His Sorority Harem: The Complete Collection, page 4
“That’s a lot of tools,” he said, as they walked back around the car.
“I like to fool about,” she said, “with cars.”
“I thought you didn't know much about cars?” he asked, kneeling beside the tyre and beginning to apply the foam.
“Well,” she said, waving her hand dismissively in the air, “I mean, I could have done it myself, but I didn’t want to risk getting all dirty.”
“You have somewhere to be?” he asked as he filled the hole.
“Not right now,” she said, once again taking her place and watching him, “but you never know.”
“Tell me about it,” he said, examining the damage. “Right,” he said, “I think that’s solid. Now we just need to pump it up. I just need –”
“Here,” she said, holding out a rectangular device with a couple of wires that Noah instantly recognised.
Of course, she had a pump as well.
“Thanks,” he said, “could you plug it in for me, please?”
“With pleasure,” she said, and got into the car. “Here.” She held out her hand, and he handed her the end to plug into the car.
“This might be a bit noisy,” he said, attaching the other end to the tyre and switching it on. The device roared to life, whirring far more loudly than such a small device had any right to be, the sound seeming to be amplified by the relative silence of the space.
“Woo!” shouted Mizuki as she threw her hands into the air, as if she were in a fairground ride going a hundred miles per hour, rather than a stationary convertible with a tyre slowly but steadily rising.
Noah continued to crouch by the tyre, watching the blue LED screen count upwards, waiting for the inevitable BEEP which indicated the tyre was fully inflated. Once he heard it, he snapped the end from the tyre, which gave the slightest of hisses and began to connect the screw to the valve.
“How’s it going?” asked Mizuki, as she leaned over the side of the car, her exposed cleavage inches away from his face.
“Good,” he said, as he fastened the valve cap. “I think we’re all done here. Could you hand me the wire, please?”
“Sure,” she said brightly, bouncing back into the car, and flopping the wire over the side of the door.
“Thanks,” he said, as he wound the wire around the device.
“So,” she said, as she stepped out of the car, one bare leg after the other, then adjusted her short skirt, “are we good to go?”
“Absolutely,” he said, as he stood up. “Thank you for your assistance.”
“Always happy to help,” she said, taking the pump from him, but not moving, her eyes locked on his. For a moment, he half expected her to throw the pump over her shoulder and make her move, throwing her arms around his neck as she kissed him. But instead, she simply smiled and sauntered over to the trunk.
“Don’t forget this,” he said, picking up the foam and following her to the back of the car.
“Thank you,” said, “you never know when you’ll need to fill a hole in an emergency.” She took the item and placed both of them back in the trunk, slamming it closed with a satisfying thud. Then she walked around him, stroking his cheek with a careless finger and went back to the driver’s side door.
“There is just one other thing,” she said, leaning back against the door. “The matter of your payment.”
“Your thanks is payment enough. I’m always happy to help a damsel in distress.”
“I didn’t say ‘thanks’,” she said, “And I’m certainly no damsel. At least, not in this dress.” She lifted the sides of her skirt up, flashing her thighs, then let them drop back. She pressed herself up from the car door and stepped towards him. “Did I mention I love to watch a man get his hands dirty?” she asked, resting her hands against his chest. “Really dirty?”
She slid a hand down his body and cupped his crotch, standing up on her toes to kiss him. She moaned into his mouth, and as his cock hardened in her hand, then yelped as he slid a hand under her skirt and cupped her ass.
He pressed her back into the car door. She moaned as she made contact with the car; his hand pressed between the cool metal of the cherry-red door and the warm flesh of her ass. She gasped as he slid his hand down further, his fingers brushing along the edges of her matching panties.
She wrapped a leg around one of his and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his head down, closer to her level. Her sweet tongue, tinged with the taste of cherries, slid into his mouth. She rocked gently against his fingers as they slid over her panties, and he began to stroke her, the dampness of her panties increasing beneath his touch. She broke off the kiss and moaned into the night sky, breathing heavily as his fingers continued to move between her legs, then pushed forward, kissing him hard again, guiding him, their bodies twisting, then she pushed him into the side of the bonnet, pressing into him until he was on his back. She climbed up onto him, straddling him, her skirt rising up her thighs, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily. He watched, his hands finding the backs of her thighs, his fingers desperate for the warmth between her legs, as she reached into her top and, from her low-cut top, eased out one of her magnificent breasts. She smiled, watching his reaction as she repeated the motion, leaving both breasts, with their dark nipples, exposed to the night air.
He wanted to cup them, to kiss them, to suck on her nipples, but instead he watched as she cupped them, lifting them, kissing one and then the other, her tongue teasing one nipple and then the other. Then she let them hang, their weight defying gravity in their majesty, her wet nipples hardening in the cool night air. Then she leaned in and pressed one to his mouth.
“That’s it,” she moaned as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at it, his tongue moving in small circles around it, as he felt the softness of her warm, juicy breast pressing against his face. She let out another moan as he took her other breast in his hand, caressing it with his palm as his fingers searched out her other nipple, then rolled the wet bud between his thumb and forefinger.
