Carol - Part Ten - Sex Stories

Carol - Part Ten

... turned her attention to fulfilling her promise of pleasuring me. The thought of someone watching her play with my cock, however, seemed to energize her, and she attacked her task of getting me off with great zeal. Carol knelt on the ground, a little towards one side, stroked my quivering manhood using both her hands, and sucked the tip of my cock with her warm mouth. Anyone who looked would have no problem identifying the sex act being performed. At first I was distracted; worried that anyone in the other car might see us. Then I just succumbed to the teasing and sucking that was sending shivers up my spine. Ripples of pleasure radiated through my body from my very core. My body twitched and my knees grew weak. I had managed to outlast Carol and had not cum. Carol knew that my fucking her, watching her cum, the excitement of a new experience, and the thought of being caught, had left me full of ejaculate and ready to explode. If it were not for the car, upon which I could lean, I would not have been able to stand. Carol’s darting, flicking tongue tickled the swollen head of my shaft until I was ready to scream, the pleasure was so intense. I was breathing heavily again. Sweat dripped off my nose and ran down my neck and sides. I needed to cum. I needed release. As Carol aggressively worked her mouth and tongue on my shaft, involuntary moans and noises of pleasure escaped from my mouth. I soon ignored the other car, any people in it, and everything else around us. I watched, ...

... transfixed, as Carol worked her magic mouth over my extended shaft. I gritted my teeth as she tickled the tip of my cock with her tongue. I fought hard to remain standing as she increased the pace of her stroking and sucking. I was now the one consumed with pleasure. I was the one who would soon lose all control. I was the one who was about to explode. A door on the other car opened, and the interior light went on. A woman got out of the car door closest to us, maybe 30 feet away. A man got out of the driver’s side door. “They’re getting out of their car.” I stuttered. Carol did not miss a beat, continuing to suck on the head of my cock, causing me to groan and moan again and again, as if I was baying to the moon. “Are they watching us?” she asked. The woman had stopped for just a second and looked in our direction. “Yeah. The woman is looking this way.” I breathlessly reported. “Make more sounds so she knows what we’re doing.” Carol ordered. I didn’t need to be told. Nor did I need to fake any sounds. Carol literally had me by the balls and was sucking the blood swollen, very sensitive dome of my manhood. Moaning would not be a problem. “Uuuunnnnggghhhh. Yes. Uuuunnnnggghhhh. Yes. Yes. Uuuunnnnggghhhh.” The sounds involuntarily escaped from my mouth. The woman took a few steps towards us, poking her head forward as though she was trying to tell if what she was seeing was really what she was seeing. Whether the woman could actually see us, or if she could see us, whether she ...