Car Trouble

By B.W. Behling

bwbehling@yahoo.com

(c) Copyright 2003

She was angry at herself. Angry that she'd forgotten something as simple as
checking her spare tire before she'd left on her little adventure. Now she was
stuck, somewhere halfway between York, PA and Baltimore, sitting on the side of
the highway in the dark night with a flat tire, and even flatter spare.
Fortunately she had her cell phone with her, and the people at the auto club
assured her they'd have someone there within the hour, but she was still angry
that she'd been so negligent. True, she'd had her reasons for being distracted
before she had left home, but it rankled her that she was wasting time sitting
here when she could be doing something much, much more enjoyable!

Sitting there in the darkness, the radio softly playing some light jazz, she
thought about why she was here, and where she had been headed before the flat
happened.

It had only been about a month ago when he'd popped back into her life. They'd
been friends, and lovers, for just over a year when he'd broken up with her.
Though she'd known, almost from the start, that friendship, and some amazingly
great sex, was all she'd ever have with him, it had still come as quite a shock.
It was the usual story. He'd found someone else. Someone he thought was "right"
for him and that he could see a future with. A future . . . That had been
something she'd dared to dream of with him, even though he'd told her that he
just didn't "click" that way with her. Yes, they were good friends he'd assured
her. And no, there was nothing wrong with her as a person, or as a lover, but he
just didn't feel that she was the person he was meant to be with. She had no
doubts that he did care for her, though she wondered sometimes if he was just
using her for a sexual play toy, but the man was damned good in bed, and fun to
be around, so such thoughts usually didn't linger for very long. Besides, not
having had any kind of regular lover for so many lonely years, she was going to
complain about having a warm body to hold at night, and a nice hard cock to fill
her poor, neglected pussy with... hardly! Still, as bad as the shock of their
breaking up had been, his announcement that he was moving from Allentown to
Baltimore, to live with his new love, had devastated her. As long as he had
still lived in the same town with her she could hope, and dream, for him to come
back to her. There were even one or two times after they'd broken up, but before
his moving, when she'd shared his bed, and his body, again.

His reason for moving though was beyond reproach. Though his new girlfriend and
he did not have an actual commitment to each other, because she was reluctant
about such things, the news that she had breast cancer and was facing the
prospect of chemotherapy, and a mastectomy, worried him sick. His visits to her
in Baltimore, previously only about once a month, now became weekly, then twice
a week. When her chemotherapy started his visits became almost daily. The poor
man was driving himself to exhaustion, and near bankruptcy, with his traveling,
in addition to his more than full-time job as manager for a local pet store
chain. He'd get to work at 8 in the morning, do all the things a store manager
had to do in a busy day, then hop a bus at 5:30 for the long trip to Baltimore.
He'd arrive there late, sometimes well after midnight but more often around 11.
He would cook and clean for her, talk with her and comfort her, lie for an hour
or two next to her while she slept fitfully, then catch a 4:00 o'clock bus back
to Allentown, usually going straight to work when he got here. Then at 5:30 he'd
do it all over again. He was an extraordinary man, in heart, mind and soul and
she wanted more than anything to have such kindness and devotion for herself
instead, and immediately felt guilty for such a selfish thought. Like it or not,
his new girlfriend needed him far more than she did, and what he was doing was
definitely the right thing to do. Indeed, knowing the kind of man he was, she
would not have expected otherwise of him.

In her heart she knew it was coming, and as the time for his girlfriend's
surgery grew close he announced he was moving to Baltimore to care for her. They
shared a final night together before he left, and she took with her the next
morning some precious photos of him, even a few naughty ones that would serve
her fantasies well in the coming months. When they said their goodbyes her heart
was almost breaking, and she could see the sadness deep in his green eyes, and
then he was gone.

In the months that followed she'd tried to stay in touch with him via e-mail,
but at the same time she didn't want to intrude on his new life. For his part,
he was very wrapped up in caring for his new love, and settling into a new town,
to the point where she hardly ever heard from him anymore. The Christmas
holidays had come and gone soon after he moved, and what should have been a
happy season for her was instead lonely and empty without him. With nothing left
but memories of him, her collection of photos of him sprawled naked, and very
hard, across his bed on their last night together, and the little ginger kitten,
now a grown cat, that he'd surprised her with one day, she got on with her life.

