed and licked in circles, probing in, ever in and around her petite pucker hole.
Marietta's arse and thighs quivered. She gave the little shimmers of delight. The quiet 'mmm's' started to surge and then gushed from her mouth as he nuzzled into her butt, face deep and burrowing on a mission like a wombat.
The young woman propped her arse on the driver's seat. Her panties were now entirely removed, and her legs explicitly, receptively spread. The whole sexual exposure; hell no; this was womanly overexposure, and Jonas loved it.
He bent over, licking and lapping at the flapettes of her fem-skin. His tongue on a free-ranging roaming tour; nothing here was off limits, and trespassing in her private area was most welcome.
Marietta writhed deliciously in girly genital gratification.
Jonas passed the point of controlling his cock. Foreplay was over, and his raging, throbbing meat dominated his immediate plans. He had Marietta up at the vehicle door. He wanted direct access to her with no giveaways or u-turns. He desired the expressway direct to her coochie; now.
Marietta had other plans and detoured Jonas easily. His cock firmly in her sight, she licked it from the base of his shaft, up, up to, to the tip, rippling pleasure along the way, taking his cock head in fully, wholly wrapped in her mouth in the sweetest of savoured, sensitive movements, locked in. Cock lipped locked as cock loves to be locked. Marietta's lips were firm in their embrace before she started the suck puck action with her lips on his male head combined with her hand pumping his shaft. The ritualised up, down, up, down. The graspy clasp of male delight which had Jonas' moaning.
This agreeable surge of pleasure played out over two or maybe three delicious, rapturous, wondrous cock loving minutes, but it seemed like forever. Time is stilled when a cock is happy; there is a strange combination of urgency and sedateness because cock pleasure demands pace, yet cock wants the race to endure. Cock's love marathons; the building, the building pleasure; the basking in self-penis awareness and the repeated filaments of sensational delight defining any whole heated sausage, defining life as a male sexual being.
Jonas then seized control. His prick was primed. He turned her young body quickly. One of her legs was raised up and bent through the driver's window, her arse and pussy exposed, her knee resting on the window ledge. Her hands gripping as the pecker traction hit, and her head went sliding through the window as his prick pushed beyond the standard deep, hard and fast into her moist slutty cavity. He was pumping pussy frantically. Jonas' cock strokes were rapid and ball-deep.
Marietta moaned repeatedly.
Even Nelson, still on the fence, was drawn to look at her as he surveyed his surrounding territory, looking for that stray white bitch he hadn't yet finished with.
Jonas has less control than Nelson. He couldn't help himself; 'screw the neighbours, ' he managed to think as he guided Marietta with urgency to the bonnet.
'Opportunities like this probably only come once in a lifetime' flashed through his mind.
Marietta was willing. This was exciting beyond excitement. Paul would never know what he could have done to her. Limits are limits only if limits apply. The young woman's bodily needs and greed were catapulting her into a deep debauchery.
A side of herself she didn't know yet but already really liked. She never expected this much sexual risqué to reside in herself. Yet here she was in the front of the car in a public space, spreading herself so goddamn wide, raising her legs to the sky and her arse sticking to the still-warm bonnet.
Jonas wiped his brow, super impressed by her willingness to try the unexpected. He knew the lass showed a single-minded concentration on the road. Her licence was a certainty at her first test. Still, this side of her expressive self was beautifully unreal, almost surreal.
Jonas had to lick her spread personal featurette. His cock really couldn't wait. Yet it was made to. This moment demanded tongue first, and he splattered saliva over her glistening pinkness and indulged his tongue and her musky pussy in a plush pleasure frenzy. It is wild and uncontrolled.
Marietta repeatedly moaned, the full guttural nearly unladylike: "Oh …Oh… Ah…Oh" and then voiced insistently, "Give me your cock now…right now." An incredible impelling command given her eighteen summers of life.
Jonas delivered cock. It is, after all, what guys do best when pussy pleads for it.
They combined the joy of flesh, the bumping and grinding together, the humping and rutting to encapsulate pleasure; to bask in pleasure and then happily share in pleasure.
Jonas locked his arm under her leg, and Marietta responded to the added deepness as her fingers wandered to tease and assuage her demanding clit. She was nicely out of control, and it is always a male pleasure to see that rapid rapturous revelry in a girl when a woman plunges over the sexual rapids with you and then climaxes effusively.
Marietta wanted his jizz in her mouth. The full, forceful, warm, wild, warped spray. So, she worked Jonas' cock hard and fast in her gob till she felt the stiffening at the point of male no return and extended her twitching twirling tongue which whipped furiously to receive every male droplet.
She watched closely as his cock veins started their throbbing pulsating push to deliver his spasmed happiness that went smattering in splattering splashing dribs and drips across her lips, onto her extended tongue, and finally resting in sticky tacky gluey wads on her soft flushing cheeks.
Marietta's encore was taking his wet dripping cummy cock in her mouth yet again. Now so sensitive after the hard-flowing release, it was still rigid but starting to repose. It was nearly too stimulative, and this was the excessive moment. Still, it's taken, cock always takes, cock always receives, cock wants even when it's just had the sensational.
The young chick knew the secret lust of cock. Yet, she remained highly delicate in her additional impromptu yummy, gummy, sloppy headwork. The finale of fem-appreciation when the sex has been so fucking amazing you just have to give that extra bit.
It was that prick Nelson who intervened and made them both realise what the fuck they had done and where. The Tom was arched on the roof of the hatch. His white-hot pussy companion was back meowing in the corner of the parking spaces. Nelson was hinting to the interlopers to piss off. Anxious for his turn.
As Marietta put her clothes back on, she realised that Nonna was expecting her inside for dinner very soon, and she had her shift at the pizza parlour to get ready for. Jonas was still glazed in vacant male satisfaction mode. The actual prang and his wife were the last thing on his mind. He was still cock happy.
Nelson, too, was quickly thrilled in the parking space corner with his white furry, impassioned companion.