Gunner77
03-18-2018, 08:21 PM
DAD and the HITCHHIKER part 5
They gathered up their belongings, quickly packed and headed to the car. She double checked to make sure her cell phone, charger, and cords were packed away. It was a pre pay phone. Still cost money though. Of course Cyndi cleaned out the room of any incidentals like shampoo, conditioner, both liquid and bar soap. She traded out an old white towel for a newer one. She convinced herself it wasn’t really stealing since she was exchanging a previously stolen item. Reality was setting in, the security she had felt last night was rapidly fading. How she longed for a normal life. Not the 2 parents at home, 3 bedroom rambler with a white picket fence and 2 car garage, with 2 kids 2 dogs a cat and a fish aquarium life. Just a normal life where she didn’t have to worry about where her next meal was coming from, where she was going to sleep, or who she was gonna fuck for a little bit of spending money. Cyndi was resourceful and frugal. She could make a $50 trick last a week or more. With Mike, it was way different. Not once did she consider asking him for anything.
Ironically, he would have given her just about anything she asked for. Not because he felt he owed her for the great sex, but because he was just a nice guy. Money was never very important to him. Partly because he never lacked for money, but mostly because he just didn’t care about it. Stuff was just stuff. Get some lose some give some away. On many occasion he would rack up a $500 bar tab and have only 3 drinks himself. Mike truly enjoyed spending time with people.
They made small talk along the drive. Discussing some of the stupid things Donald Trump would tweet in the media. Both agreeing he should sleep more and hit send less. Sometimes thoughts are better kept to oneself. They also discussed their escapades yesterday, last night, and this morning. They both laughed at Cyndi’s squirting. Cyndi admitted that was a first. Mike admitting never had he had any lover go off like she did. The one thing they didn’t talk about was how this was going to end. Neither wanted it to end. They both knew, it would. The miles racked up. The emotions were building in Cyndi. Her hard outer shell was eroding as each mile post passed. In the distance there was a rest stop. Cyndi told Mike she had to pee. Mike obliged.
As Cyndi was peeing, the thought of never seeing this wonderful man ever again, brought all her emotions to the surface. For the first time in a very long time, she wept. Even during a brutal group fuck her foster dad had instigated, she didn’t cry. She never cried. Crying was for the weak. She finally gathered herself, wiping the tears from her face. She took a cigarette from her back pack and lit it in the stall. She only took a few hits off it and snuffed it out. She carefully placed the unused portion back in the pack. She washed her hands and face prior to leaving the restroom.
Much like a dad, Mike patiently awaited her exodus. Mike could tell she had been crying. He had a pretty good idea why, still he asked what’s wrong baby as he placed one arm around her shoulder. Like turning on a faucet, the waterworks began. Cyndi mumbled as she wept. She stumbled for words as she cried. Talking coherently was difficult, breathing was becoming more difficult. I I don’t... sniffling...wanna... more sniffing... leave... heavy sniffling...
Mike pulled her into his chest, embracing her tightly and kissing the top her head. He could feel her labored breathing as she whimpered. Then it hit him like a freight train, this woman-child was in total fear. The tough exterior was now peeled away and the gooey center was exposed. There there he started. I don’t want you to leave. She was calming down. I wanna stay with you, really I do. I will do anything, well almost anything, she partially laughed. She pulled away slightly, enough to brush away some of the tears. Still longing for his touch she buried her face in his chest and embraced him. Can we just walk around a little while? Not long, I just wanna have cigarette.
Cyndi did not smoke much, maybe 2 cigarettes a day. Right now this very moment, she was stressing bad. The perceived need to have something in her mouth, of all the options before her, smoking was the best. Mike had no clue she even smoked, but the thought was rather sexy. It was yet another part of her personality, that intrigued him. She exuded social confidence. That is, she truly did not care what society thought or how she was labeled. You don’t mind she asked? Mike shook his head, thinking she did care what he thought. Daddy issues maybe? You think? He snickered mentally. She lit it up, took a deep drag, inhaled hard and blew the smoke out her nose. Mike actually had a minor fetish about woman smoking. Seeing this girl smoking added the taboo element to the sight. As of late, that taboo element had been extremely erotic. He held back all desires to kiss her and squeeze her butt cheeks.