Months passed, then a year. She still thought of him often, but seldom heard
from him. Then, one day out of the blue, he was there, online in her instant
messenger program. They began chatting again, and exchanged a few e-mails. It
had not been a good year for him. His girlfriend had had a very successful
surgery, and her chemotherapy days were behind her now. She was well on her way
to a full recovery and had even started working again.

He, however, was not doing as well. The promised job he'd counted on when he
moved to Baltimore never materialized. Long months of unemployment bled his
finances to nothing. In desperation he started a handyman service, having always
been very good at such things, and started getting his feet under him again. But
strain of it all had taken its toll on him, and on his relationship with his
girlfriend. They had started arguing over little things, each under stresses
that weighed them down remorselessly. Within 3 months they had stopped making
love, within 4 they were sleeping in different beds.

One year to the day from when he'd given up everything in his life to care for
her he moved out to a rented room.

The final blow came when in the midst of moving his things to his new place she
grew so impatient to have him out that she showed up on his doorstep with a
pickup truck full of the last of his things, and with a new boyfriend she'd
secretly been seeing behind the wheel. Their final scene together wasn't very
pretty. For one of the truly rare times in his life he lost his temper. He had
told her to just drop the stuff and go, that he never wanted to see or hear from
her again. She protested that she still wanted to be his friend, that she still
cared for him, though she wasn't, and couldn't ever be, in love with him, they
were too different. She did not know, that he knew the man in the truck was her
new boyfriend. She'd introduced him more than a year before, before he'd even
moved to Baltimore, as an old friend. She didn't know that mutual friends of
theirs had been calling him for weeks, outraged and aghast at what she was
doing, and how she was treating him. They'd reported on her dates with the man
in the truck, their cozy dinners in restaurants, a weekend trip together to her
beach house - when she'd claimed to be at a conference in another state - and
the long days they were spending at his place, when she'd said she was working.
He didn't need to be told though. He'd seen all the signs, realized what they
meant. When you live with someone, share a life and a bed with them, you don't
need to be told that the secret smile on her face, the way she carried herself,
the little sighs, were the telltales of a woman recently sexually satisfied. You
know them all, because you've seen them so many times before, when you were
their source. So he ignored her protests, and repeated again that he was done
with her, completely and utterly done, that he wanted never to see her again.
Eventually, angry, she got in her car and drove off behind her "friend's" truck,
and he finally let his tears flow as he carried his things in out of the rain.

His story had shocked her. After what he had done for that woman! How, how could
anyone treat someone like him that way? Ever the friend, she continued to
exchange more and more messages with him. It was, in a way, like old times. They
had even had a few sexy chats online, and exchanged some very stimulating
e-mails. Though she now had a glimmer of hope he might come back to her, she
dared not push too hard in that area. After what he'd been through he needed
time to heal before he'd ever consider making such a commitment to anyone ever
again. He might never be ready for that again, for all she knew, but she knew
that while she might not be able to interest him in love, she could definitely
tease him out with the one thing he couldn't resist... sex! Whatever else may
have been driven from his heart and mind that woman, sex would never be. He was
far, far too much a man for that to happen. So she teased him with sexy
suggestions, both subtle and more overt. Before long they were into some very
graphic, and very stimulating, conversations indeed! She'd heard the old saying
about the way to man's heart being through his stomach, but not this man. Oh no,
the way to this mans heart was a little lower than that, and she was determined
to give it her best shot.

One of his favorite things had always been oral sex, but that was an area she
herself didn't have much experience with. In the past she'd gone down on him a
few times, but never to completion. Indeed, she'd never done that with any man
in her entire life, and wasn't quite sure how'd she react to it when it
happened. However, she knew that if she could master that skill, if she could
tempt him into her bed and wrap her soft lips around that gorgeous cock of his
and suck him like he'd never been sucked before, she'd have him where she wanted
him.

So, she carefully steered a few of their conversations in that direction when
she could. She made it plain that she wanted to swallow him, not just his cock,
but his cum as well. He was doubtful at first, she could sense it. He'd never
cum in her mouth all the times they were together, always holding back she
suspected because he knew she had no experience in that and didn't want to risk
a negative reaction on her part. It made sense of course, what man would enjoy a
woman gagging on his cum and getting sick in the middle of a blowjob? But he was
nothing if he wasn't a careful and considerate lover. He'd taken his time with
her, at first giving her just a little taste of her own juices from his fingers,
then other times later on, encouraging her to lick and suck his hard cock after
he'd had it deep inside her. The taste didn't bother her at all, in fact,
sucking her own juices off his big dick after he'd thoroughly and completely
screwed her silly had become a regular part of their romps. She especially loved
it when he went down on her, licking her lips, darting his tongue inside of her,
caressing her swollen clit with it in ways that drove her wild. Afterwards she
knew she'd get a face full of her own wetness when he kissed her, his full
mustache just dripping from her very satisfied pussy.

