InnocenceForSale.com/ Bree, page 7
Even though I’d never had the opportunity, I knew that the back seat of a car wouldn’t be the most comfortable place to get intimate. That didn’t change the fact that Cammy’s was special. There was something I found so hot about the idea of a heavy petting session in the back seat of this car, the confined space forcing two people together, fogging up the windows, the risk of a policeman tapping their flashlight on the window. Maybe it was just from all the movies I’d seen, but it almost seemed like a rite of passage that teenagers were supposed to go through, and now Andrew was giving me the chance.
I opened my legs, my skirt riding the short distance up my thighs to come to rest on my hips, exposing my white panties, probably one of the easiest things to see in the darkness. Andrew moved between my legs and I felt the heat of his cock, still wet with my saliva and his pre-cum, pressing at the material of my panties an instant before his chest pressed against mine.
The breast he had exposed earlier was getting rubbed noticeably more than the other as our bodies writhed together, sending shivers of pleasure into my body. We kissed deeply and I slipped my hands under his shirt to feel his body. Starting at the waistline of his pants I worked my way upwards over his abs, savoring the feel of how hard his body was in comparison with mine. Even his chest, when I got that high, was hard and I pushed his shirt up over his head to give myself more access, I wanted to explore every inch of his body.
Andrew began gently grinding the shaft of his cock against me, rubbing the dampening material of my panties against my virgin slit. It felt so fantastic, I couldn’t help but let out a little whimper, very different from the sexy moans I had practiced with Ada. Suddenly I became aware that my panties had worked their way inside me and my outer lips were gently embracing his erection as it slid up and down in time with the rocking of his hips.
The realization elicited a gasp from me as I concentrated on the sensations being rubbed into my pussy. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, his cock was hard and soft at the same time, like a warm steel rod in a velvet case. My lips caressed every bump and vein as it slid and I looped my fingers into his pockets, pulling his pelvis into me even harder.
Andrew stopped his thrusting and leaned back, which forced the shaft of his cock harder against me, and I licked my lips again, feeling my pussy embrace him even more. He lifted my shirt over my head and threw it into the front seat before reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, throwing it in the general direction of my shirt.
He lowered his head until I felt his tongue gently prodding at first one nipple, then the other, wetting them slightly. I placed my hands at the back of his head, thrusting my tits towards him, wanting to feel his hot wet tongue again. Andrew complied and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it several times. I didn’t think my nipples had ever been harder than at that moment.
Andrew moved backwards until he was kneeling in the space that would normally be for the passenger travelling behind the driver. I felt his hands push under my ass, grasping for the top of my panties, finding it and pulling downwards. The crotch of my panties was stuffed so far into my slit that it resisted Andrew’s tugging briefly until finally exposing me to him with an elastic twang.
Andrew began kissing my inner thigh, causing my legs to quiver each time. His stubble was scratchy while his lips were soft and warm. I began breathing deeper the closer to my soaking pussy he kissed. By the time I felt his first kiss on my outer lips I was panting like I’d just run a marathon. Using just his lips he clamped down and tugged at my labia, pulling out gently and running his tongue along the length.
My hands roamed over my body, I wanted to be touched everywhere as he teased me between my legs. I slid my hands from Andrew’s hair, up my navel and cupped my own breasts, each hand mirroring the other. When he stuck his tongue in my pussy and I felt his prickly stubble on my outer lips for the first time, I pinched my nipples like he had done earlier and squealed in the affirmative.
“Yes! That feels so good.”
Andrew was licking my tight little slit from end to end, each pass of the tongue finishing with a flick on my clit sending jolts of pleasure into my body. I moaned each time he touched it, I’d never dreamed that his tongue could feel so much better than his fingers. The spiky sensation of his stubble rubbing on the sensitive flesh all around my pussy served to both focus my attention on the softness of his tongue and also provide a tantalizing contrast that was driving me wild.
Andrew began to concentrate his licking on my clit, increasing the rate at which my pleasure was building. I knew that a huge orgasm wasn’t far away and began to flex my abdominal muscles each time I breathed out, a move that seemed to encourage the mounting sensation inside of me.
I was so close to cumming when I felt Andrew insert a finger past my pussy lips and into my vagina. The thought of having his finger inside me was the final straw and I yelled my ecstasy into the cabin of the car, where the small space made it seem impossibly loud. I writhed around, bumping my head on the side of the car and the seat but didn’t care. I was sure I made the whole car rock with my bucking hips and thrashing movements, but I was powerless to stop myself.
I’d never even dared to dream of pleasure so all-encompassing, it was beyond the previous powers of my imagination. When it finally began to fade, I was almost unsure of where I was anymore. All that was left was a warm glow in my belly as I stared up into the darkness and panted.
Andrew raised himself back over me with a double popping sound from his knees after kneeling for so long. He kissed me passionately and he tasted different than before. His mouth and chin were covered in my honey, I held his head and licked at his face, curious about how my flavor mixed with his.
I felt the pressure of his erection back at the entrance to my virgin slit, but this time there were no panties to protect me and our bare genitals slid gently across each other with every move we made. At some point, during my orgasm perhaps, Andrew had pulled his pants down and out of the way. I was scared but I had been waiting a long time for this. I was ready.