Mike was having a difficult time keep the image of of her cheeks bellowing inward as she drew on the cigarette. Imagining it was his cock she was inhaling. Damn it! Stop it! He thought. Cyndi saw his gaze. She could almost read his mind, even the expression when he was chewing himself out. Playfully, wiggled here tiny ass against his leg. Ummmmm does daddy have a smoking fetish? The true term is capnolagnia. Don’t worry daddy, it’s not really a disease. Lots of men have it. Maybe the media can be blamed for sexualizing smoking or an important woman in your life as a child smoked. Mother? No. Teacher maybe? Friends mother? That’s it. She had been reading his facial expression. Mike thought poker night with amateurs, she’s cleaning house. This girl is good. I think for you daddy it’s the taboo aspect and the symbolism. You subconsciously wish my lips were wrapped around your phallus instead of the phallic symbol the cigarette represents.
Mikes mind was blown. She spoke to him like a psychotherapist. There was an intelligent well thought out explanation, not only in theory, but actually nailing what was going on inside his head. The expression on his face was priceless. Again, she was quick to quip, daddy is a sapiosexual. Don’t worry daddy she laughed, you don’t have to get a rainbow tattoo. I know what a sapiosexual is. Yeah? What is it then? Mike said, it’s when someone is attracted to intelligence. Cyndi responded, the shock on your face was from a 14 year old girl knowing what capnolagnia is? Yes! Smart and beautiful. With an impish grin, you forgot something daddy, I know how to suck cock too. Her facial expression went to innocent schoolgirl in an instant. She batted her eyes but could not hold back the giggles. Cyndi was again fucking with his head. She was giggling so hard it brought tears to her eyes. So tell me, do want me to call you Mike or daddy? I like calling you daddy sometimes coz you remind me of him. I like calling you Mike too. Makes me feel I am your equal. Makes me feel older, mature, sophisticated. Piling on a British Aristocratic accent as each word rolled from her lips. Again, she giggled at herself.
Smiling, Mike shook his head. Responding in kind, Mike said. Well, my Lady, you can pretty much call me what you like. I mean you being a princess and all, and myself being but a mere pauper. His accent was spot on. My dear, your chariot awaits, he bowed and swayed his arm pointing his hand towards his car. He continued the role playing. He hooked elbow out inviting her to hook his arm. They both walked in an exaggerated sophisticated manner. She entwined her left arm with his right, then placed her right arm on his as well. I haven’t not a single ‘nicker’ for fare. It ‘tisn’t right that a pauper isn’t properly compensated for his duties. I mean a Princess can’t reduce herself to being a bilker. She must pay her way. Maybe, we can go down the way, and you can pull out our chubby friend for jobbie, she cooed as they approached the car.
Mike released her then opened the passenger side door. She pretended to settle her imaginary dress before sitting herself down in the seat. Sitting down, she placed her pack on the floorboard but kept her feet on the ground outside the car. She straightened the imaginary dress as she settled. Mike, she said. Yes, my lady? Come hither, stand before me! She commanded me. He stood in the doorway, his crotch a bit above eye level. You never responded. She casually put her hand out and touched his trousers where penis peacefully slept. It began to stir. Do you not desire my mouth wrapped around your Willie nor my hands upon your bullocks? My precious little lass, I cannot get the thought from me head. Your tantalizing tongue swirling around me bell end, like a child licking an ice cream cone. Baby batter all about your lips, ahhh what a vision. Me a pauper, being serviced by the likes of a beautiful princess like yourself... Tis’ I whom should be servicing thou, not the other way round. Well, cabbie you present an interesting case, she responded, as she continued to arouse the awaking beast that lay beneath his trousers. Seems we are at an en passé. She hesitated her gentle stroking. Both of us present excellent cases, maybe a suitable arrangement can be reached. A quid pro quo? He asked. Are you suggesting a tit for tat? He continued. An Australian kiss for a jobbie? Maybe more if my vassal proves to be more than adequate? She nodded. Mike was awestruck, or as the British would say, was gobsmacked. Her vast knowledge of language was mind boggling. Where did my lass become so educated? Cambridge? Oxford?