There eventually came a time when she finally did get to taste his cum. They'd
been going at it with wild abandon for most of an afternoon, and she'd already
cum herself more times than she could count, but he hadn't yet. She'd even
sucked him for quite awhile, secretly hoping he'd cum in her mouth, but also
worried what it would be like. Still, she enjoyed sucking him no matter what,
and if he did cum in her mouth she was confident she'd be able to handle it, and
probably enjoy it immensely. As she went down on him, her mouth and lips and
tongue sliding and slithering all over that sexy prick of his, she could sense
he was getting pretty close to orgasm. Suddenly she saw in his eyes that he knew
it too, and at the same time realized she was starting to taste something she'd
never, ever tasted before. He wasn't quite cumming in her mouth so much as
"leaking" a little bit. So this was the "pre-cum" she'd heard about! She knew,
from things she'd read and discussed with her girlfriends, that just before a
man ejaculates a few drops of it would leak out of him, to sort of "prepare the
way" for the rest that was to follow. Up until now she'd never experienced this
phenomenon before. Oh she knew she certainly must have, after all, how many
times had he actually cum in her hungry pussy? But that was her pussy, and
sensitive as it was when he was busy filling it with that excellent cock of his,
it wasn't anywhere near sensitive enough to feel this gentle dribble. His
regular gushing spurts of hot man juice, yeah, she'd felt those down there,
splashing and bursting against her cervix and pussy walls, but this was very
different! She was just trying to make up her mind if she liked the taste or
not, it really was kind of different, but not in a bad way, when suddenly she
found herself being flipped on her back and his dick that she'd been sucking was
sliding deep inside her. She watched his face as he came inside her, reaching
his climax in just a few smooth strokes. She loved watching him as he came in
her, loved watching his expressions of utter bliss as she felt his balls release
their hot load. If anything it made her even hornier, and she usually came again
herself!

As usual, his ejaculation filled her to the brim, and she could feel the heat of
it as it seeped past his still hard cock and trickled down between her lips and
the crack of her ass, to puddle underneath her. Panting and gasping in the
aftermath he collapsed down upon her, still supported upon his elbows so as not
to crush her, but a nice weight against her skin, her breasts and her hard
nipples. Her legs were still wrapped around him, holding him inside her, his
cock softly twitching in the afterglow as he nuzzled her neck. Rolling on his
back he pulled her with him, so that she was now astride him, his cock slowly
starting to shrink, but still firmly lodged in her now gushing pussy. She felt
her clit pressed hard against his pubic bone, and she wriggled a little to get
it in just the right position for maximum effect, then started grinding against
him. He grinned up at her while she did this, and brought his head up to lick
and suck at her tender nipples the way she loved. But, inevitably, his hard
working cock shrank to the point where it couldn't stay inside her any longer,
and as she felt it just about to slide out she giggled a little, and it popped
out amidst another gush of their mingled lust. With reckless abandon she decided
she'd waited long enough for a taste of his cum, and slowly worked her way down
his body. Their mutual wetness left a trail on her body, from her pussy, up
through her pubic hair, over her belly and between her breasts where she paused
for a moment. A semi-soft, wet cock, slowly getting cold, isn't exactly the most
wonderful thing to have between your tits, but she enjoyed the sensation just
the same, especially from knowing that the reason behind his semi-limp condition
was because they'd just fucked each others brains out for over two hours!

Determined to reach her goal though, she didn't pause for very long, and when
she at last found him with her mouth she couldn't help smiling with
satisfaction. He had a grin on his face as well, and his eyes danced with
amusement as she slurped him into her mouth. She could sometimes take almost his
entire length, and width too, in her mouth when he was hard, but this was one of
the few times she had taken all of him. It felt nice to have him in her mouth,
even soft, and she delighted at how wet her face was getting from where their
mutual cum had soaked his pubic thatch. And thinking about all that lovely juice
focused her mind back on the task at hand, or mouth, to see what his cum really
tasted like. It wasn't bad really, kind of salty, kind of sweet, a little slimy,
but pretty good in fact. Of course, it had been diluted quite a bit from her own
juices, the man got her so fucking hot and wet anyway that it was like she'd
peed herself at times, but she could taste his distinctive taste mixed in with
her own. She greedily licked his entire cock, and his dangling balls, clean of
every last drop, then climbed back up to snuggle beside him. Warm against his
side she drifted off to sleep, knowing that one of these days she was going to
have the fun of taking his full, undiluted load in her ready mouth, and love it!