“Take it. It’s yours.” I said.
Andrew reached down with one hand and steadied his cock, holding it firmly as he pushed it against me. My unused slit resisted at first, but my lips were, almost reluctantly it seemed, pushed to each side as our combined natural lubricants allowed him to slide past. I felt the ridge of his cock head, memorized from the blowjobs I had given, enter my tunnel and my outer lips closed elastically on the slightly narrower shaft.
Just a little bit more pushing and Andrew’s cock was resting against my intact hymen. He paused, prolonging the evidence of my virginity for just a few more torturous seconds, then kissed me and pushed forward at the same time. With a ripping sensation, my hymen was penetrated and I felt the welcome invasion of his hard member thrusting aside the tight walls of my pussy, fitting snugly into me.
His big cock was touching where nothing had ever touched before and it was painful. I clenched my teeth and whimpered, again nothing like the sexy moans I’d practiced.
When Andrew was all the way inside of me he paused, letting me get used to him, letting the burning sensation die away. It was a very different kind of pain, unlike anything I’d experienced before. It was more like the pain of when he had first pinched my nipple, or the prickly sensation of his stubble. Under it all was the promise of great pleasure, and once my body was more accustomed to his girth, it signaled that it had heard that promise and wanted delivery.
Without my thinking, I began to rock my own hips back and forth almost imperceptibly, causing his cock to move within me ever so slightly. Andrew pulled back until I felt that now familiar bumpy ridge at the very opening of my pussy, paused, and then pushed forward, quicker this time. I was so wet from his amazing tongue that his cock was completely slick with my juices. I was amazed at the difference in feeling between that first stroke and the second. The pain had already dulled, and the pleasure was beginning to take over.
Andrew bottomed out again, pulled backwards immediately, and then began thrusting into me at a slow, rhythmic pace. Our bodies met over and over again, with a sound like very quiet clapping. The realization washed over me that it was finally happening, I was being fucked. I clasped my hands behind his head and pulled him into a kiss as he continued pumping at my newly deflowered pussy.
I felt an increase in the speed and power of Andrew’s thrusts, accompanied by the louder sounds of our bodies coming together with each stroke. A bead of sweat dripped down my brow and I broke off our kiss to nuzzle my forehead against his neck, looking down between our bodies to see as much as I could in the darkness. I could vaguely make out my milky white thighs, with his darker, toned body rhythmically obscuring them in time with the slapping sounds. The wetter sounds of him plunging into my depths were ever-present under the impacts.
The burning sensation in my pussy returned, but it was different from his first few strokes. It was a fire of pleasure that was being stoked within me and I felt it grow with each thrust of Andrew’s hips. He maintained his strong and fast pace, pushing me closer to my orgasm.
I was so happy to be there with him, I was overcome with emotion. I’d waited so long and it was even better than I expected. As I felt myself get nearer and nearer the edge I whispered into his ear.
“You’re fucking me so good, Andrew.”
“You love that cock, Princess?” He panted.
“Yes,” I said at full volume.
“Louder.”
“I love that cock!” I yelled and felt myself slip over the edge of pleasure, freefalling into my orgasm. I thrashed my head from side to side, dimly aware of hitting both the side of the car and the seat again and a seatbelt clip digging into my back. All these sensations were almost completely blocked out by the sheer bliss of my first cock-powered orgasm. Throughout the pleasure I was impaled over and over again on his hard dick, each time like a tiny explosion of wonderful sensations as his body put pressure on my clit.
My ecstasy was just beginning to fade when Andrew groaned and his thrusts became more sporadic. With a powerful push, driving my head against the side of the car, he buried himself in me as far as he could possibly go and I felt the sticky spurt of his semen hitting the depths of my vagina. Being prepared for this was all part of the IFS package, so I was on the pill and wasn’t worried, I just rode my orgasm out as he used me for his own pleasure, filling me with his seed.
With one last groan, Andrew collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him as we both tried to catch our breath.
After a while I reached up with one hand to touch the window. It was completely steamed up, to the point of zero visibility. It was foggy enough to know that the girl in this car just got fucked well. Perfect.
Without warning there was a sharp tapping on the window. Somebody with a flashlight was outside the driver’s door.
We frantically scrambled around for our clothes, rocking the car almost as much as when we were fucking, and finally we were back in the front seats. Andrew rolled down the window and was met with the sight of an impatient-looking policeman shining his flashlight at us.
The cop’s expression turned from impatience to confusion as he looked back and forth between Andrew and myself. Then, with a shake of his head that said, Now I’ve seen everything, he began a short monologue:
“Got an emergency call from a nice old lady this evening. She said there was a suspicious car parked outside of her house, ‘probably casing the joint,’ to use her words. We said we’d take a look, there have been some burglaries in the area in recent weeks after all. I must say, you two look like you’ve got everything you need already. Why don’t you take it home and stop bothering this nice neighborhood?”
“Absolutely, officer, thank you,” Andrew said politely.
“You OK, miss?” the officer asked, shining his light at me.