Nay, I am self edjamacated. Her accent now slipping to Texan. Yes sir, I done did me a wee bit of readin. Like to watch the history channel too. I started high school when I was 11. Quit going. Boring! Petitioned the state of Utah to take my GED. Passed all sections in 98th percentile. You look shocked? Took my SAT December last year, sort of disappointed with my score. They took the essay portion back out so the max score is 1600 again. Not sure, but I guess they felt it could be culturally biased. I think it allowed football players and basketball players to get in to schools they normally would not qualify for. There is more corruption in sports than the foster home I lived in. That guy was getting paid by the state and then pimping me out. Smile leaving her face as she thought about what she said, remembering what she lived. Mike replied, can’t leave me hanging. What was your score? I don’t wanna talk about it. She replied. Come on. No! She said. If I tell you, it will sound like bragging. You will say awesome job, that I should be proud, bobbing her head side to side. Blah blah blah. I am not proud. I did not do my very best. I should have stayed in school. I should have taken a practice test. I should have listened to my English teacher. Her hand fell to her lap
Mike took a deep breath. Now listen, I may not have the slightest clue as to what you have been through. I may not even come close to your IQ, but all I am hearing right now, is you trying to feel sorry for yourself. She tried to interject. No I am not done talking! Yes sir! She replied very respectively. That word, should! Throw it out of your vocabulary. Toss it! Replace it with could! Let’s review! You could have stayed in school. What would that have proved? No don’t answer. You could have taken a practice test. Well, maybe you did? You can take the test twice, right? Yes, she shyly replied. There you go. The test you took doesn’t count. Since it doesn’t count, you have nothing to be ashamed of. So Cyndi, what was your practice test score? 1480, she snickered. 1480? Your right, you should be ashamed. He tried not to laugh and hold a poker face, but he couldn’t. They both burst out laughing. Her hand returned to his trousers.
You like that don’t you, Mike asked. I am sorry, it’s just so fascinating. You don’t like it? I will stop, she said as she started pull back. Now now! Mike grabbed her hand and returned it to its proper place. I did not say that. Personifying his penis and speaking for it in third person, he likes you. You think? She laughed. I don’t know, Mike said. You never let him sleep. She could see the outline of his cock head and slowly moved her lips to kiss it gently. She whispered, you wanna come out and play huh? You don’t wanna sleep do you? Pre cum was glistening through the fabric. Cyndi touched the wet spot with her fingers. Played with his juices before sucking fingers. She pretended her fingers were tiny replica of his phallus.
More and more cars were coming and going. If they did not leave soon, the situation may become awkward. Come on get in. She promptly twisted and put her feet on the floorboard next to her pack. Mike closed the door and walked around to the drivers side. He sat down and her hand was searching for their friend, before he could get his safety belt on. Buckle up baby! Papa is gonna find us place to play. He got back on the freeway. First exit he saw he took. Then the first left he took as well. Cyndi was pawing at him. Finally she had the beast released from its cage. Frantically Mike searched for a secluded area in the forest. There was a forest road that looked promising. He took it. Cyndi was stroking him hard and fast as he drove.
Not being able to stand much more teasing, he stopped the car. Gawd he wanted her. Mike used the electric seat and slid his chair back all the way. Cyndi released her seat belt. Mouth open, her face fell on his cock. Gawd she loved his cock! He was perfectly circumcised, she thought. His length went into her throat further than any man ever had. His girth slightly stretched her mouth. Oh, and when it was in her pussy, mmmmm. Mike had his pants opened. He had conveniently not worn underwear. No wonder cum oozed through his trousers, she thought. He pulled his pants down to his ankles. Her hand seized his balls. They were swollen and in arousing manner ached at her touch. He began lifting her top off. She released his throbbing cock from her mouth long he enough for Mike to pull the top off. Back down on him like a dog on a bone. She bobbed her head up and down. Moaning at the joy of his massive meat moving in her throat. Mikes hands squeezed her lemon sized pouty nipples. Ahhhhh! Yeessssss! Mike moaned. Trying to remember the best blow job he ever had. He couldn’t. Damn baby! He muttered. You’re the best cocksucker I have ever had. Cyndi thought to herself, oh yeah just wait. She began using her tongue along his shaft. Mike quivered. More moaning uttered from Mikes mouth. She had his balls squeezed tight in her hand and up against his hard shaft. Then she did the unthinkable. On the downstroke she slowly pushed one huge nut into her whore like mouth. Then the other. She has his entire cock balls and scrotum in her mouth. She sucked hard. Her right hand found his bung hole. She began teasing it. Feathery touches around the opening.