With a start her mind suddenly snapped back from the memory that been
entertaining her so well. And "well" was the perfect word for it, because the
memory of that afternoon had gotten her so aroused that her pussy was now
pouring forth a veritable torrent! Squirming a little in her seat she could feel
the hot, squishy feel of her lips sliding against each other, slick with her
wetness. Her clit was a throbbing knob of sensitivity high up between them.
Pressing her legs tightly together and wiggling a little she could just about
get her lips to slide around and massage that tender nubbin, but not quite hard
enough. Realizing that she was so aroused, so freaking horny that if she didn't
cum soon she'd scream, she looked out her window at the occasional car passing
by and figured, what the heck... Reaching down she undid the top button on her
slacks, then eased the zipper down as far as it would go. Not quite believing
she was actually going to sit here and masturbate, in her car parked on the
shoulder of a major highway, but too horny and wet not too, she let her hand
slip down into her pants. Her fingers probed downward, on the outside of her
panties, over the crushed bush of her pubic hairs and down to her crotch. As she
suspected, she was soaked, and her panties were so wet she could probably take
them off and wring them out. Nervously, glancing out her windows every now and
then to check traffic, she started rubbing herself. It felt so good having her
hand down there, rubbing her lips through the soaking fabric, but it still
wasn't quite enough. Pulling her hand back up and slipping it down inside the
waist of her panties she scooted herself forward on the seat as far as it would
go. Now, with her legs spread wide as the car would allow, and with the better
angle scooting down had made, she could at last reach her lips. Without a
moments hesitation she used her fingers and parted them, first the outer, then
the inner, and just let her fingertips barely graze over her clitoris. The
effect was immediate and powerful. It was almost as if an electric current was
passing through her. As soon as her fingertip had made contact with her clit she
had a very sharp and powerful orgasm, but even that wasn't enough for her in her
frenzied state. Plunging further she let first one, then two, and finally three
fingers slip between her lips and deep inside her hot cunt. It was incredible!
Working her fingers in and out she let herself get closer to another massive
orgasm, while at the same time her other hand rose up to squeeze her tits and
nipples through her thin blouse and bra. Shuddering with a second magnificent
climax she plunged both hands between her parted thighs, one pumping its fingers
into her like the cock she craved, the other massaging on and around her swollen
clit. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure enveloped her as she sat in the warm
darkness of her car. One orgasm after another rolled over and through her, until
she could no longer tell where one ended and the next began. She came so hard
and so fast it was dizzying, the lights of cars passing by in the night became
like a strobe light, and still she rubbed and massaged herself. Strobe light?
With a gasp of shock she realized that there really was a strobe light flashing!
A quick look in her rearview mirror panicked her. The auto club truck was here,
and the mechanic was already out and walking towards her car! She couldn't let
him see her like this! Swiftly she pulled her hands from her panties, then
fought another wave of panic as her slick, pussy soaked fingers couldn't stay on
the tiny zipper tab to zip herself up! Thinking franticly she grabbed the first
thing that came to hand and wiped her fingers dry on the hood of the sweatshirt
she'd removed and put on the passenger seat. At last she was able to zip up and
button her pants, just as the mechanic reached her door and tapped on her
window! Blushing like a virgin bride she slid down the window and faced the man
outside. He'd evidently already been talking before she opened the window, and
all she caught was a few words about having her ready to go in a jiffy as he
bent down to inspect the flat rear tire. She started to get out of the car to
see what he was doing, but he waved her back inside. It was too dark out to
really see much of him, and the traffic whizzing by made it hard to hear, but
she could see the tire, and the nail that he pulled out of it with some tool he
had in his hand. The wind that had picked up a little whipped away most of what
he said, but she did catch something about "plugging it" and "putting air in the
spare" for her. She watched as he rolled her spare back towards his van, still a
bit breathless and disconcerted from the sexual frenzy that had been consuming
her such a short time before. She was actually glad he'd told her to stay in the
car. Her olive twill pants were soaked completely through the crotch, and she
knew if she had gotten out, in the glare of his strobes and headlights it would
have looked like she'd pissed her pants, and she damn near had when he had
pulled up! Oddly, even after all that cumming, and the sudden shock of his
arrival, she was still horny as hell, and thought seriously about staying here a
little longer after he finished to do a little finishing of her own. Still
daydreaming a bit about her former lover, and sucking that cock of his until he
exploded, she watched as the mechanic came back to the car, this time dragging
an air hose behind him and rolling her re-inflated spare with his other hand.
With a heave he lifted the spare back into the trunk and bent to fasten it down.
For some strange reason there was something nagging her about him, but she
couldn't quite put her finger on it. He almost seemed... familiar. Now kneeling
by the side of the flat, with his back towards her, he quickly inserted a plug
into her wounded tire and started filling it with air from the hose. Swiftly the
car lifted as the tire resumed its proper shape. The mechanic turned and gave
her a quick thumbs up, then went back to his van, dragging the hose with him. A
few moments later he was back at her window with his clipboard. She noticed he
was a pretty tall guy, so tall she couldn't see much past his chest as he handed
the clipboard to her to sign. Tearing off her copy, he tucked the clipboard
under his arm and headed back to his van, but motioned to her she should wait
until he pulled out before she left. Little did he suspect, she thought, that
she had no intention of going anywhere for at least the next 15 or 20 minutes.
Not until she did a better job of quenching the fires still raging in her very
wet pants! As he reached the van she suddenly noticed two things at the same
time. First, he wasn't alone in the van. There was already someone behind the
wheel, talking on a radio microphone. Secondly, as the mechanic reached up to
hand his partner the clipboard she got a good look at him from behind in the
passing glare of some headlights. He was tall, as she had previously noticed,
and slender too, and the tight jeans he wore really accented his rather nicely
shaped ass. Thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts, and anxious to get back to
what she'd been doing when they had driven up, she watched as he turned and
started walking back towards her car again, this time to the passenger side.
"What now?" she wondered, as he reached for the door handle. Opening the door he
started to climb in, making her a tiny bit nervous, but first he reached down
and picked up the sweatshirt on the seat. "Oh no, I hope he doesn't smell me on
that!" she thought as he climbed in.