She rocked on top of him, one hand running through his hair, stroking it as he sucked at her, whilst the other slid between them, rubbing him through his trousers, her hand grabbing his hard cock through the thick material.
But it wasn’t enough.
She cried as she tried to slip her nipple from his mouth, his lips pinching at it, refusing to let it go at first, his tongue still teasing her, until he finally freed her.
“So greedy,” she said, both hands on her breasts now, kneading them, twisting her nipples as she sat above him. “I’m in half a mind to send you on your way.”
“And the other half?”
She smiled and slid off the car. She rested her breasts on his legs and ran her hands from them up his trousers, unbuckling his belt and undoing his flies. He wriggled on top of the car as they worked to pull them down.
“Careful,” she said, “you don’t want to scratch the paint.”
“Perish the thought,” he said, wincing as his ass touched the cool metal.
“Mmm,” she sighed, pulling his trousers down to his ankles and running her hands up his bare legs. She leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, causing it to twitch, her soft breasts rubbing against his thighs. She let out a stream of spittle, letting it coat his cock before chasing it down with her lips, sliding them down his shaft as her tits pressed into his legs.
Noah moaned as she began sucking him off, her lips sliding slowly up and down his shaft, the weight of her breasts steady on his thighs. He looked down at her and saw her looking up at him, her head bobbing up and down as she took him further and further into her throat. He groaned and leaned his head back as she suddenly pressed down, pushing him into the back of her throat, her head bobbing rapidly up and down as she slid her lips over that last inch, rubbing the tip of his cock against her contracting throat muscles each time.
“Oh God,” he moaned, as she held him in the back of her throat, letting her saliva coat his cock, then gasped, as Mizuki did, as she let him fall out of her mouth.
He looked down at her, smiling sweetly between his legs, her big tits squeezed between her arms as she did so. Then she relaxed her arms and leaned forward, pressing his cock in between her tits and pressing them together with her hands.
“Guys always want to fuck my tits,” she said, as she began slowly moving them up and down, sliding along his slick cock with ease, “they want to feel my big, soft breasts as I rub them against their cock, but I never let them. But you’ve earned it.”
She smiled and began to move faster. Noah moaned as she worked his cock with her tits, her juicy breasts bouncing on his thighs as she moved faster, her breathing getting heavier as she kept going. They were so warm and soft against his cock, and her saliva helped ease his cock between them, creating a soft fapping sound as she moved.
He felt the pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his cock, knowing it was mixing with her saliva and spreading across her breasts. He took a deep breath as he controlled himself, as images of cumming over her magnificent tits filled his mind, of letting go and unloading all over her body, listening to her moans of pleasure as he gushed like a fountain over her, coating her chin and her neck and her chest with his seed, listening as she begged for more, her tits still furiously milking his cock, as his cum dripped down her body.
He pushed himself up and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up onto the car.
“What are you doing?” she asked as his cock fell from between her tits. “Don’t you like it?”
“I love it,” he said, as she straddled him, “way too much.”
“Really?” she asked, as she began rocking on top of him, her warm panties rubbing against his throbbing cock.
“Really,” he said, admiring her shining wet chest in the moonlight. Fuck, he would love to spill his seed over her, but right now, he had other plans. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, then gasped in surprise as he rolled her over onto her back and began kissing lower, moving down the car.
“Where are you going?” she asked, as he kissed over her tits, his tongue flicking over her hard nipples, then down, hoisting up her red shirt so it looked like a red scarf tied beneath her breasts, and kissed her flat stomach.
“Just a little body work,” he said, “before I give her some fine-tuning.”
Noah didn’t know shit about cars and was sure these were the wrong terms, but Mizuki didn’t seem to give a fuck. This dainty, big-titted sorority sister was a petrol head, and any car references really seemed to get her engine revving. Or maybe that was his hands stroking her bare thighs, as his lips moved further down her body.
He kept moving down, dropping between her legs and nuzzling his face beneath her skirt.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, as his face brushed against her inner thigh, his hot breath on her wet panties. He moved in and kissed the edges of the fabric, feeling her heat on them, smelling her desire, teasing her as his hands slid up under her skirt. She cried out as he kissed the wet fabric, then growled as he began to suck at her through her panties, tasting her desire.
“Please,” she begged, “you can’t tease me like this.”
But he could, and he did.
He stroked and kissed and licked at every spot between her legs, causing her to shudder and spasm and moan and beg for more, but he waited, waited until her panties were a deep, dark crimson, until they were dripping wet with her need for him. Then he slid two fingers between them and gently peeled them from her.
“Please,” she gasped, “I need it now.”
He pulled her cherry-red panties to the side and slowly ran his tongue up her.
She cried out, back arching as he tasted her fully, his flat tongue sliding between her swollen lips, parting them as he lapped up her desire, tasting not like cherry, but like a woman ready to explode.
He licked at her faster, devouring her, the heat of her passion spreading across his face as he knelt between her legs. Her whole body shuddered as he slid his tongue deep inside her entrance, his tongue teasing her pink insides, his nose rubbing against her clit.