Mike was at odds as he found the anus play quite arousing. Cyndi kept sucking and tonguing his entire genitalia. Then swiftly she plunged her tiny middle finger inside, fingering him as she searched. Deeper and deeper. Finally, she found it. It was his prostrate. She massaged it a few seconds... uncontrollably Mike grabbed her head and pulled her hard against him. There was not much more that could go in, but when finished there was no more left. She felt his balls empty into her belly. His cum shots were long and powerful. Burning... almost like urinating, cum rushed through his balls and cock shaft. Never in his life had he ever came so hard. Never had so much cum flowed out his cock. It was no exaggeration to say the initial three shots were longer two seconds each. It felt like they were steady streams, not spurts. His balls contracted and released inside her skillful mouth. How many times? Too many to count. Some were literal spasms where cum just dripped out. Flowing steady but with no power. She continued sucking and massaging, not once wavering in her attempt to drain him dry. She could feel his cock and balls continue to pulse but nothing was moving through that big blue vein that attached to his ball sack. His hold on her head receded. She let his nuts fall from her mouth first, then his softening cock. The rest of Mikes muscles were still somewhat contracted. The only thought in his head was, this girl is coming home with me.
I think Mr. Chubbs might need a nap, Cyndi joked. Mike could not even formulate words. Cyndi began laughing. Finally, Mike uttered WHAT? Cyndi smiled, I love it when I make a mans IQ go from almost genius to imbecile in a matter of seconds. The look on your face as cum poured into my belly was, well lack of a better word, cleansing. I felt you release all your man juice in less than 30 seconds. With that I had stripped away all your layers. Even your thoughts were removed. Made me feel special, because it was my doing. So, how would you rate that jobbie? She slightly chuckled. Getting his wits about him, he responded. I thought it was practice, so it doesn’t count. Touché, oh wise one. Maybe I sh... ummm, I mean maybe I could stay in school. Cyndi used air quotes for school. You could...that is if you wanted to listen to your teacher, Mike responded. (Teacher in air quotes) Like she wanted to do anything else. Both understood the double-entendre. It was settled Sam would have a sister, at least for a little while. How are they going to pull this off? They both privately thought...
They gathered up their belongings, quickly packed and headed to the car. She double checked to make sure her cell phone, charger, and cords were packed away. It was a pre pay phone. Still cost money though. Of course Cyndi cleaned out the room of any incidentals like shampoo, conditioner, both liquid and bar soap. She traded out an old white towel for a newer one. She convinced herself it wasn’t really stealing since she was exchanging a previously stolen item. Reality was setting in, the security she had felt last night was rapidly fading. How she longed for a normal life. Not the 2 parents at home, 3 bedroom rambler with a white picket fence and 2 car garage, with 2 kids 2 dogs a cat and a fish aquarium life. Just a normal life where she didn’t have to worry about where her next meal was coming from, where she was going to sleep, or who she was gonna fuck for a little bit of spending money. Cyndi was resourceful and frugal. She could make a $50 trick last a week or more. With Mike, it was way different. Not once did she consider asking him for anything.
Ironically, he would have given her just about anything she asked for. Not because he felt he owed her for the great sex, but because he was just a nice guy. Money was never very important to him. Partly because he never lacked for money, but mostly because he just didn’t care about it. Stuff was just stuff. Get some lose some give some away. On many occasion he would rack up a $500 bar tab and have only 3 drinks himself. Mike truly enjoyed spending time with people.
They made small talk along the drive. Discussing some of the stupid things Donald Trump would tweet in the media. Both agreeing he should sleep more and hit send less. Sometimes thoughts are better kept to oneself. They also discussed their escapades yesterday, last night, and this morning. They both laughed at Cyndi’s squirting. Cyndi admitted that was a first. Mike admitting never had he had any lover go off like she did. The one thing they didn’t talk about was how this was going to end. Neither wanted it to end. They both knew, it would. The miles racked up. The emotions were building in Cyndi. Her hard outer shell was eroding as each mile post passed. In the distance there was a rest stop. Cyndi told Mike she had to pee. Mike obliged.