"So, Arlene, what the heck are you doing out here so far from home?"

"Bernie?" she almost shrieked. "What are you doing here?"

With a huge grin on his face, and a twinkle in his eyes, he answered, "The guy
in the van is the night man at a service station near my house. I hang out with
him sometimes and swap the breeze. You know I used to manage a service station
of my own, right? Well, anyway, I was there tonight when the call came in from
the auto club, and when I saw him write down your name I couldn't believe it.
Your name isn't very common, so I was sure it was you. I told him I knew you,
and asked if I could tag along and handle the repair to surprise you."

"Well, you sure did surprise me! But the surprise was supposed to be yours! When
you told me in your e-mail last night that you had the next day off, and no
plans for anything, and seeing as I had the day off too, I thought I'd surprise
you with a visit!"

Just then, with a toot of his horn, the service van pulled out and sped away
into the night, leaving them in darkness once more.

"Well, it is nice to see you again, that's for sure, but tell me... Is that
smell I smell what I think it is?" he asked with a mischievous look.

Flustered she answered, "Umm, well, ah... yeah, it is..." Blushing furiously she
continued, "I was, ah... sitting here waiting, and thinking about a certain
other surprise I was going to give you, and then started remembering one
afternoon we spent in bed and... Well, I just couldn't help myself! I get so
turned on thinking about you I soaked right through my panties and my slacks! I
was, ah... relieving myself when you pulled up in fact. Actually, I wasn't quite
finished either, and I'm still dripping. Here, feel for yourself!" With that she
grabbed his hand, spread her thighs wide and plunged it between them, directly
to the wettest, hottest part of her. Moaning with pleasure at having his hand
there again after all these months she gripped it hard with her thighs.

"Oh my! You are dripping, aren't you?" he laughed, relaxing back a little in his
seat.

Softly at first, but then a little harder he started rubbing her cunt through
the fabric of her slacks and panties. It felt good, oh so good, but she was
watching the growing bulge in the front of his pants as he worked his magic on
her.

"So..." he asked, "What was this other surprise you mentioned? Not that I don't
like this one..." as he gave her clit an extra hard rub that almost sent her
over the edge.

