Designated Driver - Sex Stories

Designated Driver

... couple times and soon it was gone. “Does your girlfriend smoke with you?” Kristine broke the silence, in a very stoned voice. “I don’t have a girlfriend. So, no,” I replied, “In fact, I’ve never had a girlfriend.” The pot was making me a little more honest and open than I normally would have been with a friend of my mom. “What? Never?” “Nope.” “Oh I get it. You’re in college so you can’t be tied down , huh? Just playing the field - no ‘girlfriends’” She put that last part in air quotes. “No, I mean that I have never really had much luck with girls. I usually end up coming on to strong and chasing them away or missing the signals and missing my chance. Trust me - it’s a running joke with my friends - the stories of me failing to lose my virginity are more fun for them than their own stories of actually getting laid.” I told her, somewhat frustrated now that we were talking about this topic. “What about that time your mom’s friend gave you a hand job? Don’t they like that story?” she asked. “Huh? That has never happ…” Before I could finish my sentence, she put her hand on my crotch. I was wearing mesh shorts so there was very little material between her hand and my cock. “What are you doing?” I asked, shocked. “Here’s the deal, Pete. I’m going to be very honest with you for a minute,” Kristine said, her hand still resting on my groin. “I’m really fucked up right now and my piece of shit husband hasn’t fucked me in months. Probably draining his balls in his slutty secretary ...

... before he leaves work. So as long as you don’t say a word, literally - do not speak for the rest of the car ride and do not tell a soul about this - I am going to jerk you off and release some of that pent up frustration. Now pull into that parking lot and turn off the car.” Confused, but rapidly becoming erect, I pulled off the rode and killed the engine. Until this point her hand had only been resign on the front of my shorts. As soon as the car was off, she began rubbing the growing lump in my shorts. As she rubbed, she leaned across the seat to me and kissed and licked my neck below my right ear. She wasn’t wasting time and pulled down the elastic waistband of my shorts with her right hand and reached in with her left to free my cock. “You have been hiding this your whole life?” she squealed and pulled out my rock-hard, nine-inch penis. “Oh my god, it’s huge. Probably twice the size of my husband’s! Look at this - two hands on it and the head is still poking out! Pete, I’m sorry - you don’t have a choice - this is going to be more than a hand job tonight.” With that she dropped her head down and began licking the tip of my dick. I was in heaven. No jerk off session ever felt even close to this good. The head barely fit in her mouth but she seemed determined to get as much in as she could. She bobbed up and down, licking and sucking - stroking the four or five inches that didn't fit in her mouth. I never stood a chance. My virgin cock twitched after about two minutes of this ...