As Cyndi was peeing, the thought of never seeing this wonderful man ever again, brought all her emotions to the surface. For the first time in a very long time, she wept. Even during a brutal group fuck her foster dad had instigated, she didn’t cry. She never cried. Crying was for the weak. She finally gathered herself, wiping the tears from her face. She took a cigarette from her back pack and lit it in the stall. She only took a few hits off it and snuffed it out. She carefully placed the unused portion back in the pack. She washed her hands and face prior to leaving the restroom.
Much like a dad, Mike patiently awaited her exodus. Mike could tell she had been crying. He had a pretty good idea why, still he asked what’s wrong baby as he placed one arm around her shoulder. Like turning on a faucet, the waterworks began. Cyndi mumbled as she wept. She stumbled for words as she cried. Talking coherently was difficult, breathing was becoming more difficult. I I don’t... sniffling...wanna... more sniffing... leave... heavy sniffling...
Mike pulled her into his chest, embracing her tightly and kissing the top her head. He could feel her labored breathing as she whimpered. Then it hit him like a freight train, this woman-child was in total fear. The tough exterior was now peeled away and the gooey center was exposed. There there he started. I don’t want you to leave. She was calming down. I wanna stay with you, really I do. I will do anything, well almost anything, she partially laughed. She pulled away slightly, enough to brush away some of the tears. Still longing for his touch she buried her face in his chest and embraced him. Can we just walk around a little while? Not long, I just wanna have cigarette.
Cyndi did not smoke much, maybe 2 cigarettes a day. Right now this very moment, she was stressing bad. The perceived need to have something in her mouth, of all the options before her, smoking was the best. Mike had no clue she even smoked, but the thought was rather sexy. It was yet another part of her personality, that intrigued him. She exuded social confidence. That is, she truly did not care what society thought or how she was labeled. You don’t mind she asked? Mike shook his head, thinking she did care what he thought. Daddy issues maybe? You think? He snickered mentally. She lit it up, took a deep drag, inhaled hard and blew the smoke out her nose. Mike actually had a minor fetish about woman smoking. Seeing this girl smoking added the taboo element to the sight. As of late, that taboo element had been extremely erotic. He held back all desires to kiss her and squeeze her butt cheeks.
Mike was having a difficult time keep the image of of her cheeks bellowing inward as she drew on the cigarette. Imagining it was his cock she was inhaling. Damn it! Stop it! He thought. Cyndi saw his gaze. She could almost read his mind, even the expression when he was chewing himself out. Playfully, wiggled here tiny ass against his leg. Ummmmm does daddy have a smoking fetish? The true term is capnolagnia. Don’t worry daddy, it’s not really a disease. Lots of men have it. Maybe the media can be blamed for sexualizing smoking or an important woman in your life as a child smoked. Mother? No. Teacher maybe? Friends mother? That’s it. She had been reading his facial expression. Mike thought poker night with amateurs, she’s cleaning house. This girl is good. I think for you daddy it’s the taboo aspect and the symbolism. You subconsciously wish my lips were wrapped around your phallus instead of the phallic symbol the cigarette represents.
Mikes mind was blown. She spoke to him like a psychotherapist. There was an intelligent well thought out explanation, not only in theory, but actually nailing what was going on inside his head. The expression on his face was priceless. Again, she was quick to quip, daddy is a sapiosexual. Don’t worry daddy she laughed, you don’t have to get a rainbow tattoo. I know what a sapiosexual is. Yeah? What is it then? Mike said, it’s when someone is attracted to intelligence. Cyndi responded, the shock on your face was from a 14 year old girl knowing what capnolagnia is? Yes! Smart and beautiful. With an impish grin, you forgot something daddy, I know how to suck cock too. Her facial expression went to innocent schoolgirl in an instant. She batted her eyes but could not hold back the giggles. Cyndi was again fucking with his head. She was giggling so hard it brought tears to her eyes. So tell me, do want me to call you Mike or daddy? I like calling you daddy sometimes coz you remind me of him. I like calling you Mike too. Makes me feel I am your equal. Makes me feel older, mature, sophisticated. Piling on a British Aristocratic accent as each word rolled from her lips. Again, she giggled at herself.
