“Okay,” she said, slowing to her original pace, giving my shaft a firm squeeze on each upstroke. After a dozen or so strokes like this, she relaxed her grip.
She shifted her hand down to caress my balls, giving them a few gentle squeezes, as her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of my cock. She then re-gripped the shaft of my cock and resumed her stroking motions. She watched her hand move up and down on my cock for several long, delicious moments.
My cock-head grew larger and purple in colour and the veins on my shaft became more pronounced. The sensation was incredible, as I watched this lovely young woman pay some badly-needed attention to my aching manhood. I didn’t really know what to expect - since everything up to now had been an overwhelming surprise - but I thought she was going to keep going until she jerked me off. I felt like I was going to show her a big fountain of cum, and wondered what her reaction might be. I wouldn’t get the chance to find out.
“I’ll bet this will feel even better,” she said. I’m guessing she licked her lips, but I couldn’t tell because her face was aimed at my cock, not my eyes.
She bent forward and the next thing I knew my cock was enveloped in her warm, moist mouth. The sensation of that moment was beyond anything I’d felt before. She took my entire cock into her mouth and sucked it from bottom to top. Her rough, warm tongue caressed the top of my dick-head, sending a shiver of incredible sensation through my body. It was too much for me - first the surprise attack, now the cock sucking - and I couldn’t take any more. A guttural groan emerged from deep inside my throat.
Apple evidently knew this signal, and began moving her head up and down faster. Her lips and tongue stimulated my cock intensely, sliding up and down its full length vigorously. My hips rose involuntarily, pushing my cock head deep into her throat. She didn’t seem to mind as my first gush of hot cream blasted down her gullet. She pulled her head back nearly the length of my cock, and with just the head of my cock in her mouth, she swallowed hard. Her tongue against my cock head brought the next wave even stronger than the first. Her lips held their grip as she bobbed her head up and down, fellating just the head as I came and came. Not expertly, like some porn queen, but with gusto and youthful enthusiasm she sucked me off, swallowing everything I had to give. She kept sucking, gentler now, even after all my juice was gone. The feel of her tongue on the supersensitive top of my cock head was more than I could take. I reached down to touch the back of her head. “Please… stop…” I gasped.
Apple sat up and looked back at me. I must have been quite a sight, because she giggled.
“That was amazing,” I said, breathlessly, “thank you so much…”
“Anytime,” she said, with a hint of promise,
“now, let’s get to the store, shall we?” She sat up, licked her lips, and fastened her seatbelt.
I raised my seat, tucked my shrunken pink weenie back into my shorts, and made my way back out of the corner. At the store, she said, “Just drop me off -- I’ll just be a second.”
She popped out of the car as I stopped by the door. I waited just a few minutes - still in a daze - before she came bouncing back with a single plastic shopping bag in hand. “Okay. Mission accomplished. Shall we head back now?” she asked with a grin.
I turned around and got back on the street, heading back to her house.
About two blocks down the street she reached over and grabbed my right wrist, yanking my hand from the steering wheel. “Here, check this out,” she said, as she pulled my hand toward her lap.
I quickly grabbed the wheel with my idle left hand. She placed my right hand on the inside of her left thigh, and slid it upwards.
Second surprise! She wasn’t wearing any underwear under that very short dress. My hand found her warm, soft, curly pubic hair and rested there.
“No, keep looking, silly,” she implored.
With my middle finger I parted her curly hair and found her vaginal lips. They were hot to the touch. I parted them gently and found a treasure trove of feminine juices.
“You’d better turn in here again,” she said, pointing as we approached the same street we’d entered before.
“We’ve got some unfinished business to take care of.”
Ever the good Samaritan, I made a one-handed left turn and followed our previous path toward our secret spot.
As we continued our automotive journey, my finger continued its own. With just the tip of my finger I gathered a lick of hot juice, then searched upward an inch. I was greeted by a swollen clit that matched my fingertip in size. I knew I’d found it by the gasp that exuded from its owner. I began stroking her clit with the same gentle but meaningful care that she had shown me before.
Apple slid her body toward me, leaning against my side and shoulder, giving me easier access to her womanly chamber. I teased her as I drove, applying the gentlest pressure and alternating with firm but tender strokes. We finally reached our parking spot, and I stopped the car.
Apple was extremely responsive - evidently as horny as I had been before. I stroked her swollen clit, then replenished my moisture supply from the lips of her vagina. She writhed in ecstasy, gripping my arm with both of her own. She gripped me tightly at one point, taking in a hissing rush of breath. I stroked her clit from top to bottom, and it twitched in response. With a loud whispered
“Yesssss......” she came, her body shuddering and moving in concert with my finger’s motion.
After a few moments, she seemed quite content, and I stopped my movements.
“No, wait, don’t stop yet…” she implored.
“No problem,” I replied, and resumed, now just touching her hyper-sensitive clit.
Apple’s left hand let loose its death grip on my arm and made its way to my leg. Sliding up my thigh she released my soft cock from its cotton prison and began kneading and squeezing it in an attempt to bring it back to life. I didn’t think I'll be able to handle anything after our very recent experience, but she would prove me wrong. Besides, just touching the slick wetness inside a warm pussy has been known to be enough to get me up in an heartbeat or two. Apple’s efforts continued, teasing and pulling me gently until I began to stiffen just enough for her to resume a jerk-off motion. Her soft, sure strokes brought me back to life and I quickly caught up to Apple’s level of excitement.
My finger went in search of more moisture - and there was plenty there, to be sure - but kept exploring. After her first orgasm, I wanted to give her something a little different. My finger found her lips and slid inside just a bit. She was tight as a fist, but hot and wet. I kept inserting my finger, slipping in a bit farther each moment. At the same time I caressed her clit with the palm of my hand. It was so large and so excited that even this motion drove her wild. I worked my finger in and out of her tight pussy, all the while stroking her clit with my hand. Meanwhile, her hand was pumping my now rock-hard cock; as she got closer to orgasm her stroking efforts matched the pace of my own.
It was all I could do to hang on as her new orgasm engulfed us both. Her pussy tightened around my finger as I slid it in and out; her clit throbbed and pulsed with each beat of her heart.
“Oh…oh…oh…” she moaned, over and over, as her body jerked with the release of her sexual energy.
I kept up my motions, feeding her sensations, as she kept up her own work on my cock. Sensing the downslide of her climax, I gave in to my own.
Apple never waivered through the throes of her ecstasy. Her hand jerked me off strong and true, and I watched as she looked toward my cock to see the results of her efforts. At just the right moment, she slid her hand up and held the end of my cock to watch the first blast of cum shoot upward. Then she moved her hand quickly down to the base, and back to the head in time to drive the next blast. She continued this delightful exercise, wringing streams of cum out of my cock that poured down her hand. I gave her more this time than I’d ever experienced in my lone sojourns down this path.
I was exhausted. Seemingly indefatigable, Apple collected herself quickly. She sat up in her seat, fetched a tissue from the box on the floor behind me, and tidied up my goo from her hand and my crotch. In a few seconds she was done, tossing the evidence out the window. I’d forgive her for that; it was biodegradable, after all.
“Well, we’d better get back so I can finish that carwash before dinner,” she chirped, impervious to the transgression that we’d both just committed.
“I guess so,” I replied, sitting up and tucking my exhausted pink weenie back into my pants -- again. I started the car and turned it around. Neither of us said a word in the few minutes it took to get back home again.
When I pulled up in front of her house, Apple climbed quickly out of the car. Closing the door, she leaned back in the window and said, “Thanks for the ride. Let’s do it again sometime.” She winked, spun on her heel, and went back up the driveway to finish her chore.