Then he lapped up her, his tongue easing between her lips and flicking over her clit. She cried out at this sudden sensation, her hand gripping the back of his hair, as he continued to work beneath her skirt.
She rocked herself against him, moaning into the night air as he took her clit in his mouth, sucking at her swollen cherry, tasting her juices, his nose buried in a neat patch of pubic hair. He kept going, licking and sucking at her as she writhed on top of the cherry-red convertible, the suspension bouncing slightly under her movements.
She wrapped her legs around him, her slip-on shoes lost sometime during all of this, her bare feet rubbing against his t-shirt, pulling him closer to her. He increased the pressure on her clit, sending spasms through her body and yelps into the air.
“Just like that,” she moaned, “just like that!”
He kept going, feeling her body shaking, her desire rising to almost unbearable levels, her breathing getting heavy as she rocked more forcefully on the car bonnet, gripping his hair as she ground her hips into his face as he worked beneath her skirt.
“Yes,” she cried, “oh yes, just like that – don’t stop – please – please – I’m so – oh God – I’m so close – just a little more – just a little – oh yes, oh yes – oh, yes yes yes! Aahhh!”
She thrust her hips up, forcing her clit deeper into his mouth, the car suspension rocking wildly as she bounced on top of the bonnet, moaning and begging for more as she came.
“Oh fuck – don’t – stop – oh my goooood!”
He felt the wetness increasing on his face and kept sucking at her clit, holding her steady before she bounced off the bonnet, sucking and licking her throbbing cherry as her flavour exploded over his face.
“Oh god – oh god – I never – fuck!”
He kept going, driving her orgasm as hard as he could, until she went limp on top of the car, her legs loosening around him, her ass lowering to the bonnet, her grip in his hair easing. He let her cherry slip from his lips and gave one final lick before he let her panties go and moved out from under her skirt.
She was shivering on the bonnet, her hands gripping her breasts, her fingers buried deep in the flesh. Her eyes were closed and her face was covered in sweat. He climbed up onto the bonnet, his hard cock pressing against her wet slit and kissed her.
She moaned passionately, one hand on his face as her tongue explored his mouth, lapping at her own desire, moaning as she tasted her own sweetness on his lips.
“How was that for a tune-up?”
“Perfect,” she said, breathlessly, her pale cheeks flushed, “she runs like a dream.”
“I noticed,” he said, smiling.
“But,” she said, reaching down between them with both hands and taking hold of his cock with one, “you haven’t taken her for a test ride yet. How can you know how good a ride she is, if you’ve never driven her for yourself?”
She pulled her panties to the side with the other hand, and they both moaned as she guided the tip of his cock into her entrance, her heat and wetness enveloping the sensitive tip. He reached down and took hold of her wrists.
“How can I tell how good a ride she is,” he said, “if I’ve never driven her for myself?”
She wriggled underneath him and let go of his cock and her panties. He smiled as he felt the wet fabric against the side of his cock, and guided her hands from between them and pinned them to the bonnet.
She gasped as he pressed himself deeper into her, working his way slowly in and out of her tight body, feeling the curves and details of her insides.
She was so tight and so wet, and he groaned as he felt her body accommodating him, stretching out to take his big cock. She squealed as he pressed himself fully inside of her.
“That feels so deep,” she said, “you feel so big inside of me.”
He slid all the way out, leaving just the tip, then slid back in, his cock twitching as her pussy gripped him and her moans echoed in the night air.
He moved faster, fucking her rhythmically as she lay on the bonnet, the car bouncing softly on its suspension, rocking both of them, as if encouraging them to go on. He moved faster, and she moaned with pleasure.
“More,” she begged, panting heavily, her big tits bouncing with each thrust of his powerful cock as he drove her harder. “More, please.”
She shrieked as he let go of her wrists and dropped his feet to the ground. He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her ass up as he fucked her, her skirt flapping up over her stomach, her wet slit shining in the moonlight.
“Just like that… Just like that…”
He fucked her harder, watching as her hands sought out her body, grabbing her breasts, playing with her nipples, twisting them hard as she took his full length inside of her. He watched as one hand slid up her body and she slid two fingers into her mouth, sucking them with as much enthusiasm and expertise as she had been sucking his cock just minutes ago.
When she slid them out, they were slick and wet, just as his cock had been, perfectly coated with her saliva. He watched as she reached down over her pull-up skirt and her slick fingers found her clit. She cried out as she began fingering herself, her wet fingers effortlessly gliding over her swollen cherry, moving quickly and efficiently, knowing precisely what she needed.
So did Noah.
He kept fucking her, raising her hips a little higher, making the angle of penetration a little tighter, letting her take his cock a little deeper.
“Ride me! Ride me! Put me through my paces! Let me show you what she can do!”
He gripped her hips tighter and fucked her as hard as he could, listening to her purr as he pounded her tight pussy, watching as she moaned and gasped and shuddered, eyes closed as she focused on the ride of her life. Her tits, completely unrestrained, bounced like nothing he had ever seen before, and all he wanted to do was to take them in his mouth, to suck on them, to kiss them, to feel them wrapped around his cock as she wanked him off until he came all over her pretty, pale chest.