Smiling, Mike shook his head. Responding in kind, Mike said. Well, my Lady, you can pretty much call me what you like. I mean you being a princess and all, and myself being but a mere pauper. His accent was spot on. My dear, your chariot awaits, he bowed and swayed his arm pointing his hand towards his car. He continued the role playing. He hooked elbow out inviting her to hook his arm. They both walked in an exaggerated sophisticated manner. She entwined her left arm with his right, then placed her right arm on his as well. I haven’t not a single ‘nicker’ for fare. It ‘tisn’t right that a pauper isn’t properly compensated for his duties. I mean a Princess can’t reduce herself to being a bilker. She must pay her way. Maybe, we can go down the way, and you can pull out our chubby friend for jobbie, she cooed as they approached the car.
Mike released her then opened the passenger side door. She pretended to settle her imaginary dress before sitting herself down in the seat. Sitting down, she placed her pack on the floorboard but kept her feet on the ground outside the car. She straightened the imaginary dress as she settled. Mike, she said. Yes, my lady? Come hither, stand before me! She commanded me. He stood in the doorway, his crotch a bit above eye level. You never responded. She casually put her hand out and touched his trousers where penis peacefully slept. It began to stir. Do you not desire my mouth wrapped around your Willie nor my hands upon your bullocks? My precious little lass, I cannot get the thought from me head. Your tantalizing tongue swirling around me bell end, like a child licking an ice cream cone. Baby batter all about your lips, ahhh what a vision. Me a pauper, being serviced by the likes of a beautiful princess like yourself... Tis’ I whom should be servicing thou, not the other way round. Well, cabbie you present an interesting case, she responded, as she continued to arouse the awaking beast that lay beneath his trousers. Seems we are at an en passé. She hesitated her gentle stroking. Both of us present excellent cases, maybe a suitable arrangement can be reached. A quid pro quo? He asked. Are you suggesting a tit for tat? He continued. An Australian kiss for a jobbie? Maybe more if my vassal proves to be more than adequate? She nodded. Mike was awestruck, or as the British would say, was gobsmacked. Her vast knowledge of language was mind boggling. Where did my lass become so educated? Cambridge? Oxford?
Nay, I am self edjamacated. Her accent now slipping to Texan. Yes sir, I done did me a wee bit of readin. Like to watch the history channel too. I started high school when I was 11. Quit going. Boring! Petitioned the state of Utah to take my GED. Passed all sections in 98th percentile. You look shocked? Took my SAT December last year, sort of disappointed with my score. They took the essay portion back out so the max score is 1600 again. Not sure, but I guess they felt it could be culturally biased. I think it allowed football players and basketball players to get in to schools they normally would not qualify for. There is more corruption in sports than the foster home I lived in. That guy was getting paid by the state and then pimping me out. Smile leaving her face as she thought about what she said, remembering what she lived. Mike replied, can’t leave me hanging. What was your score? I don’t wanna talk about it. She replied. Come on. No! She said. If I tell you, it will sound like bragging. You will say awesome job, that I should be proud, bobbing her head side to side. Blah blah blah. I am not proud. I did not do my very best. I should have stayed in school. I should have taken a practice test. I should have listened to my English teacher. Her hand fell to her lap
Mike took a deep breath. Now listen, I may not have the slightest clue as to what you have been through. I may not even come close to your IQ, but all I am hearing right now, is you trying to feel sorry for yourself. She tried to interject. No I am not done talking! Yes sir! She replied very respectively. That word, should! Throw it out of your vocabulary. Toss it! Replace it with could! Let’s review! You could have stayed in school. What would that have proved? No don’t answer. You could have taken a practice test. Well, maybe you did? You can take the test twice, right? Yes, she shyly replied. There you go. The test you took doesn’t count. Since it doesn’t count, you have nothing to be ashamed of. So Cyndi, what was your practice test score? 1480, she snickered. 1480? Your right, you should be ashamed. He tried not to laugh and hold a poker face, but he couldn’t. They both burst out laughing. Her hand returned to his trousers.
You like that don’t you, Mike asked. I am sorry, it’s just so fascinating. You don’t like it? I will stop, she said as she started pull back. Now now! Mike grabbed her hand and returned it to its proper place. I did not say that. Personifying his penis and speaking for it in third person, he likes you. You think? She laughed. I don’t know, Mike said. You never let him sleep. She could see the outline of his cock head and slowly moved her lips to kiss it gently. She whispered, you wanna come out and play huh? You don’t wanna sleep do you? Pre cum was glistening through the fabric. Cyndi touched the wet spot with her fingers. Played with his juices before sucking fingers. She pretended her fingers were tiny replica of his phallus.