"Well, if you like this one, you're gonna just love this one!" And with that she
turned in her seat a bit to face him, reached over and undid his belt and
zipper. Tugging down furiously at his waistband she soon had his pants and
underwear down around his knees. His cock was just as she remembered it, long
and as big around as her wrist, gleaming in the faint light from the dash.
Without a second's hesitation she pounced upon it, sliding her hungry mouth down
over it, feeling it stretch her jaws wide, until she had as much in her mouth as
she could handle from that angle, which was almost, but not quite, the whole
thing.

"Ah, Arlene! Do you have any idea how good that feels? It's been far, far too
long!" Moaning with pleasure he slid down in the seat, and reclined the seat
back until he was actually lying down. Now, with the better angle, she was able
to cram the last inch or two of his now throbbing cock down her throat like a
veteran sword swallower! She'd amazed herself, taking him in that deep, but his
hand was still busy rubbing her tortured pussy, now inside her panties, two
fingers deep in her cunt massaging her G-spot, and she wanted all of him in her.
Cupping his balls with her hand she started working him in and out of her mouth,
using her other hand to stroke his hard shaft each time she lifted up. The
feeling was intense! The head of him would go so deep she thought she'd gag,
then suck him in deeper still until she passed that point. His width, always
formidable, now stretched her lips taut, much the same way it had so often
stretched her pussy lips taut, and the thought of that, along with his
successful search for her G-spot, pushed her right over the edge. It was all she
could do not to bite him as she started to orgasm, but she took him deeper into
her mouth than ever before. She could actually feel his balls against her chin
and lips as she continued to suck him off. And sucking him off was exactly her
intent, because she was not letting him out of her mouth until she had tasted,
savored and swallowed every last drop of cum his balls could produce for her!
And judging by the taste of pre-cum she just got, that moment was almost here!

"Oh gawd... Arlene.... I'm gonna cum... Oh jeez, oh Arlene... Oh, I'm going to
cum.... uhhhh.... oh, here I cum... uuuhh... right in your mouth...
Oooooohhhhhh..." and with a searing hot jet of pure lust that's exactly what he
started doing!

Part of her mind seemed to detach itself from her, marvelling at the fact that
here she was, with Bernie's hot, hard cock stuffed down her throat, and that
spurt after luscious spurt of his sweet cum was flooding her mouth, her throat
and starting to cover her lips! Another part of her mind told her that with this
much cum she'd never hold it all, and his now huge seeming cock, in her tiny
mouth, and she better start swallowing fast or she'd drown! With unrivaled glee
she started swallowing, gulping what seemed like an endless supply of his semen.
She felt herself orgasming over and over again, simply from the feel and sheer
pleasure of that hot fluid splashing the roof of her mouth, jetting against her
tongue, and sliding down her greedy throat. For his part Bernie had one hand
jammed between her cunt lips, his fingers spearing into her, while his other
hand gently rested on the nape of her neck, encouraging, but not forcing her to
keep sucking his still spewing dick. At last, after what seemed like and endless
time, but what was probably only a minute at most, the spurts got less intense,
and finally stopped altogether, though his magnificent cock still throbbed and
twitched deep in her mouth. She held it there, long after the throbbing stopped,
long after it started to soften, lick it, sucking it, drawing out every last
morsel of his sperm. His gasping breath subsided gradually, his hand in her
pussy relaxed to simple stroking of her lips. When she finally lifted her head,
and let her still sucking mouth slip off the head of his delicious tool he
trembled a bit.

"My God Arlene! Where on earth did you ever learn to suck cock like that?? That
was, by far, the best blowjob I have ever had! Who have you been practicing on?
And should I be jealous, or extremely thankful?"

She laughed joyfully, the taste of him still savored on her tongue, "You may not
believe it, but I haven't practiced on anyone. What I have been doing is
watching every single porn movie I could find, and taking notes about how those
women do it so well. And I have been practicing a bit, but not on any guy, on
anything and everything in the house that reminded me of this..." as she gave
his now limp dick a little squeeze and jiggle.

"Well, you sure taught yourself perfection, I'll say that! Wow, that was
incredible! But tell me, now that you've given me you other little surprise,
what's next?"

"Next? That's easy..." she answered with a huge grin. "Next we go back to your
place and we spend the next 24 hours sucking and fucking each other silly until
we either pass out, or can't cum anymore. And I fully intend on getting at least
two more tastes of that sweet cum of yours before I leave, so I hope you've got
plenty saved up for me!"

As she started the car and pulled out on the highway towards his place she could
see him looking at her in amazement, but she also saw the grin he had from
ear-to-ear. Maybe she might never get him to walk down the aisle, but he was
going to have to crawl out of her bed if she had any say in the matter!

The End