“Yes officer!” I said, sounding like an enthusiastic cheerleader. I couldn’t help it, I was so happy. The light slowly worked its way down my body, I hoped there was no mess evident between my legs.
The policeman stepped back and surveyed Cammy with his flashlight.
“Very nice. I’ve been wanting to pick up one of these for myself for a while.”
“Yeah, it’s a 1969—”
“The car’s pretty sweet too. Have a good night.”
He walked back to his patrol car. How we could have missed the red and blue flashing lights I didn’t know, but we did. Andrew and I looked at each other and cracked up laughing.
“Let’s head to Frosty Lane then,” I said.
“Sounds good to me.”
Andrew
Fuck. Getting spotted by a cop in my car with Bree a few minutes before I was going to commit a violent crime was far from ideal. I was going to have to see what strings I could pull with my contacts to keep the local police force from adding one and one together.
On the bright side, fucking Bree’s virginity away was a load off my mind.
Every breath I took in that confined space as we drove from Pulbridge here to Hampton brought me a whiff of pure sex in the form of Bree’s scent. I’d been around plenty of women who wanted to jump in bed with me before, but Bree was positively in heat like no other. Every moment with her was like spending time with a bombmaker casually building an explosive inside my body.
I had to release the pressure or detonate where I sat. When she turned on the charm, I didn’t take much convincing.
Just in time, too. I needed my mind back on the game. We drove the short remaining distance between our impromptu lovers’ lane and the house where the unluckiest son of a bitch in the world lived. If there were train tracks in Hampton, this was clearly the shitty side of them.
Turning onto Frosty Lane, it was on a shallow downhill gradient. I shut off Cammy’s hungry engine and coasted down the deserted street past a few parked cars until I was opposite the entrance to the driveway of number 1765.
After putting on the brake, I flicked a couple of the kill switches and gave my gun one last check. Bree held me by the sleeve of my jacket while I did so, still not letting go when I put my gun back in the holster.
“Be careful,” she said. “Come back to me.”
“I will.”
Leaning over, I buried my fingers deep in her hair and curled them around the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss. Her lips seemed stiff at first, but she soon melted under the heat of our embrace.
Our lips parted, but I held our foreheads together for a second, her eyes glinting in the darkness, reflecting what little light came from the crescent moon. That wouldn’t be my last kiss. No fucking punk bitch like Antonio could stop me from coming back to Bree, to taste her again and again.
“Once I’ve got them subdued, I’ll come back for you. You can cut off his balls before we ship him back to Pulbridge.”
Bree didn’t say anything, and it wasn’t until my door was open and I was pulling away that she let go of my sleeve. Before I closed the door behind me, I could see her gripping her seat nervously.
Looking each way down the abandoned street, I crossed to the other side and made my way up the meandering driveway on packed gravel. The overhanging trees soon plunged me into complete darkness, and I pulled out my gun again.
The pitch-black was short-lived, as the lights from the house soon started showing through the bushes and low-hanging branches. I paused at the edge of the driveway behind the last piece of cover the vegetation provided, and sat to watch and listen.
After the heat of the car, the night air seemed almost freezing, though that was far from objective truth. It was certainly warm enough for the crickets to ruin any chance I had of hearing any subtle noises coming from inside the house.
Despite all this, it was a thrill to be on the front line again after years of running the organization through the buffer of the hierarchy, starting with Chris and working down to my soldiers. My blood was pumping with adrenaline more than it had since I took the mantle from Don Raffaello Trevisano.
I’d cut my teeth on dangerous one-man missions like this. Storming a place and fucking everybody up that needed to be fucked up, taking what my boss wanted me to take, going to our clubs afterwards and telling the stories.
At the end of the night, I’d find the hottest girls, the most untouchable princesses, and take them home to show them what it meant to be completely deconstructed by cock. It was pure satisfaction to ride that wave of confidence right into the tightest, hottest, pussies in town. Those girls liked to play hard-to-get, but they could never keep up the charade on nights like that. Nights like this.
I’d gone about it all backwards tonight, of course. I’d already fucked the princess, but that was fine by me. The whole situation was unusual. Bree wasn’t just some random club girl. We had history. And the way she looked at me? Forget about it. That was enough to melt a man the way my kiss had melted her lips a few minutes ago.
After her mom fucked me over, I vowed never to let my guard down again. Little did I know what kind of woman Bree would turn out to be. She was the kind of girl that made a man break promises.
According to her, there were no security lights, so if I chose my path carefully, I could walk right up to the side door, the most rickety-looking of the two entrances, and not get caught in the middle of the lawn under a spotlight with my dick in the wind.
There was no sign of movement from inside the house, so I skirted around the edge of the lawn, past their car, and made my way to the side-door. From here, I could make out the sounds of the TV playing, but not what was showing.
If it was sports, there were no accompanying “ye-haws” of support. I took a deep breath and visualized in my head the layout of the house, now that I had the real life external dimensions to look at and could place the floorplan inside their confines.
With as hefty a kick as I could manage on the door, right by the handle, I sent it bursting inwards with a small shower of splintered wood. There was nobody immediately in sight.