More and more cars were coming and going. If they did not leave soon, the situation may become awkward. Come on get in. She promptly twisted and put her feet on the floorboard next to her pack. Mike closed the door and walked around to the drivers side. He sat down and her hand was searching for their friend, before he could get his safety belt on. Buckle up baby! Papa is gonna find us place to play. He got back on the freeway. First exit he saw he took. Then the first left he took as well. Cyndi was pawing at him. Finally she had the beast released from its cage. Frantically Mike searched for a secluded area in the forest. There was a forest road that looked promising. He took it. Cyndi was stroking him hard and fast as he drove.
Not being able to stand much more teasing, he stopped the car. Gawd he wanted her. Mike used the electric seat and slid his chair back all the way. Cyndi released her seat belt. Mouth open, her face fell on his cock. Gawd she loved his cock! He was perfectly circumcised, she thought. His length went into her throat further than any man ever had. His girth slightly stretched her mouth. Oh, and when it was in her pussy, mmmmm. Mike had his pants opened. He had conveniently not worn underwear. No wonder cum oozed through his trousers, she thought. He pulled his pants down to his ankles. Her hand seized his balls. They were swollen and in arousing manner ached at her touch. He began lifting her top off. She released his throbbing cock from her mouth long he enough for Mike to pull the top off. Back down on him like a dog on a bone. She bobbed her head up and down. Moaning at the joy of his massive meat moving in her throat. Mikes hands squeezed her lemon sized pouty nipples. Ahhhhh! Yeessssss! Mike moaned. Trying to remember the best blow job he ever had. He couldn’t. Damn baby! He muttered. You’re the best cocksucker I have ever had. Cyndi thought to herself, oh yeah just wait. She began using her tongue along his shaft. Mike quivered. More moaning uttered from Mikes mouth. She had his balls squeezed tight in her hand and up against his hard shaft. Then she did the unthinkable. On the downstroke she slowly pushed one huge nut into her whore like mouth. Then the other. She has his entire cock balls and scrotum in her mouth. She sucked hard. Her right hand found his bung hole. She began teasing it. Feathery touches around the opening.
Mike was at odds as he found the anus play quite arousing. Cyndi kept sucking and tonguing his entire genitalia. Then swiftly she plunged her tiny middle finger inside, fingering him as she searched. Deeper and deeper. Finally, she found it. It was his prostrate. She massaged it a few seconds... uncontrollably Mike grabbed her head and pulled her hard against him. There was not much more that could go in, but when finished there was no more left. She felt his balls empty into her belly. His cum shots were long and powerful. Burning... almost like urinating, cum rushed through his balls and cock shaft. Never in his life had he ever came so hard. Never had so much cum flowed out his cock. It was no exaggeration to say the initial three shots were longer two seconds each. It felt like they were steady streams, not spurts. His balls contracted and released inside her skillful mouth. How many times? Too many to count. Some were literal spasms where cum just dripped out. Flowing steady but with no power. She continued sucking and massaging, not once wavering in her attempt to drain him dry. She could feel his cock and balls continue to pulse but nothing was moving through that big blue vein that attached to his ball sack. His hold on her head receded. She let his nuts fall from her mouth first, then his softening cock. The rest of Mikes muscles were still somewhat contracted. The only thought in his head was, this girl is coming home with me.
I think Mr. Chubbs might need a nap, Cyndi joked. Mike could not even formulate words. Cyndi began laughing. Finally, Mike uttered WHAT? Cyndi smiled, I love it when I make a mans IQ go from almost genius to imbecile in a matter of seconds. The look on your face as cum poured into my belly was, well lack of a better word, cleansing. I felt you release all your man juice in less than 30 seconds. With that I had stripped away all your layers. Even your thoughts were removed. Made me feel special, because it was my doing. So, how would you rate that jobbie? She slightly chuckled. Getting his wits about him, he responded. I thought it was practice, so it doesn’t count. Touché, oh wise one. Maybe I sh... ummm, I mean maybe I could stay in school. Cyndi used air quotes for school. You could...that is if you wanted to listen to your teacher, Mike responded. (Teacher in air quotes) Like she wanted to do anything else. Both understood the double-entendre. It was settled Sam would have a sister, at least for a little while. How are they going to pull this off? They both privately thought...